The reason is very simple. Although there are many churches in this world, there is only one church that occupies absolute faith, called the Holy Church. The others are small churches, with only a small number of believers in some remote places.
Because it has occupied the faith for many years, the Holy Church is now a bloated behemoth. It is no longer an ordinary church. The clergy in it no longer need to preach. The current clergy have already been a position with extremely high social status.
Now the lowest level church of the Holy Church is the town level. There are no clergy at the village level. Just like the village of Forer where Lin Xiao is now, many middle-aged villagers have never seen a priest of the Holy Church in their lives.
At least Lin Xiao has never seen a priest of the Holy Church in the past one and a half months since he came. Even the Lord's Mansion only saw the tax officer coming to collect taxes, and no other outsiders.
The outline of the mountain he was going to could be seen from afar. At first, he walked along the path for a distance and turned a corner at an intersection to enter the wilderness.
But after passing through this wilderness that was more than ten kilometers wide, they found another road. This was the road from Gibson Castle to the Baron's mine. Because there were often cars and patrols passing by, especially the heavy mine cars, the road was full of potholes.
This road was rarely used by outsiders except the Baron's convoy and patrols. However, the Baron's convoy usually only went once every few days, and no one was seen along the way.
He walked slowly with the scepter in his hand. The four men were sweating a little at this time, but none of them said they wanted to rest. Their
strong physique gave them endurance far beyond that of ordinary people. In addition, they were excited to see the young men's expectant eyes. They probably wanted to meet a few robbers to test their strength.
On the road one kilometer away from them, a convoy consisting of five carriages full of ore was walking slowly on the bumpy road.
There were two knights on horseback in front of the convoy, a middle-aged man and a young man. Behind them were ten armored warriors and more than thirty militiamen wearing only linen clothes and holding a wooden short spear to escort the convoy.
There was a conspicuous emblem on the carriage. If Lin Xiao could recognize it, it was the emblem of Baron Gibson's family.
The team slowly moved forward. When passing through a patch of grass that was taller than a person, the middle-aged man in the lead suddenly stretched out his hand and shouted:
"Stop!"
He kept stretching his hand and squinted his eyes to scan the surroundings. Suddenly, he stretched out his hand and pulled out the knight's sword at his waist and shouted:
"There is an ambush, prepare for battle!"
The team responded immediately. Ten armored soldiers quickly drew their weapons and approached the two knights. More than 30 militiamen were a little confused, but habitually approached them quickly with the grooms around the carriage.
Everyone was ready, but there was no movement around, as if there was no ambush.
The leading middle-aged knight snorted coldly, took out the longbow hanging on the horse, drew the bow and arrow, and shot an arrow into the dense grass behind him.
There was no sound, and nothing was shot, but the people hiding behind the bushes could no longer hide. There was only a shout, and more than 20 fully armed soldiers and more than 30 militiamen emerged from the bushes. The leader was a strong man with a full beard, who raised his sword and shouted:
"Kill them!"
The soldiers and militiamen raised their weapons and rushed over in a disorderly manner.
The two knights also raised their weapons fearlessly and shouted:
"For the honor of the Gibson family, kill these robbers!"
Ten armored warriors responded by hitting their shields with their swords, and rushed up with the shouting militia in a messy formation. The two sides instantly became a melee.
In this battle at the bottom of the plane similar to the Middle Ages, there is no such thing as exquisite command and tactics. After all, there are so few soldiers, most of them are militiamen and illiterate. The real elite are the two knights and ten armored warriors, and exquisite tactics also need people to execute.
The two knights were well-equipped and skilled in fighting. They used their horses to charge and directly penetrated the army formation, but the unemployed soldiers and militiamen behind them were blocked.
Although the two knights easily penetrated the army formation, they were not happy at all, because this round of attack had no results. The knights' swords each hit a target, but were completely blocked by the other party's armor. Except for the warhorse's charge that knocked the other party down, there was no damage, which was beyond their expectations.
In terms of individual physical fitness, these two knights were much stronger than these ambushers. These ambushers were only slightly stronger than ordinary people, but their armor defense was too strong.
When they pulled the warhorse's momentum and turned their horses' heads, they saw a scene that shocked them. In just a short while, the battle behind them had already been one-sided.
This group of soldiers who did not look like bandits not only had super high armor defense, but also had very sharp weapons in their hands. A random sword could cut through the mail of the armored warriors, and the mail rings fell one after another, and the weapons were cut off. In just a short while, one third of their men had fallen.
The young knight was shocked and shouted:
"You are not wanderers, who are you?"
He was answered by a sharp spear and the silent sound of killing.
