Artifact (1)
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Tuwoong!!
Mohammed and Jimmy were competing in the training room of the lord of the Countess of Phillips.
It was a secret that Jimmy reached the status of a graduate, so Count Phillips watched the match between the two alone.
In Dalian, Mohammed always had the upper hand.
With the perfection of his swordsmanship, Jimmy still had a long way to go to pursue Mohammed.
In addition, Jimmy was still inexperienced in handling the sword.
Mohammed stopped holding hands and swung his sword at Jimmy, who stood still.
Jimmy was pushed all the way in the direction Mohammed wanted, but that didn’t make it easy.
In the end, Mohammed, who hung his sword to one side, shook his head slightly.
“It’s different…”
When the swordsmanship of Count Phillips was added to the sword of selflessness, the synergy was enormous.
In the first place, the swordsmanship of Count Phillips itself was an improved sword technique to use the selfless sword more effectively.
Mohamed, who remembered the battle that seemed to be facing an impenetrable shield, patted Jimmy on the shoulder.
Although the situation was very troublesome, it was encouraging anyway that the glory the Count had lost was revived.
“Would you be able to pass it on to others?”
“Um… I don’t think it’s going to be easy.”
I had to go into a mountain where there were no people and practice the Dora all day and hope for the state of liberation.
The Count, who had heard the story, stood up from his seat.
“I have confirmed that the vision is real, so that’s it.”
A smile formed on the count’s lips.
Whatever the process, I was satisfied with the fact that there were three reliable grades in the Count of Phillips.
Even with the exception of Rei, it was an extraordinary power in such a small estate.
“I’ll have to match the armor.”
Although the budget was tight, Graduate had to be treated with basic hospitality.
Count Phillips came out of the training center with Graduites on both sides and forcibly gripped the corners of his mouth.
It was difficult to enjoy the luxury of walking with gradients on either side unless you were the head of a fairly powerful family.
The Count, who had postponed the various problems in reality for a moment, headed to the office with a strong neck for nothing.
When the Count arrived at the Oval Office, just in time, a letter had arrived through the bridge.
The count, who read the letter, quickly returned to reality and frowned.
The letter was from a servant sent to the Count of Osiris.
The content in the letter was not something to be laughed at lightly.
“You’ll need a little more budget.”
The Count murmured.
The knight of Count Phillips insulted the knights of other families by drinking and making speech mistakes.
Even a small gift had to be prepared to convey the will of apology to each family.
The count, who had been estimating how much budget would be needed, let out a low laugh.
The letter also clearly stated that the count’s knights defeated the knights of other families one after another.
The amount of money that would go into building one’s self-esteem was never small, so the feeling of satisfaction did not leave easily.
“I have to give up.”
Reaching the state of liberation with this spirit would be impossible even if you practice for the rest of your life.
As the Count was smiling alone, Mohammed asked with a slightly anxious face.
“Did Rey cause trouble in the Countess of Osiris?”
“The guards I sent with to watch over Rey to make sure he didn’t cause trouble, had an accident.”
The Count handed the letter to Mohammed with a smile on his face.
After reading the letter, Mohammed closed his eyes and wrinkled his eyebrows.
“…sorry.”
“It seems that the police keep getting stained by Rey.”
He said it with a smile, but it was a call to do mental training again.
Mohammed frowned as the back of his neck was getting stiff.
The count smiled low once more as he got the letter back.
It was something I could laugh at, thinking that I had built up my self-esteem once.
It would have been difficult for a family to advance into the center of something like this, but it would have been difficult for the Count Phillips to live alone on the outskirts, so there was no need to fuss over glares or favors from others.
However, what the Count and Mohammed received was a letter describing what had happened the day before.
While the Count and Mohammed were having a conversation, there was a riot in the Count of Osiris.
*
The perpetrator who attacked the wagon of Marquis Mathias escaped.
Fortunately, there were no fatalities in the process of stopping the attack.
However, a few people were injured and all the horses pulling the wagon died.
Thomas, one of the wounded, had a headache.
It was difficult for Thomas himself to tell whether it was because he had been hit in the head, or whether it was a shock that he was robbed in close combat by a wizard.
“Is that… magic?”
To describe the magic that the wizard manifested, it was just a high-speed swing.
Thomas was confused.
Considering the magical firepower mobilized in the surprise attack, it was clear that the attacker had a circle.
It wasn’t absurd at all, assuming it was using a very expensive artifact, but…
‘Was it possible that it was a high-speed swing using wind magic?’
If you only look at the probability, the probability that the opponent was a wizard was much higher.
Thomas ripped off his head and struggled with embarrassment.
Even a Templar who faithfully worships God by abandoning his personal feelings could not be so ashamed that he was robbed in close combat by a wizard.
“Stand up.”
Albert ordered in a stern voice.
Albert was not without his disappointment with Thomas, but now was not the time to rebuke Thomas.
As a result of checking the carriage’s luggage, the raider fled by stealing only the relics honestly.
“It was a crime aimed at relics. It turned out better. Now that you have a chance to attack the dishonest people who planned this work, come to your senses.”
Albert turned to the carriage.
The fabric used to secure the relics in the wagon carriage was torn and fluttering.
On the white cloth woven with high-quality fabric, the prayers written in transparent color were emitting a little blue light.
Just in time, the guards on horseback from the port arrived. Among them, there were knights who reached the level of an expert.
“Are you all okay?”
