Volume 7 Mortals and Gods Chapter 800 and Chapter 1 Prophecy
At this time, thousands of miles away, hundreds of fully armed knights were guarding several carriages speeding under the moonlight.
In the carriage, Iros was concentrating with his eyes closed, while Ekaterina was curled up on his lap, sleeping deeply.
Suddenly a horn sounded outside the car, and then the entire convoy stopped.
The handsome face of the young adjutant appeared at the car window and whispered:
"Lord Iros, there is an ambush ahead."
Iros closed his eyes and said calmly: "Kill them all."
"Yes!" The adjutant took the order and left, issuing a series of orders. Half of the hundred Jedi warriors dismounted and put on light shields and heavy axes, while the other half immediately loaded steel arrows on the heavy crossbows.
Several mages walked out of the carriage behind and climbed onto the roof.
In an instant, these knights were ready to fight. Their swiftness and neatness were breathtaking.
As if sensing something, Iros opened his eyes suddenly, gently placed Ekaterina on the thick cushion, and stood up.
Yekaterina looked sleepy and said in a daze:
"Where are you going? Is someone going to attack us again? I don't feel there are any powerful guys, just let them kill them."
After muttering intermittently, Ekaterina immediately fell into sleep again.
Iros turned around and carefully straightened and covered Ekaterina's brocade quilt, then picked up a huge magic scroll in the carriage and walked out of the carriage.
"Lord Iros, you..." Seeing Iros getting out of the carriage, Redbud Butterfly was slightly startled.
"One of the people in the ambush is very powerful, so I'm here to help you. Attack with all your strength and fight quickly. Don't waste time on the road." Iros gave the instructions succinctly.
The road here is surrounded by a flat river, and there are grasslands more than one meter high on both sides of the road. Those who dare to ambush in this terrain are thieves or killers who are good at hiding.
Seeing Iros's convoy stopped and in a combat-ready posture, these ambushers immediately knew that their whereabouts had been discovered, so they shouted one after another. Under the cover of long grass and night, dozens of killers circled and outflanked,
Come towards the convoy's cover.
The battle was short but fierce.
These thieves and killers who provide services to the Holy Empire obviously do not know the origin of this convoy. They are many in number and have outstanding skills. They do have reason to launch a strong attack on a convoy guarded by a hundred knights.
It's a pity that they didn't meet ordinary knights, but hundreds of high-level Jedi Knights.
The thin defenses of thieves and killers were so fragile and vulnerable in the face of the powerful force of the Jedi, and the close range heavy crossbow shots were not something they could dodge.
They were holding either long or short swords or daggers, and their thin and sharp blades were almost useless against the heavy armor and shields of the Jedi Knights.
Moreover, the personal force and close combat coordination of the Jedi Knights far exceeded the expectations of these killers. Therefore, as soon as the battle started, the sneak attackers suffered heavy losses.
At the height of the battle, Iros unfolded the magic scroll in his hand.
At this moment, a faint figure suddenly jumped out of the deep grass on the side of the road and rushed towards Ilos silently at an extremely fast speed. The murderous aura that instantly increased even made several high-level Jedi warriors change their expressions.
Subconsciously, he took a step back, thus giving the killer a path to the side of Ilos!
The sudden sudden change did not alarm Iros in the slightest. He was still looking at the scroll with a calm face and seemed to be chanting the activation spell.
Buzz!
The dark blue dagger in the killer's hand groaned softly, as if he was excited about the blood he was about to drink.
Buzz!
The magic scroll in Iros's hand also trembled slightly, and suddenly opened a small opening towards the killer's end. A featherless short arrow as thin as a sharp needle flew out like lightning, and instantly sank into the killer's chest, and then disappeared from the killer's chest.
She flew out from behind without slowing down at all, and disappeared into the vast night in the blink of an eye.
With a plop, the killer fell heavily at Ilos' feet, and her hands and feet twitched involuntarily.
Although the wound caused by the short arrow was severe, it was not fatal. However, the huge poison coated on the arrow had destroyed all the killer's vitality in an instant.
She struggled to support her upper body and raised her head, just in time to meet Iros's gaze. At this time, her face scarf had fallen off, and her beautiful face shone with a strange blue color under the moonlight. This was a sign that the poison in her body had already taken hold.
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Iros's arrow just now had no warning at all, and the timing and angle of the arrow were exactly right. She couldn't even dodge and block it.
