Chapter 105, The Gift of Divine Power and the Soul Trapped on the Axe

Listening to Baron Kendall's words, Keir felt a little strange.

He had long known from his knight training teacher, Knight Crow, that the noble lord who served as a knight had the strength of a knight.

Although this is not a secret, very few people know about it.

What he just did should be known to the Baron himself, but at this time, this man still had the same face, neither angry nor frightened.

‘Perhaps, in the Baron’s own opinion, what just happened was just a trivial matter. After all, the reason why I forced my way in was to find a priest to treat his close subordinates as soon as possible. If his subordinates blocked it, it was their own internal matter. As the master, he couldn't block the treatment. Otherwise, no one will be loyal to him in the future. ’

Kil was not stupid. He put his identity on the Baron himself and thought of this.

Heaving a sigh of relief, Kil stiffened his body, took a short run on the carriage at his feet, crossed the four-meter-wide carriage gap, and jumped onto the carriage where the priests were staying.

"Put the person down quickly, hey, such a serious injury."

Although the baron did not designate any priest to treat the wounded, several priests from different churches looked at each other, and a pastor from the Church of Saturn came over to take charge of the treatment.

This man knew in his heart that although various churches were not as strong as some churches that had been dealing with battlefields all year round when it came to using divine magic to meet enemies. But there are more or less abilities that can be directly used in combat.

This aspect has less to do with their churches and priests, and more to do with the gods they believe in.

Even if the priesthood of a god is not very related to combat, then the church, which is a chess piece of the god or has hands, feet and eyes, will also have some magical skills of combat.

In this regard, both the Church of the Sun God and the Church of the God of Wealth are semi-involved.

The God of Craftsman and the God of Agriculture are much different.

However, at this moment, there are no priests of the God of Artisans. The Church of Saturn, which is at the bottom of the contempt chain for the church's combat strength, has no choice but to step forward and take charge of treatment.

If you are stumped, do you want anyone else to remind you?

How embarrassing.

"Kiel, don't be stunned. Take off the armor on his body and expose the wound. Why didn't you stop the bleeding first? Even if it was filled with grass blades that can be found everywhere, it would be enough?"

"Ah, oh, I, oh, I rushed here in one breath. I thought you were easy to find. I was in the militia and was responsible for treatment, so I didn't stop the bleeding first."

Kiel struggled to speak at first, but soon took the blame away.

"Didn't you hear the Baron calling us? A large number of monsters are coming again, and the church will also have to help in the upcoming battle."

The other party threw the blame again, and Keir twisted his body to avoid it.

Until then, he came back to his senses and suddenly realized something.

He can actually hear things again!

Um?

He no longer paid attention to what the Saturn priest in front of him was saying. He untied the wounded man's armor with a few strokes, and then used a dagger to cut open the injured area's clothing, exposing the wound so that the priest could treat it easily.

At the same time, he used a very fast speed to cut open the relatively clean clothes of the injured in unimportant places, and used temporary rags of clothes in front of him to block the bleeding wounds.

Seeing the priest nodding that it was okay, Kil breathed a sigh of relief and stopped.

He will not be needed for subsequent treatments.

It was only then that Kil used his blood-stained hands to unbuckle the buckle of his neck armor, and then took off his helmet.

He carefully dabbed at his ears with his clean gloved fingers.

After wiping it, there were indeed traces of bleeding on the finger.

"It's weird, it shouldn't be. I was deafened the first time during the battle?"

Although Keir was confused, he himself couldn't figure out what was going on.

It was difficult to explain these questions to the other people present. They could only wait until after the battle to discuss it with Knight Crow.

I just don’t know what the final outcome of today’s battle will be.

Kil followed the gazes of the baron and other priests and looked into the distance. There, more harpies flying in the sky and flapping their wings flew over from the sky.

As if reflecting something ominous, the surrounding wind became stronger as more monsters attacked.