“…”
Albert was silent, almost stealing the horse.
Everyone was perplexed, but because the status of the other person was their status, they could not actively pursue it.
“I’m leaving right away.”
If we had waited like this, it would have taken us a year to fix the site, organize the organization, and chase the beast again.
Albert rode his horse in the direction the beast had escaped, and the two remaining Templars also rode and followed him.
“I’ll use the spear.”
“that…!”
The spear Albert referred to meant the spear that the individual Templars consecrated through long prayers.
After using it once, I had to pray for over a year to recharge it again.
Feeling Albert’s determined will, Thomas clenched his teeth.
*
Ray rode on a horse to run and let go of the tension.
Things worked out better than expected. There were no casualties during the raid, and the relics were successfully stolen.
He killed the horse except for the one he was going to ride, so the pursuit was successfully delayed.
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Now, all you need to do is quickly reach the target point, dispose of the horse, and then return to the circle.
“You mean this is the relic…?”
Rey lifted an object that looked like a broken marble shard.
With Aftel’s help, he was able to quickly identify which artifacts were among the many loads.
“Do you know the identity of this object?”
[Not in data. However, it is highly likely that it is one of the parts that make up the artifact.]
“Ah, so if you collect five of these things and combine them, one legendary relic is completed?”
[Similar.]
“Haha… Can’t we just completely destroy this?”
[Not recommended.]
When the artifact is completely destroyed, the ‘power’ that resides in the artifact returns to the ‘master of power’.
There will be one less dangerous item right now, but in the long run, it may lead to the birth of another disaster, so the principle is to seal, not destroy, items with demonic power.
Ray, who heard the story, made an impression.
“Sir, then we’ll just have to destroy it.”
[If you destroy it, another type of disaster will occur later…]
“Another type of disaster will come after me, so why do I care about that?”
Looking back, the relics already used by the first prince were completely melted.
200 years from now, it could be the seed of a more dangerous disaster, but by then, Bella must have lived and died for the rest of her life.
Aftel, who was silent for a moment, showed an uncomfortable feeling.
[Master, the idea is very petty.]
“If you were in my position, it wouldn’t sound like that.”
There were also practical problems.
If you keep the relics and get caught, you will be pointed out as the culprit. In that case, it would be better to dispose of it.
Ray was trying to wipe the sweat from his head while talking like that, but suddenly frowned.
I wiped off the sweat, but there was water on my forehead.
When I took a picture with my finger, it was blood, not water.
“?”
Rey took off her gloves.
Blood was flowing from the back of his hand.
There was a triangular wound on the back of his hand, and blood was oozing out of it.
But there was no pain.
[It’s a stigma.]
“What?”
[It is a kind of blessing from a priest. It looks like a trap has been engraved on the seal of the relic. I didn’t detect it, not magic.]
“No, why do you put a blessing on it saying it’s a trap?”
[The priest’s skills are mostly in the form of blessings, but they are often used for completely different purposes.]
Aftel continued looking down at Rey’s stigma.
[For example, these stigmas may contain the prayer, ‘Please take care of that Lamb.’]
“?”
[Then you can put those who have received the stigmata under the gaze of El-ram.]
“Then is it tracking magic?”
[Even a Templar who prayed for blessings cannot peek into El-Ram’s gaze. but…]
Aftel’s gaze turned to the sky.
[In case the Lamb that El-Ram watches is in danger, we can support the weapons we have prepared from afar.]
“What the hell…?”
Rey, who was getting angry, quickly stopped talking and turned her head back.
From the sky, three silver spears flashed and fell.
The distance that Chang flew was at least 4 km.
“…No, what kind of missile?”
Kwaang!!!!
A miracle fell on Rey.
Rey drew his sword, but the spear didn’t pierce Rey.
Rey looked at the spear that fell in a triangle centered on him, and only then did he clearly understand the mechanism of the ‘miracle’.
The spear that has been consecrated for a long time is engraved with a prayer to ‘Support those who have received the blessing’.
Therefore, if you give the blessing to the fleeing ‘target’ and shoot the consecrated spear, the spear will find the target by itself to support the target.
Of course, it would be a very good guided missile if a bunch of bombs were tied to the fortified spear.
There were no barbaric weapons such as bombs in the spear that the Templars fired, but there were a lot of prayers written on the spear.
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Chains of light that make up the divine barrier rose from the spear and fell in all directions.
Rei, who had become trapped in an instant, muttered with a face that was deeply irritated.
“Such ignorant bastards…”
*
Seeing a brilliant light flashing in the distance, Albert smiled.
“Successful.”
Albert was proud of himself.
Others downplayed the value of the relics the marquis would trade with, and the procedure for exporting the relics to other countries was mostly omitted for political reasons.
In this situation, Albert alone prepared for the emergency.
And today, an attack aimed at the relic was made, and Albert, who was fully prepared, successfully imprisoned the assailant in a barrier.
“It won’t be easy to get out of.”
The type of divine barrier that Albert carved on the spear was the ‘barrier of penance’.
Even devout priests accumulate sins in their lives. The barrier of penance detects and resists even the feeble sins accumulated in the soul.
If the soul was in contact with an evil spirit that did not originally exist in this world, the pain of the penance barrier would be indescribable.
Even if you break through the barrier of penance by force, your body will be severely burned at that point.
In order to be able to break that barrier of penance without any damage, you must either reach the supreme state or become an apostle of El-Ram .
