Chapter 707 War Sisters

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The priestess wearing a brand-new nun's uniform stood in the open space in front of the team. The cold wind in the late autumn blew across the square, raising the nun's long pale blond hair and skirt decorated with black lace, and she focused on the distant sign. Target, listening intently to the superior's instructions.

"preparation--"

Following the instructions of the superior, the nun in charge of the demonstration lifted the magic "staff" in her hand and placed it flat on her side in a neat posture, clenching the middle of the staff with one hand and holding it with the other. Then he grabbed the gauntlet wrapped with scripture cloth at the front, and a low and pleasant humming sound came from the mechanisms at both ends of the staff, and a faint holy white light began to flow between the gaps in the mechanical structure and the runes.

"put!!"

The seemingly slender fingers pulled the trigger, and the body of the goddess trembled slightly, and a cloud of white light spewed out from the opening at the front of the staff. A burst of light exploded from the steel enchanted column.

After completing a beautiful shot, she extinguished the flame in the focusing crystal as instructed, placed the "Gospel Angel" beside her again, and turned back to the team.

"This is the weapon that was improved by the Magic Technology Research Institute and the Design Bureau according to the needs of female priests," Wright nodded to Veronica, "Although it looks like a staff made of all-metal, but because of the weak inside The effective weight reduction rune, the actual weight is much lighter than it looks. The attack method is essentially the Holy Light Shock Hand Cannon used by the White Knight, but it was changed from double to single, and the weight was reduced by half. The style of the staff is because it also takes into account close combat - you are right in what you said before, the priestess is not suitable for wielding the mechanical power of the white knight, the staff is a more suitable weapon..."

"I... actually think you may have misunderstood... no, it's nothing," Veronica felt a little tired for some reason, and swallowed the explanation halfway through. She hadn't had a similar feeling for a long time in the past few hundred years. , At this time, he couldn't help but want to sigh, "Patriarch, it seems that these nuns have also undergone melee training?"

"Trained - it's just a preliminary training, but it's quite effective," Wright said, "Her Royal Highness Rebecca and Madam Hetty provided some guidance..."

"They provide guidance?" Veronica was stunned for a moment, feeling somewhat incomprehensible, "Why do they guide this?"

"The Cecil family has always been martial, and has many quick martial arts skills, especially Ms. Hetty, who is quite proficient in staff protection," Wright explained, "Of course, they only instructed a few instructors, and the follow-up Training is done by instructors."

Veronica thought about it for a while, and thought it was better not to go further.

But she still had so many questions she couldn't help but say: "What about their gloves? Why do nuns need gloves?"

"Lighter and more flexible melee weapons can further improve their survivability in close encounters, and fighting has always been the strength of Protestant clerics, regardless of gender. In addition, their gloves are not just weapons, There is also a single-dose 'salvation' mixture built into it, which can save lives on the battlefield."

"...It sounds like a weapon tailored for the battlefield," Veronica said with an effort to maintain a smile, "but...isn't it a bit too much?"

Hearing this sentence, Wright's expression suddenly became serious, he looked into Veronica's eyes, and said very seriously: "We are born in an unsafe era, and the priests have to prepare for the battlefield. of."

Having said this, he paused and shook his head slightly: "I know that in the past many years, the Church of the Holy Light has enjoyed wealth and power, and the powerful Holy See knights and convenient magical power have made the priests forget. How did the missionaries in the dark age come to...

"The original missionaries trudged in the wilderness, accompanied by beasts, hardships and death, far from the convenience of the improved magic, and the help of the knights and nobles from all over the world. The preacher tempered himself and protected everyone he met on the road with immature holy light, and then spread the original holy light concept of light, redemption, and shelter...

"Today we are lucky, we don't have to wear tattered equipment to open up the wilderness, and we don't have to face the shadow of hunger and beasts at any time, but Your Majesty once said that people have no foresight, and there must be near-term worries - in the future For a long time, in such a vast world, there are always some dangers waiting for us, and since we have chosen the 'Holy Light', we must fulfill the responsibilities brought by the Holy Light."

Looking at the serious and serious Patriarch, Veronica felt a little emotional—as a disobedient, she was taught by a "young" ordinary person today. She thought it was a bit funny, but when She still smiled when she saw the faint holy light lingering around Wright.

He has this qualification - he broke the mental seal with his own will, and based on this achievement alone, he is qualified to be on an equal footing with any disobedient.

Wright also realized that he had accidentally entered a professional preaching state, and before the embarrassment spread, he quickly changed the subject: "Of course, not all priests are incorporated into the White Knights or the War Sisters, we Civilian priests are also retained, and even these armed nuns do normal church work in the church when they are not in combat—receiving believers, listening to confessions, and comforting the wounded are their daily tasks. White knights would have a similar day job, but with a more manual focus.

"In addition, whether they are armed nuns or white knights, they must study the books of the Holy Light and learn all kinds of new knowledge. This is their right and their duty. They can't be busy with worldly things and deviate from the Holy Light. The way of teaching should not become an old-fashioned person who resists advanced knowledge and solidified thinking because he only cares about studying the scriptures.

"The entire southern church does not support mediocre idlers."

"It's not just the Southern Church," Veronica smiled, "the North will also carry out reforms in this regard, and from a legal point of view, there is no longer a difference between the so-called 'Southern Church' and the 'Northern Church' - we only have A Holy Light Protestant."

