Chapter 45 The Power of the Priest
The moment the green shadow of the god appeared, it enveloped everyone in Prince Jing's mansion.
Cold, blurry eyes swept across the entire scene, and then a tornado suddenly rolled up from the lower body of the "god", sending sand and rocks flying.
"Shoot!"
The crossbow's bowstring vibrated and arrows rained down, but the arrows that could tear through soft armor were blown off course when they hit the wind wall.
"Go!" The black-robed sorcerer exhaled and shouted, and the god above his head collapsed. After the strong wind, the group of people disappeared, leaving only arrows in the yard.
Run away.
"Wind Escape Technique! They haven't gotten far, chase them separately!"
Zhou Cang shouted in a deep voice, and the men in brocade clothes riding on the wall jumped down one after another.
With the help of hearing, one can catch the footsteps of people fleeing at a rapid speed, suddenly appearing from all directions in the night.
After the sorcerer led his men to escape the encirclement, those people from Prince Jing's Mansion were fleeing in different directions.
"Sir, the other side actually has a master of this level. I'm afraid we can't stop him." A man in brocade clothes said to Zhou Cang with an anxious look.
Most of the time, there are few strong enemies in the city.
Especially since it only involves firearms, it stands to reason that there shouldn't be practitioners of this level among the enemies.
They misjudged the fighting strength of both sides.
"Don't worry," Zhou Cang remained calm. As he hurriedly ran after him, he glanced back at the courtyard behind him and said:
"And Envoy Zhao."
Before setting off, he asked Ma Yan whether to send out experts to ensure safety, or whether the governor should go himself.
At that time, Ma Yan just said calmly:
"Sun Lianying is the most thorough in his work. Don't worry. Since that old sly fellow dares to talk about a joint investigation, he must have made all the necessary arrangements. Humph, I know him all too well."
There was a mixture of contempt and admiration in their words, and it seemed that the two had a deep friendship.
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No, why am I the only one left... Zhao Duan stood alone in the small courtyard, feeling like cursing.
It was okay that the audience left as soon as I finished reading the beginning of the prepared lines.
"Priest Jin Jian? Are you there? Where did the bandit leader go? Please capture him." He asked loudly into the air.
Silence.
Just when he suspected that the unreliable girl had skipped work.
Suddenly, pale golden footprints appeared on the ground one after another, extending into the distance.
“…”
Zhao Duan was speechless. He felt like he was rubbing Diablo with his hands after get off work and turning on "automatic pathfinding".
Without time to complain, he leaped up, the surging energy poured into his meridians, and he followed the golden footprints with his lightness skills and ran all the way.
After majoring in the inheritance of the God of War, the energy in his body became more powerful and domineering, far beyond what it had been before.
It was as if it had been replaced with a super-powerful engine, running at full speed, almost leaving an afterimage.
Moving across the roofs of buildings as if it were flat ground.
After chasing for a long time, the surroundings became increasingly quiet. When Zhao Duan landed on a quiet street, he found a black-clothed sorcerer standing alone at the end of the long street.
Waiting leisurely.
The golden footprints had long disappeared, and the other party seemed not to have seen them.
"Are you Zhao Duan? The pretty boy kept by the empress?" The black-robed sorcerer looked at him with great interest.
Zhao Duan suddenly became alert and did not rush in. He stopped a few feet away from the other party, glanced around, and asked:
"Zhang Changshuo is not with you?"
"That loser?" the black-robed sorcerer said coldly, "He's more likely to cause trouble than to accomplish anything."
He left it behind when he fled.
Those soldiers also felt that they were a burden and threw them out to attract the pursuers.
However, he soon discovered that the imperial court had not dispatched any experts, and had obviously underestimated the difficulty of the arrest tonight.
The sense of urgency was lifted, and after realizing that there was a "tail" following him, he began to have other thoughts.
"I heard that you are quite favored by the Pseudo-Emperor. If you die here, the Pseudo-Emperor will surely be sad." The black-robed sorcerer said with a smile.
Zhao Duan raised his eyebrows, touched the hilt of the knife at his waist with his right hand, and sighed:
"I have this illusion that I can strike back. If you were truly so sure, why would you be wasting your time talking to me?"