When Lin Xiao heard the shouts and screams from afar, he saw a dozen bloody remnants being chased.
The younger of the two leading knights saw him and shouted:
"I am Alfonso Gibson, the first heir of the Gibson family. Save me, you will gain the friendship of the Gibson family and 100 gold coins."
But Lin Xiao didn't even look at him, his eyes were fixed on the soldiers chasing behind him, to be precise, on the twenty or so fully armed soldiers, with a strange expression on his face:
"It can't be such a coincidence?"
He shouted to the pursuers behind him:
"Who is your leader?"
He recognized at a glance that the weapons and armors on these pursuers were not forged in this world. If nothing unexpected happened, they should be the subordinates of a descender.
He didn't know who it was, but since they had been away from him for so long, he had to ask first. If they were all human descenders, he would turn around and leave.
If they were not human descenders, then I'm sorry.
The leader of the pursuers stared at him with bloodshot eyes and said loudly:
"We are Gulda's subordinates. If you are not from the Gibson family, then you can leave."
"Gulda?"
Lin Xiao compared this name with the thirty-three human descenders who descended together, and found that there was no one with the same name.
Since they were not the same name, they must be enemies.
He slammed the scepter in his hand to the ground and shouted in a deep voice:
"The killer will be punished!"
As soon as the voice fell, the big man opposite him sank and snorted:
"I hate the Holy Church the most, brothers, kill them."
Lin Xiao did not explain that he was not the Holy Church's intention, but just raised the seemingly ordinary wood carved into a scepter covered with mysterious patterns in his hand and shouted:
"My Lord said that life lies in mercy, group healing!"
As soon as the voice fell, the pattern of the scepter in his hand lit up and quickly spread to the top, turning into a ball of light full of life, rising, exploding, and turning into streams of life light falling on more than a dozen injured deserters.
The life force was immersed, and the wounds on their bodies healed at a speed visible to the naked eye.
All the deserters were stunned, looking at their wounds with their mouths wide open, with shock on their faces.
Not only them, but even the pursuers behind were stunned, and several of them subconsciously wiped their eyes with their hands, thinking they had seen it wrong.
"Oh my god, this is a miracle!"
Lin Xiao ignored them and continued:
"My Lord said that life lies in tenacity, the group's bull strength!"
"My Lord said that life lies in tenacity, the group's bear tenacity!"
"My Lord said that life lies in agility, the group's cat elegance!" He
said three commandments in one breath, and the scepter in his hand flashed three times in a row, casting three group magic spells.
Bull strength increases strength. Bear
tenacity increases physique.
Cat elegance increases agility.
What is it like to cast magic in a world without magic where only ordinary people exist?
Crush?
Or kill indiscriminately?
After blessing three kinds of magic spells in one breath, everyone's physique, strength and agility all increased by four points, which is equivalent to any one of them reaching the knight rank in this world.
And this is just the beginning. Next, Lin Xiao blessed them with the sharp blade spell and blessing spell one after another.
After a set, all the warriors felt the terrible power in their bodies like a miracle, and the look in their eyes when they looked at Lin Xiao was indescribable.
At this time, he coughed lightly and said:
"God of Life and Wisdom, brave warriors, kill these robbers who trampled on life."
The morale of the crowd burst, raised their weapons and charged the previous pursuers.
After a round of charge, more than a dozen pursuers fell directly. The armor they were proud of could no longer protect them under the swords with the sharp blade technique. Without this defensive advantage, how could they beat a group of knights with their crushed physical fitness. The battle
was over in less than five minutes, and none of the dozens of robbers escaped and were all killed.
And to achieve this brilliant victory, only six magic arts were consumed, and his life scepter had a total of fifteen auxiliary magic arts. Each magic art can be used dozens of times, and as few as three or five times, and can be used in many battles in a row.
And this is only the auxiliary magic art. In the book of wisdom in his right hand, there are also more than a dozen combat magic arts and several super comprehensive magic arts stored, which can also be used dozens of times, and as few as three or five times.
The Scepter of Life in the left and right, the Book of Wisdom in the right, this is the missionary trump card that Lin Xiao's true body prepared for his incarnation.
In this world, it is impossible to use extraordinary powers, let alone divine arts, so everyone is miserable in spreading faith.
But if he can equip his pastor with this set of equipment, with the left hand assisting the right hand in fighting, just think about how much advantage this will have in the competition.
This has been reflected at the moment. After the battle, four men came to Lin Xiao with bloody swords and knelt on one knee to offer the enemy's head. He smiled slightly, held up the Book of Wisdom with his right hand and opened it. The pages of the book automatically turned to a certain page without wind, and there was a painting on it...
PS
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Overslept.
(End of this chapter)