Who says knights can't backstab

Chapter 643

When the disheveled prince and the four Juggernauts were thrown into the Napoleon, which served as a temporary base and docked at the bottom of the slope, the people on board were all dumbfounded.

The Foreign Minister Blake Evans, who had been staying in the cabin, hurried out and said to Cyril earnestly:
"Count Adrian, I understand that as a young and promising La Rochelle man, you have feelings for O Saint Emma...but now is not the time to turn against them..."

"Who turned against them." Cyril shook his head and said, "It is His Highness Herris who intends to go up the mountain with us to have some close exchanges with Bishop Stanley Clemens—you are right, His Highness Herris ?”

Pelagius Herris spat out the hair he accidentally bit into his mouth, and nodded in embarrassment.

He looked at the figure of Cyril arranging the actions of his subordinates in an orderly manner on the deck, and the resentment in his heart had not diminished, but he, who had gradually calmed down, felt an inexplicable sense of crisis.

He has seen too many outstanding young people in the empire, and among them there are quite a few with outstanding talents. After all, the Ossan Emma Empire is rich in resources and talented people. No country can compare to...

But he had never seen anyone like Cyril Adrian—

If, if you can go back alive, you must let the emperor send the best killer to kill this young man who is not even twenty years old...

"His Royal Highness, why are you in a daze?"

He suddenly came back to his senses and saw that Cyril was already standing by his side, so he subconsciously reached out and touched his neck and abdomen, as if a sword would arrive there in the next second, and a heavy knee would be added Raid.

"laugh……"

His actions elicited a burst of laughter. Only then did His Royal Highness Herris notice that there were several people standing behind Cyril, but he didn't dare to get angry, so he could only turn his back and not look at Cyril.

"Your Excellency Black, please lead the remaining knights and guards to guard the Napoleon. The magic shield can be activated at any time."

"Don't worry, Lord Earl." Black nodded calmly.

Although the current situation is chaotic, the young earl has arranged everything in an orderly manner.His ability to clear himself is not enough to enter the dangerous place, all he can do is wait here for a response from Solkonan——

If Solkonan would give him a response.

"Is there anything else you want to say?" Cyril turned his head and looked at the elites who had been pointed out by him and were about to climb Mount Scarborough again and head to the Harbor Temple.

The awakened professional-level mage Sugar Winkler, the newly recruited professional-level swordsman Qing Evans, the envoy Jindred from the Holy Order of Isis, and the princess's guard captain Heloise Trewell, And the dervish Neil Alden.

All four professional grades are listed.In addition, Ms. Serviala, the goblin witch, and Veronica Helene, the mind-reading witch, Cassandra Auditore from the port of New Orvi, and Mia Christian, the mage lady of Cyril And Miss Elf Misha Exifan are also among the candidates to go to the church.

The rest of the knights were picked out five elites, and the rest were left to protect the ship.

He has already explained clearly to them the possible dangers they may encounter when going up the mountain, and no one has any objection to this.

Hearing what Cyril said, most people shook their heads, only Cassandra and Evans walked out.

The former went into the cabin to meet Zoya Petronova Qilianov who had not yet woken up.

The latter walked quickly to Blake Evans.

"Father."

Evans bowed slightly, while Blake looked at his handsome and promising son who was half a head taller than himself, and opened his arms.

Evans stepped forward and hugged his father gently, only to hear him say in his ear: "Danya, you are the glory of our Evans family, go ahead and do it, my son."

Evans pursed his lips, hugged his father tightly, then let go of his arms, turned around, and returned to the queue.

When Cassandra Auditore walked out of the cabin and returned to the queue, Cyril faced Black Evans and the knights gathered behind him, leaning his long sword on his shoulder.

"Danya, may the stars shine on you." He said loudly.

And then, until the Napoleon disappeared from sight, on the way up the mountain, the loud and clear shouts from the knights kept ringing in my ears:
"By Danya, may the stars shine on La Rochelle!"

Pelagius Herris walked beside Cyril in silence, until the voices of the knights could no longer be heard, he raised his head and his face looked better.

"Earl Adrian." He moved his stiff neck and said, "Stanley Clemens may not be able to play a role at this point. I don't think it's a good idea for you to go up the mountain to see him." The right choice."

"His Royal Highness, if you can't think of a good solution, please shut up." Cyril choked Pelagius back in a good voice.

