crown of stars

When Arman Fenorian walked out of the prayer room carrying the remains of the candle again, the fireball emitting infinite heat had already risen to the middle of the sky.

The chief judge, Carter, was sitting on a hard chair, flipping through old books in his hands.Next to him was an old man wearing simple leather armor. Although his hair had turned gray, his body was still extremely strong under the leather armor, and his eyes were shining brightly.Now he was with his hands on his hips, gazing unconsciously at the lavender growing in the shadow of the sanctuary.

"Master Benson..." Arman was taken aback, but his expression quickly calmed down.The powerful priests and warriors in the church often no longer intervene in daily affairs, and instead go to retreat on the sacred Secred Peak, which is covered with snow all the year round.And this old man is undoubtedly one of those outstanding people.

"Oh... oh... Saint Mikhail." Benson turned his head, his sharp gaze inevitably gave the paladin the illusion that his body was being pierced, "How many years have you been in the church?"

"Probably close to 60 years."

"That's good." The gray-haired old man pursed his mouth into a line, "I can feel the boiling power in your body, which is almost the same as those of us who are hermits on the mountain. How long have you been like this?"

The paladin didn't understand what he meant. He was indeed only one step away from the legend, but countless amazing and talented people in the world fell on this moat, and he had no chance to peek at the scenery on the other side of the world for his whole life.Yarman didn't think that fate would favor him and make him one of the lucky ones, even though he was accompanied by endless halos from birth.

"I have a mission here." Master Benson said unquestionably, "This mission is very dangerous and may kill you at any time, but it is also accompanied by endless glory. Me, Carter, Chad, Cedric and others , they all agree that you are the best candidate. The road to the top is always accompanied by thorns and blood. Roses raised in greenhouses can never bloom with such beauty that burns life. Only under the weight of the pressure can you have the opportunity to become a legend. You are the most hopeful person in this generation, I wish you the best of luck."

The chief judge, Carter, twitched the corners of his mouth unnaturally, and turned a page of the heavy code, as if he hadn't heard it.

Benson took three steps to the right, revealing the long box behind his back in front of the paladin who couldn't refuse.It looked like a miniature coffin box (still very large), wrapped in soft Warcraft hide, without any trace of seams.The pure black shell is painted with a bright golden balance, and the surface decoration is streamlined. It is firmly tied by several ropes of unknown material, and enough length is left for people to carry.Yarman was only a table away from the box, and he could clearly feel the power of the God of Libra rushing towards him.

Unlike the usual feelings of protection and order, a bloody guillotine and a burning frame with a scorched smell lingered in the paladin's mind. All in all, it was a powerful weapon.

"The situation in the Principality of Delga has reached such a point that the Shadow Cult and the Silver Hand have infiltrated every corner of the royal family?" Arman asked with a serious face. He subconsciously compared Benson's mission with that of the morning. The news brought by Lyon drew an equal sign.If this is the case, then he should be thankful that Chief Judge Carter did not listen to Leon's reckless suggestion.

"No, it's not." Benson unwrapped the rope, and drew a simple scale in the air, matching the almost chanting spell.The decorations on the long box flickered with the sound, echoing the gray-haired old man as if alive.The Grand Inquisitor closed the code, and moved aside without a trace.

A ray of golden light leaked from the black box.

"Get out of the way." The grand judge kindly reminded.

"Thank you, Your Excellency the Judge." Long before Carter made a sound to remind him, the swift paladin had already jumped aside.Arman looked at the completely shattered floor, and the foundation under the white marble also disappeared.

"Carter, he is no longer a newcomer."

Yarman ignored the small dispute between the two elders, squinted his eyes and looked into the box. If he guessed correctly, this should be an execution-like task.His weapon is deep in countless smooth silks, a broadsword of gold.The golden flames, bright enough to burn the eyes, surround the sword body decorated with rubies, sapphires, amethysts and emeralds. The majestic and violent positive energy overflows from every inch of the sword body, which is enough to make most of the undead and liches in the world Stay away.

"Pick it up and try it," said Master Benson.

Arman recited Agnor's name silently, wrapped his whole body in a layer of protection, stretched out his hand, and carefully grasped the handle of the cross sword.The flame of the golden broadsword suddenly exploded, enveloping the entire body of the paladin.Arman closed his eyes, tears streaming down his face, and finally suppressed the thought of throwing the sword.

The Grand Judge and Master Benson silently watched as the paladin appeared from the phantom-like flames while half kneeling on the ground holding a long sword.The red-haired paladin hadn't realized that when he took the holy sword, his aura became more ethereal, far away from the realm of mortals.

