Chapter 1141 The 7th Corps

In the large floating city in the north of Asong City in Asong Province, Archbishop Gerard looked at the middle-aged man standing in front of him and slowly said, "Kwat Silver Wing."

Kwart bowed his head and said, "Archbishop."

"With the Pope's pardon, from now on, you will be assigned to the Ninth Legion as the adjutant of the Legion Marshal Verin Axe, assisting him in commanding the air force."

"Yes."

Kwat did not ask why, his expression remained calm as always, and he just obeyed the order respectfully.

Gerard took out the mask given by the saint, handed it to the other party, and said in a deep voice: "The moment you put on the mask, you have no connection with the Dawn Church anymore."

Looking at the silver mask in his hand, all kinds of past events emerged in Kwat's eyes.

Wearing this mask, he will no longer be Kwart Silverwing. The former sinner will die completely and be reborn, but this means that he will completely break away from the past.

Seeing that Kwat's hands were trembling slightly, Archbishop Gerard did not urge him, but just looked at him quietly.

On the left side of the hall, Moon watched the scene quietly, with a complicated look in his eyes.

Witnessing the passing of a former genius, I couldn’t help but feel sad.

Stopping his trembling hands, Kwat calmed himself down, slowly raised his hands, and put the mask on his face.

As Kwat's face fitted the mask, dozens of chains extended from the mask, locking up the opponent's body, soul, and consciousness.

As the chains tightened, Kwat's body began to tremble uncontrollably, relieving the endless pain.

Three minutes later, the chains dissipated.

Gerard let go of his perception and started investigating, and found that the other person's soul had become unfamiliar.

From this moment on, the former Kwart Silver Wing is gone.

"your name."

Hearing what Archbishop Gerard said, Kwart said without hesitation: “Ignis has met the Archbishop.”

"Ignis." Gerard whispered the name silently, "Then call me Ignis. I hope you can be truly reborn in the flames."

"Moon."

Hearing the teacher calling his name, Moon walked forward, bowed and said, "Teacher."

"Issue an order in my name appointing Ignis as adjutant to Marshal Verin Axe of the Ninth Legion."

"is teacher."

"After sending Ignis to the Ninth Legion, you will go to the Seventh Legion and have Alin Oron Belfas launch a tentative attack on the Black Orcs."

"I've got it, teacher." Moon replied.

"Okay, let's all get down."

Seeing this, the two men bowed and saluted, then turned and left the hall.

Looking at Ignis's back, Gerard hesitated for a moment, but was ready to tell Carlisle West the news.

Teacher Carlisle West had the right to know that his most valued student had passed away.

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In the Ninth Legion camp, after Weilin sorted out the entire legion, he temporarily handed over the legion affairs to the paladin Leonas, and went to visit Alin Oron Belface on the pretext of discussing the war.

For this trip, Verin selected 300 Griffin Knights from the Griffin Knights to serve as the escort force, and ordered Ovia Silverwing, the commander of the First Griffin Knights, to accompany him.

After passing through many provinces in the southern part of the Kingdom of Belfas, the group arrived at the province of Tanla.

Mountain Eagle Camp, the headquarters of the Seventh Corps.

At the camp gate, Alin Oron Belfas stood with his hands behind his back, gazing into the distance.

Behind him, important generals of the Seventh Corps stood in order of their status and rank, waiting quietly.

On both sides of the camp, eight hundred royal knights of the Kingdom of Belfas were wearing silver-white armor, with gorgeous feathers on their helmets and long swords hanging from their waists. They stood in rows with stern expressions, exuding a murderous aura.

At noon, a dark shadow appeared in the sky.

In less than a moment, three hundred griffin knights landed a hundred meters away from the Mountain Eagle Camp.

After getting off Xing's body, Weilin looked at the young man in the distance, made his expression natural, and walked forward.

As the second-in-command of the traveling team, Ovia signaled the leading officer to discipline the troops with his eyes, and then quickly followed.

Seeing this, Yalin Oron Belfas stepped forward to greet him with a smile on his face, and said, "Marshal Weilin, on behalf of the Seventh Corps, I welcome you."

As soon as he finished speaking, more than 30 senior officers of the Seventh Corps bowed and saluted to express their respect to Weilin.

"Your Highness Yalin Oron, thank you for your welcome." Weilin nodded slightly and said to the blond young man in front of him with a smile.

After exchanging pleasantries, the two sides boarded the carriage and headed towards the Mountain Eagle Camp Corps Headquarters.

Along the way, Weilin talked with Yalin Oron while observing the troops of the Seventh Legion.

There are many magical beasts on both sides of the road. Their shapes are very strange, but when you see the various war equipment displayed in the camp, everything seems reasonable.

It’s only 50 kilometers and can be completed in less than half an hour.

After getting off the carriage, Weilin looked at the curvy female knight guarding the camp gate, and couldn't help but look at the younger brother of the King of Belfas.

Feeling Weilin's gaze, Yalin Oron smiled calmly, then made a gesture of invitation and said, "Marshal Weilin, please come in."

Weilin thanked him and walked side by side with him into the big tent.

After the two of them entered, the rest of the generals lined up on the left in order and entered one by one.

Ovia stood alone on the left, with a calm expression, and walked into the tent.

As the only senior general around the marshal at this time, he could not lose face for the Ninth Corps.

Inside the tent, Verin and Arin Oron sat at the upper seats, with Ovia standing on the left and thirty-five people standing on the right.

In such a comparison, Ovia's momentum is not inferior at all.

After Yalin Oron introduced the generals of the Seventh Corps in detail, the two sides began to discuss military affairs, including changes in the situation on the front line, intelligence on the Black Asian Orc commander, and the garrison situation of his troops.

As time passed, the sky darkened.

At six o'clock in the afternoon, the two sides ended the meeting. As for the matters that were not discussed, it would not be too late to discuss them tomorrow.

"Let the party begin."

Soon, more than a dozen female knights brought low tables into the tent and placed them one by one in the big tent.

In less than a moment, delicious dishes were served.

Weilin looked at the food on the low table. It looked very good. As to whether it could compare to Kyle's cooking, he would need to taste it to know.

"Marshal Weilin, please." Yalin Oron looked at Weilin as he set his eyes on the delicacies, made a gesture of invitation, and said with a smile.

"Your Highness Yalin Oron, I won't be polite then." Seeing this, Weilin responded and then picked up the knife and fork to start enjoying the food.

Seeing this, Yalin Olon smiled and picked up his knife and fork.

Seeing this, many other generals began to take action.

Outside the tent, Xing looked at the food piled in front of him and ate it with relish, determined to make up for the loss of the past few days.

Xing swallowed the monster meat in his mouth and said to the red-armored female knight standing beside him: "Bring some more wine."

"Oh well."

Upon hearing this, the red-armored female knight quickly responded and then directed a team of soldiers to get some wine.

In less than a moment, seeing that the monster meat was almost consumed, the red-armored female knight had to order the soldiers to bring some more monster meat.

This is the first time I’ve seen such a gluttonous griffin!