Hearing the other party's words, Beta also smiled: "If you set it for half a year, or a year later, it would be so boring."

Everyone next to him was looking at Abraham with suspicion, and even his subordinates had similar eyes. After all, the showdown of glory was almost all thrown away, and they were ready to start immediately. This was the first time that such a designated time and place had been seen.

This itself is a cowardly meaning.

"Okay, you can set a time." Beta smiled and didn't care. Killing is just a means. Reducing the reputation of Zoroastrianism in this city is his ultimate goal. As long as this goal is achieved, it doesn't matter whether this duel can be fought or not.

"Tomorrow afternoon, I will wait for you at the door of the temple." Abraham took a breath and said slowly.

Beta smiled slightly: "No problem."

Pete took all this from afar and then left with the Golden Armored Knight.

That night, news that Beta and Abraham were going to have a glorious duel soon spread throughout the city. Most wealthy people knew that it was not the Raptor but the River. The newcomer, who had no idea what origin was, had dared to provoke a glorious duel, must have been that the people who came here were not good. This time, the Zoropause God Cult was targeted.

Time flies very quickly, and the next afternoon, Beta appeared at the door of the Temple of Zoroastrian on time.

The sky was cold and the icy wind was blowing. Beta came over the snow, which immediately caused a noise.

It may be because of the boring relationship. Many people who knew about this gathered near the temple gate. Carriages were parked far away. Most of the male nobles chose to get off the car to watch, while the female nobles sat in the car, lifted the curtains, pointed at Beta, and smiled. Some even joked with each other, took the time to sneak a glance at Beta, blushing.

There were several guards standing at the entrance of the temple as if they were facing a great enemy. When Beta arrived here, he stood straight without any haste.

If Abraham did not come out, the surrounding people would definitely think that he was afraid of fighting, and the longer he delayed, the more people would feel that it would be like this.

Perhaps it was because of the relationship between fame, but not long after, Abraham came out, and there was an old white-bearded man following him.

Beta has investigated and already knew the identity of this person, Mijeff, the archbishop of the Zoroastrian temple.

As soon as the two came out, they looked at Beta with bad eyes, especially Migeff, who was already nakedly hostile.

"Hmph, young people, don't always want to do something big." Mijeff walked to Beta first, looked up and down for a while, and said coldly: "It's still time for you to withdraw from the glory duel now, so don't make a mistake."

Beta laughed and said, "It's just a duel to honor. What a big deal? Old man, you should have a broader vision. Don't be as narrow as an ordinary person and make a fuss about things. You are the archbishop, not a young man."

These merciless words made Mijeff tremble with his lips.

He snorted again and returned to the temple.

If Beta had any conspiracy, Mijeff would not be afraid, but the matter of Glory duel was always open and honest. Using such a method can only be considered an open conspiracy. However, Mijeff was not good at dealing with such a "shorthead" who was directly confused by his face.

Seeing that the Archbishop could not let the young man in front of him retreat, Abraham sighed in his heart and walked up.

He had actually planned to leave the city with his wife last night, but after listening to someone launching a glorious duel against Abraham, Mijeff sent someone to stare at him, but he couldn't find a chance to leave with his wife.

Abraham also understood that his little thoughts might have been guessed by Mijeff, and in desperation, he had to seriously consider the duel of glory.

There are generally two types of pastors, combat pastors and gospel pastors.

Gospel priests are good at understanding doctrines and are proficient in auxiliary and healing magic. The combat priests are very obvious. Priests who are good at fighting divine art can wear heavy armor, hold light shields and one-handed hammers, and rely on various auxiliary divine arts, and can be regarded as half a warrior who understands divine arts.

Combined, their combat power is no less than that of warriors of the same level, and because of their understanding of magical techniques, they are even much stronger than warriors in some occasions.

Holding a one-handed hammer with flame attached to it, wearing half-body armor and an iron helmet of horns, Abraham walked to Beta and said slowly: "In the name of the god of fire, Abraham came to the duel in glory. The winner will have everything the loser will have, and the loser will have only one death."

Beta smiled and said, "Yes, the loser has to die. If you surrender, I can spare you and let you go."

Abraham's face was moved. Now he was very close to Beta, and he seemed to be able to vaguely feel Beta's strength. He had already had ambitions to die, but when he heard Beta's words, he couldn't help but have some different thoughts.

After all...many times, the so-called glory is not as important as life.

But Archbishop Mijeff was behind and coughed gently.

The sound was like a spike that penetrated directly into Abraham's body, causing his whole body to feel cold.

"I, Abraham, declared in the name of the challenger that the duel officially began...ah..."

As soon as Abraham finished speaking, he was about to raise the one-handed hammer in his hand, but at this moment, his whole body stiffened, and his mouthfuls of blood spit out of his mouth.

At this time, a golden translucent sword stabbed his heart. After Abraham's body stood firm for a few seconds, he fell back and fell to the ground, splashing a circle of flying snow.

A few seconds later, a surprise uproar rang out.

It was too fast, and in less than a second, the two sides decided the winner. All the bystanders were stunned and said words that even they themselves did not understand the meaning. They could not believe what they saw.

Mijeff's face turned pale... Abraham is the second master in the temple. Even if he wants to deal with Abraham, he can win, but it will take at least a few minutes to get him down. However, the other party killed Abraham with just one sword. No one even saw clearly how Beta walked to Abraham from a few meters away.

"Help him collect the body... count all the property and deeds of Abraham's house, and they are sent to this... of the Lord of the other gods."

Mijeff gritted his teeth and issued orders, and the aftermath of the glorious duel was the local Zoroastrian Temple.

"No need to be so troublesome. I'll just live there where Abraham's home is." Beta squinted and smiled: "Maybe you are too old and can't make duels anymore, otherwise I would also want to initiate a time to send money to houses. Your Zoroastrian money is really easy to make."
Chapter completed!