Chapter 1683 Changed Fate

Protected by the pure white barrier, the flustered bishop finally calmed down a little.

Inside the barrier, he opened his hands, as if he was fearless, stood in front of Samson through the barrier, and said loudly, "God will protect me."

"I'm ashamed of you!" Samson snapped.

This move by Samson undoubtedly confirmed the speculation of those crusaders. Now, no matter how he explained, those crusaders would not believe what he said. Even those crusaders who were still hesitating raised their hands the weapon in hand.

"Adjust the formation and let the pikemen deal with him!" Soon, after realizing Samson's goal, the general of the team immediately gave instructions and mobilized the personnel in the team.

Taking advantage of Samson's attention, they were all attracted by the bishop in the barrier. In the gap between the crusaders, a sharp spear pierced his waist from a distance.

Samson swung the blade, and with a flash of silver light, the tip of the nearby spear fell to the ground, and there were large and small gaps on the blade he was holding.

Compared with his sword skills, the quality of the blade he holds is far inferior to some treasures, and in the battle, it is the one that is damaged first.

Samson couldn't see the fallen sword blades on the battlefield. His perception of the outside world was limited to things in motion. The movements made by those crusaders far exceeded the sound of weapons falling to the ground.

Compared with those spiders, Samson with a higher rank was easier to deal with. Surrounded by many crusaders and pikemen, there were large and small blood on his body. Even so, Samson never gave up. , he slapped the barrier again and again, but he couldn't do anything to the bishop in it.

Soon, Samson's movements slowed down, pain took over all his consciousness, and his slapping on the barrier eventually became no longer powerful. Finally, he fell to the ground, and his body was immediately covered with spears.

With his death, the nearby spiders were also in a mess, ignoring the nearby crusaders, but receding like a tide.

In the sky, a deep female voice came, and it seemed a little unwilling: "You are lucky, but next time, you will not be so lucky."

The darkness dissipated, and the remaining crusaders felt a sigh of relief, but also heartfelt joy. They not only resisted a powerful enemy, but more importantly, they witnessed the miracle with their own eyes.

At this moment, all the crusaders looked at the bishop with eager eyes. They believed that when the news of this victory spread, other people would cast envious eyes.

Being able to witness the miracle with their own eyes is already enough for them to brag about for a lifetime.

Surrounded by the crusaders, the bishop came to the general, and just about to say something, a golden figure slowly fell from the sky.

"Master High Priest." The bishop greeted respectfully.

"Bishop Will, your piety has been seen by God, and you will be rewarded by the Holy See." The high priest nodded to him and said.

Will was overjoyed, but he heard the high priest continue to say: "I know this pagan. Not long ago, he killed Alan, the lord of Moth City, in front of me, and left with the pagan. Not long ago, he appeared near Mo City again. I have been looking for his whereabouts, but I never thought he would dare to show up on his own initiative."

Hearing what the high priest said, Will nodded, looked at the dead Samson with some pity, and said, "May God take away his pain."

At the edge of the battlefield, a man with the appearance of a crusader took a deep look at the people in the field, and then disappeared on the battlefield along the tunnel left by the spider.

After arriving at the underground passage, he lifted the camouflage magic on his body, his body was a bit bulky, and his skin turned dark yellow. He was not a crusader, he was Rhodes who sneaked into it while taking advantage of the chaos.

The disappearing crusader did not attract anyone's attention, whether it was the high priest or others, their attention was deeply attracted by the dead Samson.

"I found a strange thing." The high priest said slowly while inspecting the wound on Samson's body.

"What?" Will asked.

"His fate was changed by some kind of force. He shouldn't have died here...but his life passed away quickly, and finally became what you saw." As he said, the high-ranking priest showed a puzzled look .

Will's expression changed slightly, and he said, "I remember that there is only one power that can change the fate of others, and that is the 'power of awakening'..."

"Yeah, but that's what makes me wonder."

As he said that, the high-ranking priest raised his head, looked around, and finally landed on Bishop Will: "Generally speaking, for those heroes who are successfully awakened, their fate will change for the better, and accordingly they will be able to live a better life." longer, but he wasn't like that."

Speaking of this, the high priest's expression became completely serious: "I can still see his fate. He hasn't fully become a hero yet. On the battlefield, there is another hero, or an awakened one."

Even Bishop Will also realized that something was wrong. In his agreement with those heretics, there was no part involving heroes.

"My lord priest, can you see that anyone else's fate has changed?" Will seemed to have thought of something, and asked respectfully to the high-ranking priest beside him.

"Yes." The high priest said after taking a deep look at Will, "Your fate has changed, and it's heading in a direction we don't want to see. I think this must be the price of showing miracles."

Will's face turned pale, he naturally understood the meaning of the high priest's words. Those powerful priests, as well as senior bishops, are granted a unique power to see the fate, or death, of others.

Only heroes who have awakened their will, their fate is invisible to this power, and the actions of those heroes can completely change the fate of others. Will's fate has changed in a bad direction.

After learning about his situation from the high-ranking priest, Will had no interest in talking to other crusaders at all. With a dark face, he said that the display of miracles made him mentally exhausted and he needed to rest for a while, and then returned to his own In the tent.

From the small box wrapped in layers, he took out a strange looking eye, completely similar to the one that appeared on the swordsman before.

"Elot." Bishop Will held the magic eye and whispered, "You are responsible for all this. Are you an awakened hero? My destiny is in your own hands, and you cannot change it..."

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