"I'll leave it to you, I'll go fight."

After Kil said loudly, he put on the helmet, carefully fixed the buckle under the helmet's neck plate, and then prepared to turn around and leave.

But his shoulders were immediately pressed down by the Shepherd who was treating the injured.

"Huh? What's wrong?"

Kil turned to look at the other party. The young shepherd's hands were stained with a lot of blood because he was treating the wounds. The bright red color seemed to make the young shepherd uncomfortable.

At the same time, the opponent's palm resting on the shoulder of his armor emitted a glistening green light, penetrating harmlessly into Kil's body through the steel shoulder armor.

"What about you?"

When Kil was about to say something, the young shepherd opposite put his finger on his lips to tell him not to speak.

"I can't help you much here, and now is a time of crisis. Please, please use this power of the God of Agriculture! It just so happens that they are also the power you need at this time."

The young shepherd glanced at the injured who still needed treatment: "Don't worry, I will leave enough healing power. Go and fight, warriors of the God of Agriculture."

Kil's body quickly absorbed these harmless powers. His life energy was active at this time, but he was not hostile to the power of the god of agriculture coming in from outside the body. He even helped sort out these somewhat unfamiliar powers. Guide them into the seeds of the god of agriculture that have recently dried up in Kil's body.

This power is extremely abundant, not even something a young shepherd can possess.

Keir had no doubts, but several other church priests on the top of the same carriage not far away showed a hint of disdain under their serious expressions.

‘I’ve known for a long time that you, this guy, have a trump card prepared, but who here doesn’t? ’

‘I really know how to pick my timing, and I can’t help but accept it. I have to learn about this. ’

There were some dry divine seeds in Kil's body. Now, with the support of this abundant homologous power, the shell broke open and gradually turned into an embryo of a wheat seed. A little green sprout protruded from the top of the embryo. of buds put together. There is also a small root extending from the bottom of the embryo.

The roots have not yet spread out, and there is only one.

Kil's life energy curiously surrounded the seed of Saturn's divine power, but when the seed transformed the infused Saturn's divine power into the power to support the body, Kil's life energy was no longer hostile to this external power.

It sounds like a lot, but actually it only takes two sentences.

After speaking in his hand, the Goddess of Agriculture took away Kil's armor shoulder with his palm, nodded, and leaned down to continue treating the injured.

Kil felt something, but seemed not to feel anything. He nodded, turned around stiffly, and jumped onto the top of the carriage in front.

Then he jumped off the top of the carriage, and most of the baron's guards who had been defeated before had recovered.

Some of them looked at Kiel with hostility, while others covered the body parts that had been hit hard and looked at Kiel with helpless expressions.

But they didn't say anything else, and even took the initiative to make way for Keir.

Before, they had tried their best to block Keir, but within a moment, they gave way.

The complicated meaning here is partly because Kiel hit them and they are already strong. Is this a sign of respect for the strong? Or is it a little bit apologetic about the fact that Geir is trying so hard to cause trouble, but also to quickly treat their colleagues and comrades?

Or maybe the baron himself didn't scold and punish Kiel for breaking into the guard circle, and these loyal lackeys of the baron also lowered their bodies and stopped barking at the guests?

After taking a look at these people, Kil took a deep breath and put down his visor.

However, he did not go directly to the place where he dismounted before, but walked quickly towards his carriage.

Keir seemed to be talking to himself or to someone.

"I'm going to replace hunting with fighting now."

No one paid any attention to him.

It seems to be a matter of course.

"I'm going to fight with the hunt now."

Still no one paid attention to him.

The militiamen on the surrounding carriages all focused on the large number of monsters flying over, and few of them paid attention to Kiel who was walking around.

Seeing Kil talking to himself, the few people who noticed him didn't take it seriously. "

Kil spoke for the third time: "Well, if you think about it carefully, hunting is more reliable. Although it does not have much ability, the flickering blinding blessing of the Sun God Church is also added in addition. But it is more reliable, At least I won’t have it fail to do what I expect it to do when I really need it.”