After asking about Stanley Clemens from Pelagius Herris, he had already made a decision in his heart.

The current situation at sea is confusing. He doesn't know what the current progress of the devourer "Vishlingen" is, whether it will choose to absorb more power, or first solve the obstructive Jufer Island.

But whoever started it will end. Cyril believes that even if the current Vishlingen is by no means the "projection" planned by Stanley Clemens, the bishop of the Harbor Temple at least has some countermeasures. ideas.

And the so-called method of "breaking the game" lies in this little bit of thinking.

The prince of St. Emma beside him was disapproving of the hole cards that Stanley Clemens might have hidden. He watched the young Earl of La Rochelle rushing forward with a passionate attitude, and felt in his heart that he might not have to do so dread him.

At least from the current performance, he has not shown too much strategy.

And Cyril didn't care what Pelaggios thought of him. He led the team up the mountain quickly, and after a while, he heard a voice from Cassandra Auditore:

"Lord Adrian, my brother is waiting for us."

"Have you already contacted him?" Cyril sensed forward, and sure enough, he caught a figure very quickly.

Alexios Auditore.

Alexios was hurrying down the mountain, and when he saw Cyril and the others, he immediately stepped up to meet them, and then said repeatedly: "I didn't expect you to come back alive... Sister, how did you come to Jufo Island?"

"These are not important." Cyril waved his hand, "Tell me about the current situation of the Harbor Temple."

"Now..." Alexios shook his head again and again, "None of the Sea God Guards sent out before have returned, and the temple no longer dares to send people out, and is shrinking all the people back to the top of the mountain... I heard that they are going to prepare Use the Sea God Cannon."

"Poseidon Cannon?" Cyril couldn't help but glanced at Pelaggios on the side - when the Orsan Emma first went up the mountain, they were the killers who stepped on the Harbor Temple.

"Your Majesty the Bishop, did you show up again?"

"No." Alexios replied, "The last time I saw him was when he came out of the mage's tower and went to St. Mir's Church, and I never saw him again."

"Mage Tower." Cyril nodded, "What about Ivan Saxon and Sandy Marion?"

"I don't know where Saxony is, and Sandy Marion is shutting himself out in the room... probably scared out of his wits."

"Understood." Cyril nodded again.

They returned to the top of the mountain, and sure enough, as Alexios said, the Sea God Guards were all concentrated on the top of the mountain, waiting in line one by one.

The walk in of Cyril and the others did not attract their attention. They just stood there solemnly and motionless, like guards guarding the national flag on duty.

And at the moment when she saw these Sea God Guards, Ms. Sevilla, who was sitting on the Kindred mask, was still a little weak, sitting upright with her head propped up, and let out a soft "tsk".

"Ms. Sevilla? Did you find anything?"

"Power." Sevilla grabbed Kindred's horns, "These Sea God Guards... No, it's the entire mountaintop that is filled with a kind of power."

"Are you talking about magic power?" Alexios asked casually, "In order to prepare for the launch of the Poseidon Cannon, a large number of magic crystals have been transported to St. Mir's Church. It is normal for the magic power to be abundant."

"Stupid boy from the Auditore family." Ms. Sevilla said angrily, "Shut up if you don't understand—"

And Cyril also shook his head, and said at the same time: "It's not magic power."

He observed those Seagod Guards lined up quietly one after another, without looking at their expressions, he could feel a kind of frenzied restlessness just from their eyes—and this restlessness was suppressed in the place where they stood still. in the manner.

It feels like a volcano about to erupt.

Neil Alden, who was wearing a hood and a cloak to cover himself, raised the brim of his hat slightly at this time, and answered in a low voice:

"You don't understand."

"It's the power of faith."

"The power of faith?"

"Praying for a calm ocean, praying for a good harvest, and all kinds of prayers to the ocean can be turned into the power of faith in the great Urella."

"It's just that generally speaking, the feeling of this kind of power is very weak, and it's almost impossible to feel it. It's rare to have such a cohesive, huge power of faith." Alden's expression was heavy, and even his voice was low, "So many Sea God Guards are praying deeply in their hearts at this moment."

"Pray that you can get through this crisis?"

"Pray that the ocean calms the anger," Alden replied.

"They have all seen the high wall of water raised and the ferocious tide. They don't know what the Devourer Vishlingen is. When faced with such a scene, most people will think that the ocean is angry , rather than something manipulating the ocean..."

