Ariel never imagined that in just one day, his fate would take such a turn of events.
Ever since he saw the photo of Lord Envoy in the Braden Morning News, he has been rushing towards the capital non-stop, or rather a "donkey", and can't wait to meet the "Lord Messenger" who is carrying the heavy responsibility.
Then do your best to share his worries.
He felt that he had done a good job in disguise. He not only hid the "Dark Holy Book" in the inner pocket of his coat, but also hid all the traces related to the Dark Temple, such as the badge on the axe, such as the lines on the coat.
, wait, erase them all.
However, he missed one important and most obvious thing: when he used the power of God to push the donkey forward, the soldiers of the Church of Light could easily see the black mist wrapped around him.
Because of this, not long after he entered the city, he was targeted by the Church of Light, and they fought all the way to the Mage Tower.
At that time, looking at the steady stream of reinforcements from the Church of Light, Ariel actually had a death wish in his heart. He knew that the capital was basically the territory of the Church of the Light, and it was absolutely impossible for him to break through the layout of the Church of the Light on his own.
The dragnet.
He only hopes that before he dies in battle, he can try his best to consume as much of the living power of the Church of Light as possible. In this way, the "Emissary" will be able to carry out the plan to revive the Dark Temple in the future.
Be more relaxed.
"In this way, after my death, I should be eligible to return to my Lord's Kingdom of God..." Ariel thought silently while waving the ax.
And a series of things that happened next left Ariel overwhelmed.
He was surprised and delighted to see the "Mr. Messenger" appear, and then he was imprisoned by Bishop Yaknelga with a blank look on his face. He was sent to Hagia Sophia in a daze, and then he was hit silently.
"Power Word" and unknowingly answered all the questions asked by Bishop Nerga truthfully.
After he finally came to his senses, he regretted it so much that he felt that he had betrayed the Dark Temple and deserved death. If his hands were not still bound by handcuffs, he even wanted to slap himself to death.
However, what Bishop Nerga said next surprised Ariel even more.
"This man has the means to resist the power of power," Bishop Nerga was heard telling his subordinates, "let's send him to the Northern Tribunal."
I?
I actually have a way to resist Power Word?
Hearing this, Ariel was completely stunned.
Although he drank a little too much before, he was still quite self-aware of how much he weighed.
His divine power is basically used to improve his combat effectiveness.
As for spells or other side techniques, he knows nothing about them.
Like the "Truth Word" of the Church of Light, he couldn't even understand its principles, let alone crack the "Truth Word".
But looking at Bishop Nerga’s attitude, it didn’t look like he was joking.
Then it dawned on Ariel.
He thought that this must be the secret method of "Lord Messenger".
According to the records of the previous generation of messengers in the "Dark Sacred Scripture", with its unpredictable strength, let alone cracking the "Truth Word", it is not a problem at all even if the entire Church of Light is toyed with applause.
Elire immediately breathed a sigh of relief, and even couldn't help but start laughing "haha" at the surrounding priests, with a hint of ridicule in the laughter.
In his opinion, although the Church of Light has achieved temporary prestige, in the final analysis, the "Mr. Messenger" is still superior!
Seeing Ariel's miserable appearance, Bishop Nerga sighed silently and just ordered his men to send him away quickly. Out of sight, out of mind.
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In this way, in the next few days, Ariel was escorted by the soldiers of the Church of Light to the distant Northern Tribunal.
Since the Northern Tribunal is thousands of miles away from the capital, a single teleportation circle cannot teleport such a long distance, so Ariel and his party had to move between several cities.
They spent a total of two days and two nights on the road, passing through more than a dozen magic circles, before finally arriving at the Northern Tribunal.
After walking out of the last magic circle, Ariel began to shiver and sneezed uncontrollably.
It was midsummer at this time, and the capital of the kingdom was scorching hot, but the Far North Icefield was as cold as winter as always. And Ariel was still wearing summer clothes, a thin linen shirt and shorts, which obviously could not withstand the biting cold wind here.
.
Under the escort of a team of soldiers, he walked through the thick snow on the ice field, crossed the shaky suspension bridge over the canyon, and then walked into the tall gate of the Northern Tribunal.
He raised his head and looked at this fortress built of black marble with tight walls. He felt extremely depressed, as if it might collapse at any time and bury him inside.
In his heart, despair could not help but rise: This is a tomb. Once I enter it, I will never come out again.
But compared to death, he is more afraid of revealing the secrets of the Dark Temple under the various cruel methods of the Light Church.
After all, death can make him a hero, but leaking secrets will only make him a sinner in the Black Temple.
At this moment, he could only silently pray to the God of Darkness while chanting the name of "Lord Messenger", hoping that everything was still under the control of "Lord Messenger".
Led by more than a dozen soldiers of the Church of Light, they passed through two thick bronze doors and arrived at the hall of the trial.
There is a chair in the center of the hall. There are iron ropes and handcuffs placed on the chair, and there are countless unnamed metal torture tools placed around it.
Seeing such a scene, Ariel could not help but tremble despite always claiming to be brave and invincible.
"Fat man, go inside first, it's not your turn yet." The soldier beside him said.
Then, they turned a corner and walked along a narrow, low, diagonally downward passage toward a deeper and darker dungeon.
Finally, they stopped in front of a narrow single cell.
"Bang!"
The iron door opened and Ariel was roughly pushed in.
Before he could stand still, the door was closed again.
At this time, there was darkness in the cell.
However, at this moment, Ariel noticed that the palm of his hand was faintly emitting a mysterious fluorescence.
It was a six-pointed star pattern, complex, elegant, and full of mysterious beauty.
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