"Master Benson, if I'm not mistaken, this sword—" Arman gasped, and the faint chants still echoed in his ears, "This sword should be used by my lord to travel the world and kill countless opponents." That one..."

"That's it." Master Benson nodded approvingly, and the eyes of the old fellows were indeed right.If Arman cannot be recognized by the Excalibur of Agnor, he will be swallowed by the blazing divine power and turned into a spark on the holy sword.Arman, however, has nothing to criticize in terms of character, wisdom, or strength. The holy sword temporarily infused its own power into the paladin's mortal body, bringing him closer to Agnor.

"Maybe you still remember the oracle that my lord suddenly issued two years ago."

"I still remember."

Two years ago, he trained as usual, and his partner was Lyon, whose strength was almost the same as his.The two were evenly matched until the end. They were exhausted until the end. Under the orange glow in the sky, they were sweating profusely as they were about to go back to wash up when suddenly the church bell rang loudly.He and others gathered in the atrium in a hurry, watching the closed door of the sanctuary suddenly opened, the chief judge Carter and the chief master Cedric came out hand in hand, and the priests in linen robes clapped in two lines behind them.Under the watchful eyes of everyone, the Grand Judge read out the oracle that Agnor suddenly delivered to the mortal world.

Alman thought it was an oracle about the Order of the Shadows or the Silver Hand. After all, Agnor and the gods believed by these two churches were sworn enemies.However, contrary to most people's expectations, Agnor neither asked for the eradication of evil, nor asked for sacrifices. The oracle released from the mouth of the Grand Judge was vague, as incomprehensible as a riddle circulated in the market.

Priests and paladins whispered and exchanged guesses that not even the Grand Inquisitor who read the oracle could decipher.

It was two years in a flash, and people with a little forgetfulness had long forgotten this episode.

Could it be related to the oracle two years ago?The paladin guessed, looking at the mirror-smooth blade of the cross sword, he saw his copper-colored hair and smoke-blue eyes.

"Yes." Benson looked at Arman who couldn't help smiling, and recalled that when he was young, the cold and hard lines on his face had obviously softened. "My lord has clearer instructions. The crisis of destroying the balance of the world is constantly happening." is brewing, and will spread from north to south. Our Lord wishes us to rise up and keep the danger out of the civilized world."

"From north to south?" Arman's first reaction was the battle where his father died so far.Immediately, he realized that his adoptive father had been stationed in the north all year round, and the two often communicated. Since he didn't show any abnormal signs, it shouldn't be the ancient evil that erupted again.Just need to use the artifact...

"My lord revealed to us that it was a powerful existence that was sealed on the outer interface, and the seal was opened for unknown reasons, and fell into the mortal world."

The paladin gripped the golden broadsword tightly.

"Don't worry." Master Benson comforted, "I will ask Leon and Cecilia to lead the team and go with you. They are all battle-tested powerhouses, and they have cooperated with you many times, and they cooperate skillfully. Don't worry about accidents."

"I'm not worried about this." Yarman shook his head, "If it is a creature on the outer interface, it will inevitably have unimaginable abilities. The church's ability is limited. Do you want to cooperate with the Mages Association? When formulating a battle plan, It can also be more flexible.”

Master Benson's face suddenly became gloomy, because his fanatical faith in Agnor made him instinctively reject all things magical.

"Yarman, you are the 'Saint Mikhail' of the church. I hope you can remember one thing. Even if you are of noble birth, and your adoptive father is the prophetic eye of the Mages Association, and the darling of fate, that still doesn't change the fact that you are a saint. The fact of the knights. I hope you can think more about how to develop the church, instead of getting involved with this group of blasphemers."

"Benson, that's enough." The chief judge sternly said, "I also hope that you will be as impartial as possible when fulfilling the oracle of my lord. Old grievances from decades ago and personal disputes with Kerwin will not be ignored." It involves the next generation. From the overall point of view, there is nothing wrong with Arman's suggestion. The mage's exploration of the world and planes is far behind most churches. Only by getting more detailed information from the mage can we formulate more Targeted tactics to reduce casualties."

"Oh, I apologize to you."

"No, I should apologize to you." The paladin bowed to the gray-haired old man.

Master Benson waved his hand, and the grievances and grievances from decades ago suddenly appeared, which made him feel bad all of a sudden.

"Okay, get your things ready, let's go. Communicate with Holy Sword more on the road, and it will be more compatible with you in battle."

The author has something to say:

Why do I feel more tired than usual during the holidays... Anyway, I caught up.

PS: New year and new weather, I went out to cut Audrey Hepburn's hairstyle, but when I came back, I looked like a pig (let me cry for a while...

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