Chapter 707： War nuns

The goddess officer wearing a new style of nuns stood on the open space in front of the team. The cold wind in the late autumn season blew through the square, raising the nun's pale blond hair and the black lace skirt. She was watching the distant sign. The target, the side ear listens to the instructions of the superior.

"preparation"

Accompanied by the instructions of the superior, the nun who was in charge of the demonstration lifted the magical "scepter" in his hand and placed it flat on the side in a clean and neat position. One hand clenched the middle of the staff, one hand Then grabbed the hand guard wrapped around the verse cloth, and the low-pitched humming sound came from the mechanism at both ends of the staff. The faint holy white light began to flow between the gaps and runes of those mechanical structures.

"put!!"

The seemingly slender fingers pulled the trigger, and the body of the goddess officer trembled a little. The opening of the front end of the staff was sprayed with a white light. The hot energy of the holy light quickly flew to the distance, and the purple steel enchanted as the target. A flame was blown up on the column.

After completing a beautiful shot, she extinguished the flame in the focusing crystal according to the instructions, re-emphasized the "Gospel Angel" and turned back to the team.

“This is the weapon that the Magic Institute and the Design Bureau have improved according to the needs of the female priests,” Wright nodded to Veronica. “Although it looks like a full metal wand, it is weak inside. Effective weight loss rune, the actual weight is much lighter than it looks. The attack method is essentially the Holy Light impact handgun used by the White Knight, but the weight is changed from double hair to single hair, so the weight is reduced by half. The staff style is because it also considers the close combat that you said before. The goddess officer is not suitable for wielding the white knight's mechanical dynamic warhammer. The bodyguard is a more suitable weapon..."

"I... I think you may have misunderstood... No, nothing," Veronica didn't know why she felt a little tired. She explained that she had swallowed it in half. She hasn't had a similar feeling for a long time in these hundreds of years. At this time, I couldn’t help but sigh. "The big priest, it seems that these nuns have also conducted melee training?"

“It’s only a preliminary training, but it’s quite effective,” Wright said. “His Royal Highness Rebecca and Ms. Herti provided some guidance...”

“They provide guidance?” Veronica snorted and felt a little incomprehensible. “Why did they guide this?”

“The Cecil family has always been a martial art, and there are many quick martial arts, especially Ms. Herti, who is quite proficient in the body of the staff,” Wright explained. “Of course, they only coached several instructors, followed by The training is done by the instructor."

Veronica thought about it and thought it would be better not to continue to delve into it, but she still had a lot of questions that she couldn’t help but say: "What about their gloves? Why do nuns need gloves?"

"More lightweight and flexible melee weapons can further enhance their ability to survive in close encounters, and fighting has always been the strength of Protestant clergy, regardless of gender. In addition, their gloves are not just weapons. There is also a built-in single-dose 'redemption' mixture that can be saved on the battlefield."

"...this sounds really armed for the battlefield," Veronica said with a smile. "But... is it a bit too hot?"

Upon hearing this, Wright’s expression suddenly became serious. He looked at Veronica’s eyes and said very seriously: “We were born in an era of insecurity, and the officers were prepared to go to the battlefield. of."

Having said that, he paused and shook his head slightly: "I know that in the past many years, the Church of the Light has enjoyed wealth and power, and the powerful Holy Knights and convenient magical powers have forgotten the officials. How did the preachers of the dark age come over...

"The original preachers trudged in the wilderness, accompanied by beasts, hardships and deaths, far from the convenience of the improved gods, and the help of the guarded knights and the local nobility, in such a difficult situation The preacher tempered himself, and protected everyone who met on the road with the immature light, and spread the original idea of ​​light, such as light, redemption, and shelter...

"Today we are fortunate. We don't have to wear tattered equipment to open up the wilderness. We don't have to face the shadow of hunger and beasts at any time. But I have said that people have no long-term care, and there will be a long time in the future. In such a vast world, there is always some danger waiting for us, and since we have chosen 'Holy Light', we must fulfill the responsibility brought by the Holy Light."

Looking at the serious and serious big priest, Veronica has some feelings of being a disobedient. Today she was taught by a "young" ordinary person. She thinks this is a bit funny, but when she sees it She smiled when she was surrounded by the faint light of Light.

He is qualified to break the seal of the soul with his own ideas. With this achievement alone, he is qualified to be on an equal footing with any disobedience.

Wright also realized that he accidentally entered the professional preaching state. Before the spread, he quickly shifted the topic: "Of course, not all the priests have been incorporated into the White Knights or the War Sisters. The civilian priests are also preserved, and even these armed nuns, in non-combat situations, will receive the normal church work in the church, listen to confession, soothe the wounds, these are their daily work. There will be similar daily work, but more emphasis on manual labor.

"In addition, whether it is an armed nun or a white knight, it is necessary to study the books of the Holy Light and learn all kinds of new knowledge. This is their right and their obligation. They cannot deviate from the light because they are busy with worldly things. The way can not be turned into an old-fashioned person who resists advanced knowledge and solidifies his mind because he only studies the teachings.

"The entire southern church is not a leisurely idler."

“It’s not just the Southern Church,” Veronica smiled. “The North will also carry out this transformation, and from the legal point of view, there is no difference between the so-called 'Southern Church' and 'Northern Church'. We only have one holy Guangxue."

