As well, the seventeen players who followed and protected the old John gradually became famous and became the name of the seventeen disciples of John, the God-loving disciple.

Old John's next goal was the eastern lord of the empire.

Recently, two lords there have been wars again, and the people are suffering and the power of the Eternal Church is relatively weak, just when the light of hope is needed.

He planned to go along the border to the Southern Territory first, meet with Frank, who had already taken root there, and then enter the Eastern Territory of the Empire from the east to promote the goddess's way.

After several months, it was early winter, but the Vimur River has always been famous for water heating, so you can still see some green along the coast.

That is the reeds growing by the river.

The reeds are very tall, two or three meters tall, forming a large lush meadow.

Just as the entire team was marching into a reed meadow and players were leisurely enjoying the scenery on both sides, suddenly, accompanied by a whistle, hundreds of arrows shot towards the team from all directions.

Looking at the arrows flashing with magical light and feeling the powerful power contained in them, the expressions of the players leading the team changed slightly:

"Not good! Hide!"

However, it's too late.

Caught off guard, four or five players who were already in the golden rank were shot into hedgehogs on the spot. Without even making a sound, they turned into pieces of dazzling light and slowly dissipated.

Although the remaining players have fought with their luck or strength, half of them have been seriously injured.

Only John, the God-loving man, is protected from difficulties due to the layers of protection of the players.

"Gold professions! They are all gold professions!"

Feeling the force that made the arm numb when the arrow was just blocking the arrow, the old John guarding specialist's expression trembled.

As soon as the words came, a clamor came from all around.

Reeds rippled, and one by one, wearing silver armor and white robes, fully armed judges appeared in the players' vision.

Their eyes were cold and powerful, with at least hundreds of people, and soon surrounded the scattered teams.

"The Knight of Judgment, the Eternal Church..."

The players' expressions became more and more serious.

Although their route is low-key, it is not completely confidential. For some people who are interested, they can still infer their plans.

It is obvious that this ambush came for the recent famous Old John.

"Mr. John, we protect you! You will dive and escape!"

The player in the lead turned to Old John and said.

However, the other party sighed softly:

"It's too late."

As soon as he finished speaking, the light golden light gathered in the sky and gradually turned into a translucent platinum cover, covering the entire team.

The Eternal Church’s Descendant Mantra—[Cage of Order]

That is the forbidden spell magic that only gods with legendary power above the Eternal Church can perform after a certain amount of time of preparation. It can completely block a region and even temporarily imprison the power of the superficial faith network.

In other words, even if Old John is the one who is God's favor, he cannot borrow the power of the gods from this moment.

"Catch John the evangelist of life, and the rest are executed!"

The head of the Judgment Knight ordered coldly.

As soon as the words were finished, the knights rushed up and fought with the players.

The weapons collided and roared everywhere.

The battle situation...no suspense.

The players who have been severely damaged in the rain of arrows are no match for the Trial Knights at all. They retreated step by step as soon as they fought and died in battle.

In less than five minutes, the last player also turned into nothingness in a ray of light, leaving only a sound of "Long Live the Goddess", echoing in the air...

Old John was also tied up by the rushing judges with chains of forbidden demons.

Although he is a divine follower, once he is isolated from the power of the faith network, he cannot borrow divine power.

The judges did not show any joy in the victory of the battle. From beginning to end, their eyes were cold and ruthless, like machines without emotions.

A pair of silver swords were placed in front of Old John's neck, and then the knights gave up a way, and a bishop in black robes walked out.

His eyes stopped at Old John, who looked calm, and smiled slightly:
Chapter completed!