Keir's voice became softer, but he still seemed to be talking to himself.

"You are also an old warrior. If you think about it carefully, you are probably older than me. Perhaps you have lost the bravery you had when you were first forged?"

"Still, are you afraid of flying harpies? Are their souls unpalatable? In this case, are they worse than the northern wolves that are still wild beasts? They are still flying monsters after all!"

The buckle of the two-handed ax hanging with Yueshui's head on his back made a clicking sound.

I don’t know which sentence really touched it.

Or they, at least this weapon finally responded to Kiel.

Stopping, Kil stopped walking towards his carriage.

In fact, walking to his carriage was just a pretense. How could a weapon like a hunting sword be placed in the carriage? There were only some common clothes and water there. The really important things were all placed in the dream that the lady gave him.

Place it in the open space beside the pond where the water of memories emerges.

He entered there in just a blink of an eye. Going back to the carriage is just a cover to possibly change equipment.

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He took the ax off his back and held it in his hand.

It's heavy, weighing more than ten kilograms.

In the hands of ordinary people, this weight is already considered a heavy equipment that can only be used by strong men, but it is just right for his daily use.

At this time, the life energy all over Kil's body became active, and this weapon felt a bit lighter.

The ax made of blue metal was emitting a blue light at this time, and the several monster heads on the surface of the ax looked even more lifelike.

I don’t know if it was Kiel’s imagination, but the simple eyes on these portraits seemed to be looking at him.

"What do you mean? Be direct."

Kil stopped and spoke to his axe.

A magical scene appeared. The monster heads on the side of the ax changed their expressions after Kil's words, and they all looked fierce and wanted to fight.

But these guys all glanced in one direction, which was the mark of a spider-shaped monster.

It seems like this guy is the leader of these monsters.

Kil turned his eyes to this powerful monster that he and Lanissa Knight had killed together, and let out a cold snort.

"Are there conditions?"

It was obviously the image of a Warcraft engraved on the metal axe. At this time, the metal that made up the image seemed to be alive, squirming slightly to allow the image of the Warcraft to move.

The demonic beast waved its many legs and feet, and tapped Kil's body.

"You want my body? Are you dreaming?"

He laughed disdainfully, too whimsically.

Not to mention whether the army would be defeated by the monster, even if it was defeated, he was confident that he could survive.

The monster image moved its limbs for a while, as if to say that it didn't mean that.

But with limited visual movements and not human arms, how can it be possible to accurately convey one's thoughts to humans?

The image of Warcraft gave up, realizing that the humans holding the axes could not understand the meaning of their souls trapped in the weapons. In a bad mood, it immediately transferred its anger to the other monsters locked together.

The water ghost's head was hit hard by it, and the image of the dark beast lost its agility and hid somewhere.

The tree-like wood spirits with bared teeth and claws were also chased by the image of Warcraft, which magically caused the monster head sculpture made of brass to move on the surface of the axe.

"What a ghost! It's like a zoo where animals are kept together!"

Kil complained speechlessly, why he hadn't noticed before that the souls of these monsters controlled by axes could be so noisy. In other words, they have always been so noisy, but their souls were weak before and they couldn't make a fuss even if they wanted to.

But this also has a disadvantage, that is, it seemed that the spirituality of the ax itself was controlling the souls of these monsters before, but now, the souls inside the ax can actually restrict the power of the ax.

At least, the powerful power that could be used before could no longer be used just now.

Kil thought that maybe the spirituality of this ax should be obeyed by him. After all, he is the actual owner and user of the ax now, but the souls of monsters and monsters in the ax that seem to be energetic after being fed are not very Listen to him.

