Super God: Silver super template, the queen is numb

Li Ang touched his nose and said in confusion: "How can I suddenly become stronger?"

"Because your identity is special."

Isabella's voice sounded in his mind, "In your hometown, there was a saying.

There is a mysterious profession called 'God's Blessed' in China, which is a symbol of God's blessing. It has powerful magic, can communicate with gods, and even obtain artifacts bestowed by gods.

According to historical records, there are more than 3,000 God's Blessed in China. The magic of each God's Blessed is more or less related to gods and has similar miracles.

You are the descendant of the last Paladin in China. You have the talent of magic and the priesthood of 'God's Blessed'.

The magic you just used is the Holy Light Magic from your side."

Li Ang was stunned for a moment, "So that's it. I seem to have heard the teacher say25.

He had seen in some documents that in the history of China, there were gods. The followers brought down miracles in the settlements to help them resist evil. "

"Yes, this is true history, not fabricated." Isabella affirmed, "The clergy and faith are two completely independent forces. God is the creator of the world, and the clergy is the one who maintains the order of the world.

They will not directly interfere with the secular rules, but they have powerful power. "

"In this case, am I not equivalent to a paladin now?"

Leon said thoughtfully, "But I haven't learned any skills yet, and I haven't practiced the Holy Light series of exercises."

"This depends on your own efforts." Isabella said, "I don't know your situation, but you are an exception now.

You are filled with huge and powerful energy, enough to rival a paladin.

You need to master this energy as soon as possible and activate your potential.

Leon pondered for a moment, "Do you know how I should practice divine arts?

Follow the steps, slowly absorb the potion, materials and elemental crystals, and then accumulate enough experience points to upgrade to a paladin? "

"That's right." Isabella explained.

Leon frowned and said, "In this case, doesn't it mean that I want to move the Ark of the Covenant to this world?"

Isabella said, "In theory, it is.

But in fact, the Holy Light is a power that is difficult to control and harness. Your current strength is still too low. If you rashly use the skills of the Holy Light, I am afraid you will go crazy."

Leon thought about it and sighed, "Then I have to find someone to communicate with."

"Well, your Holy Light power comes from your bloodline genes, which is closely related to your spirit and body structure.

Your mind and spirit must be several times stronger than ordinary people to have the hope of harnessing the more violent and domineering Holy Light power.

Otherwise, no matter how strong your spirit is, you will not be able to withstand the impact of the Holy Light, and your head will explode and your heart will burst. "Isabella said in a serious tone.

Leon nodded,"Okay, I understand."

The two continued to talk for a few sentences, and Leon suddenly thought of something and asked hurriedly.

"Queen Isabella, what does it take to be a formal paladin?"

"You can ask Allen, or ask him for advice." Isabella replied.

"Oh, thank you."

Leon narrowed his eyes slightly, and now he had to deal with the trouble in front of him.

Bang bang bang bang.

The muffled sound of fists and feet intersecting exploded, sparks splashed, and smoke and dust were stirred up.

Leon's figure flexibly cruised in the air. Every time he crossed shoulders with Ophelia, the short blade in his hand could always accurately cut through her armor defense, leaving scars of varying depths on her body.

The blood was dripping, shocking.

Ophelia was suppressed to death, and could only try to parry, and could not fight back at all.

She was filled with shock and anger. Her fear and annoyance towards Leon turned into rage. She screamed hysterically, "Don't try to run away. I'm going to grind you to dust!"

Before she finished speaking, she kicked out with a whip kick, hitting Leon's chest with a whistling sound.

"Heh, idiot."

Leon said sarcastically, bending his right knee to block the strong leg that kicked over, and then he hit Ophelia's waist and abdomen with his left elbow.

Puff!

Ophelia spat out a large mouthful of blood. Her ribs seemed to be hit by an iron 377 hammer. She flew into the air and fell on the edge of a house in the distance.

"Ahem, you."

Ophelia struggled to get up, holding her stomach, her eyes full of disbelief.

This man's melee tactics were simple and rough, fully demonstrating his extraordinary strength. It was not some secret method, but a real melee.

But this was impossible.

Isn't this guy a magician?

Ophelia was in a state of confusion. She endured the pain and tried to attack again.

Unfortunately, her speed was far inferior to Leon's, and because of her injury, she was a few beats slower.

"Damn it."

Ophelia's stiff face showed an expression of painful struggle.

Crack.

Accompanied by the sound of some kind of bone twisting and folding, four dark wings stretched out from her back, four feet wide and thick, slowly flapping, covering the night, bringing infinite pressure.

Leon raised his eyebrows, his eyelids drooped slightly, and sighed in his heart.