The wizard era begins with the alchemist wizard

Chapter 544 Nobles
Listening to Tyr's roar, a cold and arrogant voice came from the crystal communicator.

"You stubborn bastard, since you insist on dying, then go ahead and die."

After that, there was a loud rumbling sound, and the train that Tyer was on suddenly shook.

Tyr's heart sank. As a cardinal, he knew what the sound meant.

"You even brought the Gustav steam cannon?"

The Gustav Steam Cannon was the last work of the former Pope of the Church of All Machines. It was a war weapon made using crystal technology and steam super-compression technology. It was powerful enough to beat the Patriarch of the Church of Flesh and Blood into a pulp.

On the battlefield, this weapon is often used as a strategic weapon. Its only purpose in the battlefield is to eliminate the war beasts cultivated by the Church of the Lord of Flesh and Blood.

But he didn't expect that the Wang Ting faction would even use this kind of weapon to deal with him.

"You think highly of me." A hint of a sneer flashed across Taier's face. "But unfortunately, you used it in the wrong place."

Taking out a scroll from his waist pocket, Tyr decided to use his last trump card - shaking people.

The scroll was torn open, and a space rift appeared in the carriage.

The Wangting faction came with great force this time, and it was obvious that they were fully prepared. But no matter how much they planned, even if they stripped Tyer's underwear clean, they would never have thought that Tyer could still shake off a pseudo-world master.

But just as the rift in Tyr opened, a voice in a black robe crossed over to the carriage.

"Tyr, there is a problem within your organization..."

Boom!

A loud bang was heard from outside the wall of the carriage, and then the thickened special armor plate inside the carriage was torn apart in an instant. A solid special metal bullet that had been burning red flew from outside the train and accurately hit Richard, who had just come out of the secret realm.

"What the hell?"

Richard frowned slightly, holding the magic book in one hand and hovering over the magic barrier with the other hand.

Above his head, a huge metal sphere was wrapped in magic power, hovering above the magic barrier.

He looked at Tyr beside him, "What is this? Did I break into your weapons testing site?"

The dazed Tail shook his head repeatedly.

"No, no, no, my lord. The royal court sent someone to assassinate me. You were blocking the shells from Gustav's steam cannon."

"Cannonball?"

Richard turned his head and looked at the cannonball in his hand above his head.

"Solid shells? Are you still using mortars?"

Taier shrank his head and said carefully, "My lord, this thing will explode. This one might be a dud."

Richard's mental power probed out, and inside the shell, the concentrated high-pressure steam was madly pressing the surrounding metal walls. It didn't explode now, purely because Richard used magic to limit it.

"You guys are really good at playing with steam," Richard joked.

Richard casually sent the shells back the way they came, and said to Tyr, "You have internal problems. Many of the mobilized cybernetic knights have gone to siege the church."

Taier was stunned, and then a chill rose in his heart.

If he had agreed to surrender just now, he would probably have faced the same fate as Belt.

"My lord, the nobles of the royal court have taken action."

Tyr told Richard what he knew as briefly as possible, but before he could say a second word, Richard frowned and stretched out his hand to grab at the air.

hum!
A tall figure wearing crystal power armor emerged from the void and suddenly retreated.

Richard didn't react to this, but a soft holy light emerged from his body.

"I said, kneel down!"

The next moment, the escaping tall figure suddenly paused, as if a heavy weight was pressing on his body, and began to stagger. After swaying for less than a second, the figure could no longer hold on and suddenly knelt on the ground.

Rune chains flew out from Richard's body, turning the tall figure in crystal power armor into a green ice sculpture.

The two men came to the ice, and Richard saw the attacker's face clearly through the blue frost.

"...No wonder you call me a noble." Richard said faintly.

Inside the ice, a humanoid creature that looked nothing like a human except for its green skin and slightly long ears lay motionless under the seal.

Tyr looked at the sealed noble and couldn't help but shudder.

He knew that the ancient relics in the hands of the nobles were powerful, but he had never imagined that these relics could have such powerful abilities. If Richard had not been by his side, he would have been killed without even seeing the attacker.

After throwing the sealed noble into the secret realm, Richard waved his hand and the armored wall of the carriage was completely torn open.

Outside the carriage, a train decorated with gold and gems was quietly parked on the track only five meters away from the Tyre train.

clack clack...

As Richard appeared, the sound of mechanical movement suddenly came from the train.

Soon, the wall of the train was opened, and a tall nobleman, who was as tall as Richard, looked at Richard with a puzzled look.

"I remember all the brothers of the family, but I have never seen you. But I can be sure that you are not one of those corrupt guys in the Flesh and Blood Court.

