"They are here."

A gentle and calm woman's voice rang out from her ears.

Like the sound of nature.

With divine and breathtaking power.

Robin lowered his head in surprise and found that he had suddenly become much shorter, and the clothes on his body were not the T-shirts and shorts he usually wore.

It was a linen medieval dress.

In front of his eyes was a beautiful woman.

But when he looked up at the other person, his face became blurred-

Her outline is beautiful, with long curly silver hair vaguely visible, spreading over her shoulders like a waterfall.

But his facial features are very blurry and he looks full of holy and noble colors.

The only thing that could be seen clearly was the white European robe worn by this man, who was like a medieval missionary.

On the other party's chest, there was a pattern made of strange letters.

A half-curved silver moon is dotted with three stars.

This outfit is very strange, with the characteristics of the medieval Western European era, and is incompatible with this era.

But it exudes an extremely sacred and mysterious beauty in the moonlight.

"I will send you to a safe place, hoping that you can live happily there and never come back," said the woman in front of you.

I don't know why she spoke not in any language that Robin is familiar with, not in Chinese, nor in English. Only some of the word formation and pronunciation are similar to English, but he can understand what the other party is saying.

At the same time, in his sight, a blurred black shadow appeared behind her.

The friction of the armor and the sound of iron boots rubbing across the ground sounded from a distance.

It seems that it should be what she said [them].

Robin suddenly became nervous and his heart was in his throat.

...

A thin line appeared in the vast white snow.

If you enlarge it, you can vaguely see that this thin line is a team of about ten people.

They were wearing black cloaks, and the black soft leather armor inside wrapped them up. They wrapped their bodies with cloth strips wrapped around their hands. They each held the weapons in their hands, and then ran towards the mountain at a very fast speed.

Everyone has agile body and is as agile as the wind.

It's like a pack of wolves appearing in the snow.

On the top of the snow-capped mountain, a white tower stands.

This is a stargazing tower located on the bank of Bolls Mirror Lake in the southeast of the Kingdom of Secred. It has been abandoned for many years because of the bloody incidents that have occurred before.

On the roof of the tower covered with green vines, a slightly green face appeared in a brown wooden rose window frame without glass.

The faint eyebrows were as straight as an arrow, with long eyelashes, a high nose bridge, a fair face, slightly sunken cheeks, and the fiery red curly hair on his head looked extremely out of tune.

The perversion given by the fire-colored hair and her delicate face that seemed to be carved seemed extremely abrupt, and they perfectly merged with each other.

Young and deep, shy and unyielding, violent and calm appearing on one person at the same time.

She was wearing silver armor, and the short slanted cloak on her back covered her chest from her right shoulder, and pulled into a triangle to outline the full and tight figure of her upper body.

On the armor on her chest, there is a star and moon pattern engraved, marking her identity.

A half-curved silver moon is dotted with three stars.

This is not the land where the land we are located is called sacred, mysterious, great and wisdom, the inheritance of greatness and wisdom - [Secored], known as the Storm Dragon, but comes from the neighboring Kingdom of Yitnell.

Gael Fassbind, who is affectionately called Gael by others in the Gods Society, is the highest god guard system in the Kingdom of Itnair today, and is called one of the priest guards of the [Wings of Gods].

She bit her lower lip gently, her face full of seriousness, and even her breathing seemed to have stopped.

A pair of big green eyes looked at the surrounding environment vigilantly.

After a while, her pupils suddenly shrank violently, and her body trembled.

Her brows frowned slightly and her lips opened in surprise.

"Master Master."

Behind her, there were about a dozen people in the same costume, all of whom were nervous.

Their outfits, silver and solemn, symbolize wisdom and purity, especially the star and moon marks on their chests, are not the appearance of the Secreds.

Instead, it comes from the neighbourhood of the Kingdom of Secred - known as the place where wisdom and strength gather, the place of fatigue and rebirth of the soul, and is known as the priests of the kingdom of the eternal kingdom of the stars and the moon.

In the rotunda, a woman in a white robe raised her head.

It was a face that was nearly thirty years old and extremely noble.

A pair of big blue eyes shine like blue gems, or like bottomless lake water, full of wisdom and power.

From the theocracy system of the Kingdom of Ittenel, second only to the main priest, he is known as the messenger of God and God. He is the closest person to God in the world, and the deputy priest [Siah Ludwig].

Hearing Gael's call, she stopped her work.

In front of her toes, a huge circular magic array was painted on the wide round white stone floor, with various complex inscriptions engraved in it. The golden magic power surged, and the power of magic could be faintly seen from above.

However, this magic circle was not yet perfected, they gathered at Saiya's feet, and her fingers stopped.

At her fingertips, the unfinished inscriptions were pounding slightly, and the light was cruising back and forth between her fingers and the ground.

Saiya's right hand was quietly lying a golden-edged white-skinned sacred book, with a faint white light on it.

"What's wrong, Gale?" Saiya asked softly.

"Someone is coming." Gale replied.

"Stop them and don't let them in." Sayya ordered, staring at the magic circle under her feet dryly, and her heart was beating violently.

It's just a little bit, only a little bit.

As long as the magic circle is completed, the chosen one chosen by the God of Life will descend into this world, thereby saving Yitnair, who is about to die, allowing the blood of the kingdom to continue, and giving people new life power.

"No, Lord Priest," Gael said calmly, "they don't look like the Secreds."

"What?!" Everyone was shocked by her words.

Gale tried hard to calm down his mood, organized his words, and tried to express her meaning accurately, "I saw a row of people wearing black cloaks coming here, very fast and well-trained. If it were Secoride's people, they would not deliberately hide their image on their own land at this time."

"Assassin." Saiya responded immediately.

The guards behind her drew their swords and vowed to protect the safety here.
Chapter completed!