Chapter 243 Broken Divine Grace Armor

The series of explosions behind the manor ended with an earth-shattering roar after being silent for a while.

In the stunned eyes of Sethman and others, a figure walked out from the ruins of the wall, with silver armor, a flame spear, and a black shadow hanging on the tip of the spear. It was vaguely a corpse... "Yes, it's Knight Xavian." long!"

After being recognized, the crowd cheered and rushed to greet him. To be honest, the movement just now was too great, no less powerful than the hammer fired by Thor. It’s horrifying to watch from a distance, let alone the people involved inside. Although everyone has great trust in Xia Wei'an's strength, they can't help but feel nervous.

Fortunately, Knight Commander Xavian was as domineering as ever and returned victoriously carrying the enemy's corpse.

Snap, after the crowd gathered around, the flame spear hung down, and the corpse on it fell to the ground with a soft sound. The nobles in the mainland really didn't see much of the wild cultists, so they all braved the courage to take a closer look, hiss... there was a sound of gasping in the field, and those who were closer looked pale and hurriedly Back away.

It wasn't so much a corpse as it was a layer of human skin. The flesh, flesh and bones inside seemed to have been swallowed up by something, and were almost missing. If it weren't for the messy hair, hanging eyeballs and other facial features, it would be difficult to tell that this was once an arrogant cult master.

At this moment, Xia Wei'an, who had a cold face, wiped the blood from his mouth, and his body shook, bang, bang, first the spear was stationed, and then he knelt down on one knee.

Snap, snap, snap...crash...hoo...Amidst the exclamations of everyone, Xia Wei'an's silver divine grace armor, from the shoulder armor to the breastplate, to the belt, to the knee armor... burst one by one, countless The silver-white armor fragments fell one after another, surrounding the body and paralyzing it on the ground.

The onlookers opened their mouths but could not say a word. That is the Divine Grace Armor, which belongs exclusively to the Holy Knight Commander.

As the top external force of the Temple of Light, the Holy Knight Captains often face evil and powerful enemies. It is common for them to be trapped in difficult situations and fight hard. Therefore, the Temple of Light will definitely not neglect their protective armor. Needless to say, the hardest metal, the most skilled craftsmen, etc. will be used. Even after completion, there will be a special big shot to bless the Holy Light. But now, it's just broken, and it's so completely broken that even repairing it is a luxury.

This scene deeply shocked everyone present. So much so that they didn't notice that Xia Wei'an was partially exposed after the armor shattered.

Wow, the red robe swung up and draped over Xia Wei'an's body. Sethman helped Xia Wei'an up and looked around: "I'll leave it to you all here. Please also prepare the carriage. I want to take the Lord Knight back to the church to heal."

"Yes, yes..." The city lord who had escaped the disaster earlier responded hurriedly.

So many people died at the banquet, and Shuiyue Manor was destroyed in such a state. How to deal with the aftermath is undoubtedly a problem. However, these were headaches for the nobles of the organization and had nothing to do with Sesman and the others. Soon, the city lord's luxury carriage was vacated, accompanied by large groups of guard cavalry, escorting them all the way to the church. Of course, the bodies of the Holy City Messenger and Dawu were also transported.

Some families were happy and some were sad. After Seisman and others left, the nobles and wealthy businessmen who had survived the disaster also bowed and said goodbye. They didn't want to stay in this kind of place for a moment longer.

In the square at the entrance of the manor, luxury carriages sped away.

"Lord Huais, you finally came out...are you not injured?" A middle-aged man walked back and forth anxiously at the entrance of the manor. When he saw the familiar silver-haired old man, he breathed a sigh of relief and hurriedly greeted him.

"Don't talk about this, let's go first." Huais looked around, patted the middle-aged man on the shoulder, and got into the carriage with a complicated expression.

After the middle-aged man followed, the coachman closed the door, whipped his whip and drove the horses away.

In the warm carriage, Huais seemed to be thinking about something, with a dazed look on his face. He held the tea cup in his hand, but did not take a sip.

The middle-aged man on the side glanced up and down Huais' body and asked carefully: "Sir, you..."

Waving his hand, Huais said: "I'm fine. I had already left the hall when the chaos happened."

"Huh... not bad, not bad, fortunately blessed by the God of Light." The middle-aged man patted his heart, and then made a gesture on his chest, feeling very happy.

God of Light bless... Huais smiled bitterly, shook his head slightly, released his palm, and a crumpled piece of paper appeared in his sight. He received this in the hands of a waiter during the banquet. Because the palms were wet, the ink characters on the paper had melted together and were unrecognizable. But of course Huais knew what it said, "If there is chaos, leave the hall quickly!"

Not to mention the shock at the time and the joy now. After that period of chaos, Huais had roughly determined the owner of the note. Sighing secretly, he opened the crack of the car window and threw the paper ball out. President, I just hope you are safe now... At this time, there was a carriage leading to the church on the other side.