Who are you? Where are you from? Why are you interfering in this matter? "

Richard looked at the noble in front of him. At the first sight of this race, he could conclude that this race was definitely the work of the Forerunners. The handsome face, golden proportions, and almost absolute symmetry were all characteristics of the Forerunners' creations.

"Who am I? That's a good question," Richard said calmly. "I am a sage and prophet of the Order of Miracles. I am God walking in this world."

"prophet?"

When the nobles heard this title, their doubts became even stronger.

He did not sense the "commoner stench" from Richard. On the contrary, Richard carried an aura of pressure that made him kneel down.

If the pressure had not been too weak, he would have even thought that the God-King had left his throne.

"Could you please explain it more clearly, Your Excellency?" the noble asked. "Which family are you from? Which sage's bloodline does you have?"

"I've already answered a question." Richard's tone was full of authority.

"Now it's my turn to ask."

The noble was stunned for a moment under this majesty, and then he nodded meekly.

"What do you want to ask?"

“Why did you attack my church?”

"Your church?" The noble was stunned again, but soon he realized what church Richard was talking about.

"Are you talking about that bastard cult? That was not my decision, it was made by these bastards themselves. They said it was a force of hateful bastards who did not obey the king and needed to be eradicated.

I will give them the power to mobilize the legions."

Listening to the noble's explanation, Tyer's heart trembled.

If this was not done by the nobles, then there must be an unknown traitor within the church.

Richard nodded slightly, "Very good, then I won't kill you."

After saying that, Richard appeared behind the noble in a flash. Before the noble could react, a strong feeling of drowsiness surged into his brain.

Before falling asleep, he faintly heard a sentence.

"Compared to the final product, the Wild Orcs, this race's drug resistance is still a little lacking."

After throwing the noble into the secret realm, Richard grabbed a mechanical figure from the void with his hand. As the alchemy array emerged in his palm, the joints of the cybernetic knight who was preparing to launch a sneak attack were instantly locked.

Richard looked at the knight's prosthetic limb and said with some regret: "Such good materials are used to make such rubbish. What a waste."

There were not many cybernetic knights on the train, but each of them had reached the cardinal level. This level of cybernetic knights was comparable to a level three Salamander.

But alas, to Richard, they were no different from chickens.

After freezing the last cyborg knight, Richard took out a pendant statue from his pocket and handed it to Tyr.

"With this thing, I can save you when necessary."

Tyr excitedly accepted the pendant and immediately hung it around his neck. But when Richard was about to enter the secret realm to study this noble race, Tyr suddenly said:

"Oh, sir, I didn't have time to tell you just now. When the royal court sent someone to persuade me to surrender, they mentioned a great war. They said that the gods had sent an oracle asking us to unite as one. Only in this way can we fight against our own people who have been corrupted by the evil spirits..."

Before Tyr could finish his words, he sensed a powerful pressure emanating from Richard.

"Already know?" Richard looked towards the direction of the royal court, frowning slightly.

"But if you know, why haven't you done anything?"

Tyr noticed Richard's strangeness and said carefully, "Sir, I personally think that this is about the Abyss Cult. It has nothing to do with you."

Richard glanced at him and asked with a half-smile, "Is the Abyss Cult common in your area?"

"Uh... not really. We were quite efficient in cleaning up the Abyss Cult. But I don't know about the Flesh and Blood Court next door."

"Oh?" Richard raised his eyebrows. "Could it be that the people next door are more tolerant of the Abyss Cult?"

"That's not the case." Tyr explained, "It's just that the things being researched next door are easily tempted by the Abyss Church. The Abyss Demons' attainments in flesh and blood often lead to the self-degradation of the flesh and blood priests.

I don't know how much effort the neighbors put into clearing out these corrupt priests. Sometimes, we even have to send people to deal with them."

"Is there still this?"

Richard looked a little surprised, then he looked thoughtful and said to himself, "Looks like I have to go to the next door."

Fighting against the Lord of the World is troublesome, but it is still a battle against the natives. But if the Abyss is allowed to grow, then he will be fighting against civilization.

Richard was not yet confident enough to lead the natives to victory over a civilized army.

……

In the early morning, after a night of heavy rain, Dunling City welcomed a rare sunny day.

The bodies of the cyborg monks were carried out of the church of the Order of Miracles and then thrown onto trucks. Most of these bodies were incomplete because the more valuable things in them had been removed by the mechanics of the Church of Miracles.

The losses of the Miracle Order in Dunling City were not great last night. According to statistics, a total of twelve transformed Miracle Monks were killed in the battle.

The bodies of these monks were properly buried and their names were recorded in church scriptures.

The surviving priests began to repair the church, but unlike before, this time the church of the Order of Miracles was not covered, and the symbol of the Order of Miracles was unconcealedly inserted on the spire of the church.

(End of this chapter)