"I know, but this is only legal, and the real barrier still exists," Wright said seriously. "We have had a very thorough church reshaping in the South, but a similar 'remodeling' approach is not in the North. Applicable, I have received reports from many regions. The old priests have been trying to obstruct and delay the reform process, especially in the West. They are obediently obeying the new church center, but in fact there have been many small moves."

"...this part of the work will be handed over to me," Veronica said nod after a brief indifference. "Cooperate with you for the Protestant Reformation. This is the contract between me and Govin Cecil."

Lai specifically looked at Veronica, and for a moment, he said: "I am very curious. You are doing these things for us now. Is it really just because of the transaction with your Majesty?"

"...In many cases, 'transaction' is the most stable way of cooperation." Veronica looked at Wright with her mild but temperature-deficient eyes. After leaving this sentence, she mentioned that Turn the platinum scepter, who is not leaving, and turn slowly away.

......

A few days later, the eastern part of the Holy Spirit Plain.

The cold wind blows on the face, the air has a slight burnt smell, and the once-green forest has turned into a waste land in the theater, spreading into the distance in the distance, the broken village ruins and burnt on both sides. The wreckage of the forest continued to recede. During the long journey, similar landscapes appeared constantly and repeated over and over again.

Bad Weindel slightly closed the window and isolated the dry and cold air from the magic car. There was an old and somewhat unfair voice beside him: "How? I watched this film with my own eyes. What do you think of the plains that have been tossed into ruins?"

Bud turned his head and saw that the old druid, named Pitman, looked at himself with a smile and smiled. Some time, I didn’t know how to respond.

This seemingly ugly and ugly old man is actually a big man. He is the head of the imperial chief druid and the head of the alchemy project. He has a respectable status and power in this huge and young empire, but neglects it. After this dazzling aura, after a period of personal contact, he realized that the old man was actually so bad that he was almost owed to him. He seemed to be able to utter a lot of words that killed people to provoke the victims. Unlike the Rebecca Princess who has a similar talent, this old man is deliberate...

The biggest problem Bard faces is that he still can't do this with the old man. It is not because there are soldiers watching or following the virtue of "respecting the old", but he is 100% sure that even if he accidentally touched the old man, the other party They dared to lie on the ground immediately, and then swindled the last copper plate in his pocket.

Why is this Pittman always targeting himself?

Bud couldn’t figure out for a moment, but he shook his head after a moment of silence: "I don't want to defend myself, but when they started the plan on the Holy Spirit Plain, I was not in Ansu. I was sent to the east of the mainland. Contact with the son of the storm."

"Hah, it’s just a change of place to do bad things," Pitman laughed. "The son of the storm... So you know what the guys are doing? Are they going to return to the mainland?"

"...I don't know what they are, they put almost all their energy in the deep sea, and together with the sects of the dark sects and the eternal sleepers, now they feel that it is difficult to communicate with them," Bard is quite frank. Said, "I have been on an offshore island in the eastern continent for a long time, but it is basically a waste of time. I helped them collect some materials, but more often they are dealing with their limbs that have been affected by deep seas. Work is like a doctor..."

"The limbs that are affected by the deep sea?" Pittman raised an eyebrow. "It's a bit interesting... I am interested, what about the situation?"

"They have been obsessed with occupying several sea areas controlled by the Kraken, but they do not allow other members of the Dark Sect to participate in their frontline battles. I don't know what they have done and what they have experienced. I only know that some have been sent back. The son of the storm has grown fish scales and fins, and always squats at the high tide, 'Eva is summoning'..." Bud shook his head. "To tell the truth, the variation in them seems to me. Even more dark rituals than the end of all things, the deep sea... There are so many incomprehensible things hidden in the deep sea, and I don’t know what the children of the storm are attracted to, and they are attached to it."

"...Yes, leaving you a cultist can still have an extra effect."

Pitman sighed, and then he no longer took care of Bard, whose face changed slightly, but cast his gaze into the distance and looked at another car that was driving ahead.

In the magic car in front, Gao Wen ended the routine communication with the government office. After turning off the car magic network terminal, he could not help but sigh: "Walde sent the engineering team between Sorinburg and the rich woodland. After repairing two additional obelisks, the communication problem in the southeast and south of the Holy Spirit Plain was finally solved."

"Recently, the meteorite fortress has sent the engineering team to the north. It is not to rebuild the kingdom avenue or to build the infrastructure in the Holy Spirit Plain, or to assist in the organization of the joint reconstruction team. Some people say that the second corps under the Wald team is fast becoming a road bridge. The group, "Amber squats on the back of the front seat, whispering, "Think about the Rock Fortress two years ago or the portal barrier, it is just like a dream..."

While squatting, she moved her head and looked at Gao Wen: "If you say it again, you decided to check the situation personally. This is quite unexpected... and you can rest assured that you are safe."

“The presence of the Archon and the Office of Administration is to ensure that the entire empire can still function when I leave Cecil,” Gao Wen said casually, but his eyes could not help but look in the direction of Sorinburg. “And... What happened here is really what I care about. After all, it is the nest of all things. The great changes and turning points that this country has encountered in the past two years are almost brewed by this nest. How can I not see it myself? Look?"

"Hah, I admire you for this kind of reason to sneak out and sneak out." Amber is not afraid to be photographed on the wall (because there is no wall), then knock her in Gaowen. Suddenly sitting up straight before the head, looking into the distance with surprise.

"Mom..." she exclaimed, her eyes wide open. "The report says that the thing is called... 'tree'?"