Sethman kept chanting, and the milky white light in his waving staff shone towards Xia Wei'an.

After all, he is also the great magician of the Temple of Light, and coupled with his always-fearful personality, Sethman is quite experienced in healing spells. Although Xia Wei'an is good at it, she mainly specializes in offensive martial arts, so the effect is naturally much worse than Sethman's.

Of course, saying this does not mean that Theisman can cure Xia Wei'an's injury. He can only heal the trauma and prevent the injury from getting worse. Real recovery can only rely on time and professional priests.

"Huh..." After a while, Xia Wei'an seemed to have recovered, she breathed a long sigh of relief, her face looked a little better, and she waved her hand, "Okay, thank you, sir."

This was all Sethman could do. After hearing this, he waved his staff, withdrew the healing white light, and asked with concern: "How is it? How do you feel now?"

"It's okay, it will take about ten days to rest." With the treatment methods of the Temple of Light and Xia Wei'an's strength, it will take more than ten days to recover, so the injury is naturally not serious. But she didn't take it to heart and shook her head, looking unconcerned.

"Oh, I didn't expect these cultists to be so cruel and ruthless that they would follow us so far." Sighing, Sethman thought of the previous situation and couldn't help but feel scared.

Xia Wei'an pursed her lips and said, "It's better to come here and save yourself from having to look for opportunities to purify them later."

"Uh...ahem, yes, that makes sense." The corner of Sethman's mouth twitched when he heard this, and he responded dryly. Although killing the wild cultists would increase his achievements, relatively speaking, he still felt that his life was more important.

"Sir." Xia Wei'an frowned, thought for a while, raised his head and asked, "Do you have any impression of the waiter who attacked before? Have you seen him somewhere before?"

"Waiter? Oh." Sethman was stunned for a moment, and then he thought of the man who almost killed him just now. He recalled his face, shook his head and said firmly, "I have never seen him."

"Well, there may be a disguise." Xia Wei'an raised her forehead and said doubtfully, "When he first arrived in the north, he counterattacked us twice on the mountain road and on the top of the mountain, and now he assassinated us once... Although there were cultists every time. Participate, but his target seems to be just you, sir?"

"Uh, is it him?" Sethman obviously didn't connect the two. Now that he was reminded, he remembered the previous encounter and couldn't help but feel frightened. It can be said that he has tasted the feeling of death coming in the hands of that person many times.

After coming back to his senses for a moment, Sethman fell into deep thought, when had I ever offended such a terrifying person... But no matter how much he thought about it, he would never have thought that the source was an inconspicuous village that was casually wiped out before.

There was silence in the car for a while, and Theisman finally shook his head and gave up: "I really can't think of such a person." Then he seemed to have thought of something, and his expression instantly relaxed, "No matter who it is, they were all killed anyway."

"No." Xia Wei'an pursed her lips, vaguely like she gritted her teeth, "He ran away and is not dead."

"Ah?" Sethman suddenly stood up, shocked. Of course there is the fear and worry in his heart knowing that the other party is not dead. But most of them were shocked that Xia Wei'an's attack failed to kill him.

What Sethman said to the nobles before was not false. He really had full confidence in Xia Wei'an. For so long on the front line, he had never seen Xia Wei'an's attempts fail. But now after paying such a heavy price, he actually let the other party run away... When this topic was mentioned, Xia Wei'an's cold expression could not help but show a hint of shame and resentment. However, with her character, if she said something, she would not do it for any reason. Concealing the situation with face: "A moment of carelessness caused the irrational Dawu to use his ultimate move. As a last resort, I joined forces with him... Huh, during the decisive battle, that guy tricked me and was half a moment too slow in his move. Finally, after suppressing Dawu, he turned around and hit me with all the remaining damage!"

At this point, a sharp look flashed in Xia Wei'an's eyes, and she bit her lip, "The reason why the Divine Grace Armor was broken is because of him!"

Are you kidding me? You will suffer losses in battle... Sethman opened his mouth and couldn't believe his ears when he heard the words. Then he patted his head and said anxiously, "So, he should still be in the manor? Then we need to go and suppress him as soon as possible..."

"It's useless!" Xia Wei'an shook his head and sighed, "Although he was seriously injured in the duel, there is absolutely no problem in escaping. With his strength, it's okay if the guard cavalry doesn't touch him. Once he does, If it doesn’t happen, there will be unnecessary casualties again.”

"Alas..." Although I am still a little unwilling, but after such a long time, it is time to run early. Sethman could only sigh and sit back in his seat, thinking sadly about what to do next. With such a terrifying assassin secretly peeping around, he would not be at ease no matter what he did... Both of them in the carriage were Losing interest in the conversation, Xia Wei'an replayed the fight in his mind, secretly clenched his fists, and then exhaled slowly, closed his eyes and began to regulate his breathing...