After hearing the words of the other party, Beta also laughed: "If you set a half year or a year later, it would be boring."

Everyone nearby was looking at Abraham with suspicion, even his subordinates' eyes were similar. After all, the glory duel was almost all thrown off gloves and immediately ready to start. It was the first time I saw such a designated time and place.

This is a cowardly meaning in itself.

"Okay, you can set a time." Beta smiled, didn't care, killing was only a means, and reducing the popularity of worship in the city was his ultimate purpose. It doesn't matter.

"I'll wait for you at the gate of the temple tomorrow afternoon." Abraham took a breath and said slowly.

Beta smiled slightly. "No problem."

Pete looked at all this from a distance, and then left with the Knights of Armor.

That night, the news that Beta and Abraham were dueling for glory quickly spread throughout the city. Most wealthy people know that it is not the Raptors but the river. The new "Fortune Gods" who do n’t know what it is, since they dare to provoke a duel of glory, it must be that the comer is not good, but this time they worshiped the God of Fire.

Time passed quickly. The next afternoon, Beta appeared on time at the gate of the Temple of Fire Worship.

The sky was cold and the wind was icy, and Beta stepped on the snow, immediately causing a noise.

It may be a really boring relationship. Many people who know this matter have gathered near the door of the temple. The carriages have stopped far away. Most of the male aristocrats choose to get out of the car and the female aristocrats. Then he sat in the car, shook his car curtain, pointed at Beta, and laughed. Some even joked with each other. He took a peek at Beta and took a flush.

There were several guards standing at the door of the temple, and Beta came here, and without any rush, stood straight.

If Abraham doesn't come out, the people around melon will definitely think he is timid, and the longer he delays, the more people will feel so.

It may be because of his reputation. It didn't take long for Abraham to come out, followed by him, and an old man with white beard.

Beta has investigated and already knows the identity of the man, who locally worships the Archbishop of the Temple of Fire, Megeve.

As soon as the two came out, they looked at Beta, especially Megeve, with bad eyes, and they were already hostile.

"Well, young people don't always want to make a big deal." Megeve took the lead in front of Beta, looked up and down the latter for a while, and said coldly, "You have no time to retreat from the glory duel, don't go bad wrong."

Beta chuckled and laughed, "It's just a glorious duel. What a big thing it can be, old people, you have to have a broader perspective. Don't be as narrow as ordinary people. You should be fussed when you are in trouble. You are a bishop, not a young man."

Relentlessly, Miffy's lips were shaking.

He snorted again before returning to the temple.

If Beta is playing a conspiracy, Megeve is not afraid, but such things as glory duel are justly bright. With this method, it can only be regarded as a conspiracy, but Megeve is not good at it. To cope with this kind of "愣头青" that directly pastes his face.

Seeing that the archbishop failed to retreat the young man in front of him, Abraham sighed and walked up.

He actually planned to leave the city with his wife last night, but Megeve sent someone to stare at him after hearing a glorious duel against Abraham, but he could n’t find him Chance of wife leaving.

Abraham also knew that his careful thinking might have been guessed by Megeve, and he had no choice but to seriously consider the matter of the glorious duel.

Pastors are generally divided into two types, combat priests and gospel priests.

Gospel ministers are good at understanding doctrine, and are more proficient in auxiliary and healing magic. The battle priest is very obvious. The priests who are good at combat magic can wear heavy armor, hold light shields and one-handed hammers, and rely on various auxiliary magics. They can be treated as half of the magical warriors. Look at it.

Combined, their combat effectiveness is not much worse than that of fighters of the same level, and because they understand the relationship between divine magic, on some occasions, they are even stronger than fighters.

Abraham, holding a one-handed hammer with a flame attached, wearing a half body armor and a horned iron helmet, walked in front of Beta, saying slowly, "In the name of Vulcan, Abraham should come in duel due to glory. The winner will have the loser's Everything, and the loser is dead. "

Beta smiled: "Yes, the loser is only dead. If you surrender, I can spare you and let you go."

Abraham's face moved intentionally. Now that he is close to Beta, he seems to have a vague sense of Beta's strength. He was already desperate, but when he heard Beta, he couldn't help but have some other thought .

After all ... often, the so-called glory ~ lightnovelpub.net ~ is not as important as life.

It was just Archbishop Megeve behind, who coughed slightly.

The sound was like a spike, which was inserted directly into Abraham's body, cooling him all over.

"I, Abraham, announced in the name of the contestant that the duel officially began ... Ah ..."

Abraham had just finished speaking, and was about to lift the one-handed hammer in his hand, but at this moment, his whole body was stiff, and the blood in his mouth was spitting out of his mouth.

At this point a long translucent gold sword stabbed him in the heart. Abraham's body stood for a few seconds, then fell back to the ground, splashing a circle of snow.

A few seconds later, a surprise noise came out.

It was too fast. In less than a second, the two sides were divided. The onlookers were stunned, with words in their mouths that were unclear to them, and they couldn't believe what they saw.

Megeve is even more complexion ... Abraham is the second master in the temple. Even if he wants to deal with Abraham, he can win, but it takes at least a few minutes to take him down, but the opponent is only a sword, so Abraham died, and no one even saw clearly how Beta came to Abraham from a few meters away.

"Collect him ... and count all the belongings of Abraham's house, as well as the deed, and send it to this ... the Lord of other gods."

Megeve gave orders with gritted teeth, and the aftermath of the duel of glory was all in charge of the local temple of worship.

"No need to bother, this ... Where is Abraham's home, I just live there." Betta squinted and smiled. "Maybe you are too old to fight a duel, or I will I also want to send you one time to send money to the house. The money you worship is really good. "