The black-robed sorcerer said nothing, but he was indeed observing.
He majors in the deity [Wind Lord] and has the ability to obtain information through hyacinths.
This is also the reason why he was lurking in the capital - to facilitate the transmission of information to the south.
At this moment, he was sure from the night wind that this pretty boy was chasing him alone, and he felt relieved, looking at him with disdain:
"Smooth talk. Today I'll teach you a lesson: never underestimate your opponent."
The words fell.
The middle-aged warlock in black clothes raised his sleeves, a breeze swirled around him, and he put his skinny palms together to form a knife, and chopped it diagonally!
Just a light chop!
Under the cover of night, the icy air was pulled by an inexplicable force, gathering and squeezing madly, condensing into a giant green blade about ten feet long and shaped like a half moon.
"Let's go." The warlock pushed, the corners of his mouth raised, and his tone was mocking.
bass!
The giant wind blade triggered a sonic boom and plowed along the central axis of the long street like lightning. At the end of the wind blade, the bluestone ground sank silently.
Wherever he passed, he left pure white knife marks on the stones, extending directly towards the nobleman who was standing there in a daze, as if he was frightened.
Zhao Duan's pupils suddenly contracted and his muscles tensed. He felt his body was restrained and air currents from both sides were pressing towards him, making it difficult to dodge.
As if being fixed on the rails, a train whistles in the distance, roaring closer, and time slows down in my perception.
The energy in his body, as strong as a dragon, was moving madly, as if urging him to break free from his restraints.
You can break free... but you don't have to.
Zhao Duan only held the hilt of the knife with one hand, letting the hair on his forehead blow back without dodging or avoiding it.
He was betting that the "Red-Dotted Boy" hiding in the dark would not stand idly by.
The stars suddenly became brighter, and the wisps of clouds that had blown in from the south in the sky during the day dissipated, as if the secret of heaven was being pulled.
The clouds have parted and the moon has cleared. Countless stars twinkle in the inky black universe, which is not significantly different from the desolate and primitive time billions of years ago.
The girl came floating in, mysterious and ethereal beyond words.
Jin Jian's dazed and unfocused gaze suddenly focused, and a slightly pale finger stretched out from the sleeve of the black priest's robe embroidered with gold thread.
Carefully, he pressed on the middle of the exaggerated wind blade that was a few inches away from Zhao Duan's forehead.
The "train" came to an abrupt stop.
Bang!
Silently, the fierce and sharp wind blade, which was enough to tear through the heavy armor of the Iron Buddha cavalry in the army, disintegrated into a scattered turbulent stream and drifted towards the two men.
"You, why don't you hide?"
Jin Jian's voice was ethereal, and he tilted his head, as if he was confused.
Huh… Zhao Duan exhaled silently and asked, “Why did you show up just now?”
Jin Jian explained seriously:
"My job is to keep you safe, not to catch thieves."
After thinking about it, he added:
“That’s an extra price.”
That actually makes sense... Workers will never do extra work unless they are paid extra... Zhao Duan agreed with this and pointed at the other party, smiling and asking:
"What's the price for catching him?"
Well... no matter how expensive it is, I will promise it first, and then ask Ma Yan to reimburse me... the imperial court should not be short of money.
"He doesn't need money."
The girl named Jin Jian, with her sleeves fluttering, looked at the black-robed sorcerer with a stern face, a somewhat unhappy expression:
"This authentic Fengbo summoning spell originates from the Tianshi Mansion... Where did you learn it? From the Fashen Sect? Or from a fugitive priest?"
After a pause, the girl with an ethereal voice and mysterious temperament shook her head and said:
"You will certainly not answer, so I will have no choice but to clear the door."
No... just because he didn't say a word, you concluded that he didn't want to say it... Zhao Duan was too tired to complain.
Across the long street.
The black-robed sorcerer was no longer relaxed. He stared at the golden tablet with fear and blurted out:
"Priest Zhudian!?"
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The upstairs is being renovated, and while typing I can only hear the sound of a power drill, so my efficiency is very low and the update is a little late.
(End of this chapter)
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