Just from the timing of firing this arrow, you can tell that it would be easy for Iros to kill her. What's more, how could she have imagined that there would be such a mechanism hidden in a magic scroll that would be destroyed after being used once?
"You are so powerful. But why do you still use this method and refuse to kill me with your true skills?" the killer said with difficulty.
"To save trouble."
Iros said this and stepped onto the carriage. The convoy started again and galloped towards Genoa.
The killer kept looking up, having stopped breathing long ago. Her still-open eyes had been dyed blue by the poison in her body. Accompanying her were the shattered bodies of dozens of her companions.
There are many thieves and killer organizations like her who are employed by one party and operate in the territory of the other party, waiting for opportunities to attack and destroy.
These organizations often operate in groups, with one group conducting the main attack and one group supporting the attack.
It's just that the poison used on Iros' short arrows came from Ekaterina's hand. It was a poison prepared with magic. Its sinister nature is far beyond that of ordinary poisons.
If the dead killer's companions wanted to bury their bodies, they would also be poisoned and die as soon as they came into contact with her body.
In the early morning, Genoa finally appeared in the morning light.
"This is already the third time! How many times do you have to repeat the prophecy before you let me go? Since you don't believe me, why don't you predict it yourself? You taught me the prophecy!"
Joan frowned and called to Archbishop Richelieu who was sitting opposite her.
Archbishop Richelieu was sitting opposite Joan of Arc, trying hard to assume a sacred and majestic posture, trying to make Joan of Arc have some due respect for herself as a teacher and elder.
However, the storm between Joan of Arc's brows became more and more serious, and she was about to explode. It was obvious that she did not pay attention to Archbishop Richelieu's subtle reminder at all.
The cardinal couldn't help but look a little embarrassed. He didn't know why Joan's temper suddenly became so bad today. In the past, she always responded to requests. But the big fact in front of her was too important, so Archbishop Richelieu had to put down his airs.
, said honestly:
"Joan Arc, this thing is really strange, so I have to let you try it a few more times to confirm it."
Joan of Arc stared at Archbishop Richelieu for a long time until his smile became stiff, and then she said:
"Okay! I will prophesy for you one last time. You can see clearly for yourself, including the spell, the degree, the magic props, the signs shown, everything! I will never prophesy on this issue for the fifth time!
If you don’t believe me, then please prophesy yourself and ask the gods to find out clearly. Or you can go back to the south directly, so you don’t have to worry about this problem anymore!”
Archbishop Richelieu giggled twice and said nothing more.
Following Joan's movements, all his attention was focused on the upcoming prophecy.
As if to get angry with Archbishop Richelieu, Joan of Arc threw a bunch of messy magic materials into the silver basin, stirred it up randomly, and started chanting incantations.
Seeing her unbridled performance, Archbishop Richelieu smiled bitterly.
The prophecy technique was used by Joan of Arc like this. I really don't know whether it should be promoted or abused.
However, Archbishop Richelieu had to admit that the success rate of prophecy for this girl with a pure soul and the strongest affinity for the Holy Light was simply astonishing.
As Joan of Arc finished reciting the prophetic incantation, the water in the silver basin suddenly surged, and then radiated a soft sacred light.
After a while, the water in the silver basin seemed to have turned into a window leading to another mysterious space, but that space was filled with only rising mist and flickering holy light, and no other physical existence could be seen.
Archbishop Richelieu looked nervous, leaning forward slightly, staring at the scene in the silver basin.
The predictions this time were exactly the same as those in the past, and they all showed the oracles from Heaven Mountain.
The oracle directly states that the Holy Church has actually abandoned its belief in the God of Light. What they are doing is preparing to introduce darkness and evil into this plane. Therefore, all devout believers of the Supreme God should eradicate the Holy Church.
As on previous occasions, Archbishop Richelieu still could not believe the content of the prophecy.
His past experiences and the facts he saw in the Holy Church proved that the Church had not betrayed its faith at all, and as a cardinal he could know enough secrets, so such a big move as introducing a dark evil existence could not be concealed.
Beat him.
But the aura exuding from the prophecy is indeed the aura of the Lord of Heaven Mountain, although the Cardinal does not know which Lord of Heaven Mountain issued such an oracle.
The prophecy has ended long ago, but Archbishop Richelieu is still staring at the silver basin in a daze.