"I know, but it's only a legal one, and the real divide still exists," Wright said earnestly. "We've done a very thorough church remodeling in the South, but a similar 'remodeling' approach doesn't work in the North. Applicable, I have received reports from many regions that the priests of the old school have been trying to obstruct and delay the reform process, especially in the western region. On the surface, they obey the new church center, but in fact there have been many small actions. "

"...Leave this part of the work to me," Veronica nodded and said after pondering for a while, "To cooperate with you in carrying out the Protestant reform, this is the content of the contract between me and Gawain Cecil."

Wright looked at Veronica with certainty, and then said after a moment of silence: "I'm very curious, are you doing these things for us now just because of the transaction with Your Majesty?"

"...In many cases, 'deal' is the most stable way to cooperate." Veronica took a deep look at Wright with her gentle but lacking warmth eyes. After leaving these words, she mentioned that Turn around and walk away slowly with the platinum scepter that does not leave the body.

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A few days later, in the eastern area of ​​the Plains of the Holy Spirit.

The dry and cold wind blows on the face, and the air has a slight burnt smell. The once green fertile soil has been turned into the wasteland of the war zone, spreading endlessly into the distance in the field of vision. The wreckage of the forest kept receding, and during the long journey, similar scenery appeared and repeated over and over again.

Bud Wendell closed the car window a little rusty, isolating the dry and cold air from the magic car, and beside him came an old and somewhat unruly voice: "How? What do you think of the plain that you have tossed into ruins?"

Bud turned his head and saw that the old Druid named Pittman was looking at him with a half-smile, and he didn't know how to respond for a while.

This ugly and sloppy old man is actually a big man. He is the chief druid of the empire and the head of the alchemy project. He has a respectable position and power in this large and young empire, but ignores it. With this dazzling aura, after a period of personal contact, he realized that this old man was actually so bad that he was almost beaten-he seemed to be able to provoke the victim by saying a lot of choking words every moment. , and unlike the princess Rebecca who has a similar talent, this old man did it on purpose...

The biggest problem facing Bud is that he still can't deal with the old man - not because there are soldiers watching or following the virtue of "respect for the elderly", but he is 100% sure that even if he accidentally touches the old man , the other party dared to lie on the ground immediately, and then swindled away the last copper in his pocket.

Why is this Pitman always targeting himself?

Bud couldn't figure it out for a while, so he shook his head after a moment of awkward silence: "I don't want to defend myself - but I wasn't in Ansu when they started the plan in the Holy Spirit Plain, and I was sent to the eastern part of the mainland at that time. , to make contact with the children of the storm."

"Ha, it's just a different place to do something bad," Pittman laughed. "Children of the Storm... So you know what those guys are doing? Are they planning to return to the mainland?"

"...I don't know about them. They put almost all of their energy into the deep sea. Together with the Dark Sect, the Death of All Things and the Eternal Sleeper, it is difficult to communicate with them now," Bard said frankly. Said, "I spent a long time on an offshore island in the Eastern Continent, but I was basically wasting my time. I helped them collect some supplies, but most of the time I was dealing with their limbs that were mutated by the influence of the deep sea, Work like a doctor..."

"A mutated limb affected by the deep sea?" Pittman raised his eyebrows. "It's interesting... I'm interested. What's the specific situation?"

"They have been obsessed with occupying several sea areas controlled by the siren, but they do not allow other members of the dark sect to participate in their frontline battles. I don't know what they did and what they experienced. I only know that some were sent back. The children of the storm have grown fish scales and fins, and are always muttering 'Eva is calling' at high tide..." Bud shook his head, "To be honest, the mutation that occurs in them seems to me to be Even more terrifying than many dark rituals of the End of All Things, the deep sea... There are too many incomprehensible things hidden in the deep sea, and I don't know what attracted those children of the storm to be obsessed with it."

"...Yes, leaving you, a cult member, can still have some extra effects."

Pittman grunted, then ignored Bud, whose face changed slightly, and turned his eyes to the distance to another car driving ahead.

In the magic car in front, Gawain ended his routine communication with the Government Affairs Office, and after closing the on-board magic net terminal, he couldn't help but sigh: "The engineering team sent by Walder is between Solimburg and the fertile woodland. Two additional magic obelisks have been built, and the communication problem between the southeast area of ​​the Holy Spirit Plain and the southern border has finally been partially resolved."

"Recently, the Rock Fortress has sent an engineering team to the north, either to rebuild the Kingdom Avenue or to build infrastructure in the Holy Spirit Plain, or to assist in the organization of a joint reconstruction team. Some people say that the Second Corps under Wald is about to build roads and bridges. Let's go," Amber lay on the back of the seat in front, muttering, "It's like a dream to think about the rock fortress or the portal barrier two years ago..."

While muttering, she moved her head and glanced at Gao Wen: "Speaking of which, you decided to come and check the situation in person, which is quite surprising... It's really good that you can rest assured."

"The existence of the consul system and the Council of Ministers is to ensure that the entire empire can still function normally when I leave Cecil City," Gawain said casually, but his eyes involuntarily looked in the direction of Fort Solin, "and... What happened here really bothers me. After all, it is the lair where all things die. Almost all the great changes and turning points this country has encountered in the past two years have been brewed in this lair. How can I not see it for myself? Look?"

"Ha, I admire your ability to make up a lot of reasons for sneaking out to take a break." Amber said in a tone that was not afraid of being slapped on the wall (because there is no wall here), and then knocked her on Gawain. The head suddenly sat up straight before, looking into the distance in surprise.

"Mom..." she exclaimed, her eyes widening. "The report calls that thing...'tree'?"