"After all, the ocean belongs to Urella. Letting them imagine that someone can challenge Urella's authority is a bit too strong."

"But now, after witnessing such a catastrophic scene, their colleagues have disappeared in sevens and eighties, and the ocean they are most familiar with has become so strange, naturally they can only think that the ocean is angry, and Urella is angry... ..."

"Plus, there were tears of blood from the statue before—"

Alden's words made everyone understand what the Sea God Guards were doing at the moment.

What the Harbor Temple did was beyond comprehension for the Sea God Guards.

The safety of Ufo Island has always been guarded by the Sea God Guards. The current Sea God Guards can even be regarded as defeated without a fight, and their morale is low. In addition, they are required to stand by on the top of the mountain, which means completely giving up their initiative...

In the hearts of the Poseidon guards, their bishops no longer believed in what they could do as followers of the Poseidon, and even wanted to use the Poseidon cannon that would injure the enemy one thousand and self-damage eight hundred.

Today's mountaintop is in an atmosphere of strong faith created by coincidence and deliberation.

"The power of faith..." Cyril pondered this word, and suddenly turned his head to look at Pelaggios.

He remembered what Pelaggios had explained before.

In the 1400 years from 1420 to 20, Stanley Clemens' approach was to fanatically expand his beliefs, trying to gain the favor of the gods with the power of beliefs.

He failed, so he changed his mind.

But did he fail completely?
The power of faith, a kind of illusory power, is not like in the novels of the world in the previous life, where the power of faith can become powerful. In this world of [Road to Glory], what faith can get Feedback is actually very little.

No one has studied how to use this power, and no one knows what effect the gathering of beliefs can produce——

After all, the gods have turned into stars and left the world for a long time.

On this road, regardless of whether Stanley Clemens is successful or not, he is definitely a pioneer.

Now his purpose is to bring Urella back to the world, and for this he summoned Vishlingen——

Weisslingen brings disasters and is the "motivation" for God to return to the world.

But does God say that He can come, and He can come?
If that's the case, wouldn't Nora be able to play disco on Cyril's bedside every day?

They can only bring down a little will, and they need a carrier——the first time Cyril saw Nora, the carrier was the last tree of eternity; the second and third times after that, it was Miss Elf Misha Ashe Where as the carrier of its will.

Is the power of faith created by these gathered Sea God Guards in pessimism the stage planned by Stanley Clemens for Urella's arrival?

Cyril kept analyzing in his mind, and the smooth flow of thought made him feel that everything seemed so logical.

And if this is the stage prepared for Urella, then where is the carrier of Urella's will?
When he thought of this, something flashed in his mind, which made his skin crawl all over suddenly.

In the secret hall of St. Mir's Church.

The red coffin hidden by Stanley Clemens.

　The recent writing is really procrastinating. There is a problem with my mentality and thinking. If I want to explain clearly and make a layout, the procrastination is getting longer and longer. It is a lack of ability.

　　It's an attempt at writing.

　　As for the update speed, I can't do anything... To update more requires motivation, and the current situation prevents me from having motivation.It can only be said that the score of most people should not be able to write my current word count...

　　I sincerely thank those who have been able to see here, whether it is criticism or encouragement, this is all in the eyes.

　　By the way, let’s solve the mystery of the “thinking carefully” mentioned in the previous chapter, because I’m not sure if there is a place to write this point in the content written later.

　　Stanley Clemens devoted himself to studying the way of faith in the first 20 years, why did he change his thinking so decisively in the next 20 years?
　　Who is talking to him, giving him the so-called direction to "guidance"?
　　"He tried to embellish his thoughts with radical words, discussed with Stanley Clemens, and finally came to a conclusion:"

　　These are the original words written in the last chapter, and the "he" here refers to the Bishop of St. Emma, ​​Bishop Nicole.

　　There are many more believers in Yuanchu Sect than Poseidon, and Nicole disguised himself as Nikol's fellow believers, and made Yuanchu Sect his reference.

　　If the base of the Yuanchu Sect's followers cannot bring the gods back by faith, then it is naturally unrealistic for the Sea God Sect to want to do so.

　　This is how Stanley Clemens realized that the power of faith failed.

　　But who can say that this was not induced and facilitated by Bishop Nicole?
　　
　
(End of this chapter)