Thinking of this, he tried to say to the axe: "If we cooperate, we will both benefit, if we divide, we will both lose. This is an old saying in my hometown. It means that if two people cooperate with each other, both people can get the benefits they want. But If the two of them do not cooperate but separate and confront each other, not only will they not get the benefits when facing difficulties, but they will also have to spit out the benefits they have taken before."

Kil stared closely at the monster head sculptures on the ax and the imprints of other monsters.

Sure enough, these guys are not stupid. Except for a limited few, they don't seem to have much intelligence. Others, especially the Warcraft and the three monster souls who originally lived in, no, were locked in the axe, they understood what Kil said. meaning of words.

"Killing enemies, no, killing monsters, will not only provide you with what you want, but it may also give you a new partner!"

But as soon as Kil's words came out, the head sculpture of the monster Warcraft on the surface of the ax looked at Kil in surprise.

‘No, no, you guys don’t know that we are locked up here, right? ’

That's probably what it means.

Keir realized that he might have said the wrong thing, but immediately continued: "Although it's not good inside, it seems more lively when there is one more, and there is one more target to be bullied? Right?"

It seemed that this sentence touched the image of Warcraft. It excitedly moved its image left and right, moving on the limited area of ​​​​the axe, squeezing other monster images and head sculptures into the corners.

Immediately, Kil saw the entire ax trembling and shaking, and a large amount of blue light radiated from the ax surface, even spreading to the wooden ax handle.

At the same time, Kil felt a lightness in his hand, but it was not that the ax had lost its mass. It was simply that the ax was floating in the air, taking the initiative to bear its own weight and no longer burdening Kil himself.

The smile spread, and Kil put away the ax, and then ran quickly towards his horse.

Turning on the horse, this coward who was unwilling to get close to the center of the carriage before was willing to run out and fight the monsters this time.

It's really strange. Isn't it surprising that it would rather fight the monsters than go to the center of the carriage?

What a reason!

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The two knights 'rode' their horses in an indecent manner through the rows of militiamen who looked at each other.

Regardless of what the surrounding militiamen thought of the two of them, Knight Crow came to the carriage and dumped everything on his horse directly here.

He loudly asked the logistics staff hiding under the carriage to load all these messy things into the carriage as quickly as possible.

"At least it can't be taken away by monsters. It can be temporarily stuffed under the carriage. Move quickly and pack up Rumi's things."

Knight Crow frequently urged these people, and then he looked at Knight Rumi and looked at more harpies flying over.

"What to do, Crow? This is going to be a tough battle."

Knight Rumi had been silent before, not because he was afraid of those monsters, but simply because the number of monsters had doubled compared with before. The two of them could not control it at all, which would inevitably lead to a large number of harpies attacking the entire army.

The casualties were incalculable, but based on the comparison of the combat power of the monsters and the militiamen, there were at least hundreds of casualties.

Thinking of this, he swallowed a mouthful of spit.

Knight Crow took a deep breath of the bloody breath and looked at the middle of the carriage team.

"Don't worry, Baron, he won't really let the soldiers lose too much. The palms and backs of his hands are all his own wealth. Losing one-fifth of the soldiers before reaching the southern province? He won't do that. I believe even if He has used up all the magic power of his magic items, and the soldiers will not be lost here."

He paused: "At least, we can't lose it outside the battlefield with neighboring countries."

Knight Rumi nodded: "I know that losses on the battlefield will be credited no matter what, and will be remembered by the noble council of the southern province. But if you die here, they will only look down on us Kendal people."

The words between the two were not heard by the surrounding logistics personnel and scattered militiamen.

After saying that, the two knights rushed out again.

Because the monsters have already arrived, they will follow their hunting methods. They will first use the screams that can deafen their prey to deafen and panic the humans who dare to attack and kill their companions. Then, they will use the screams that they have not used for a long time. The fighting method was to use continuous heavy objects to smash down, smashing the human army that had gathered into a group into a rout that scattered and fled for their lives.

Until then, it will be the time of real killing. All these humans will be killed!

All were sacrificed to their gods.