Because the previous clothes were stained with the blood of the demon hunters themselves, Xu Yichen changed into a soapy white samurai robe provided by the holy warriors before leaving, and it was not very conspicuous when mixed with a team of holy warriors at this time.

The closer you get to the temple of Wokin's wealth, the more the demon hunters feel the pomp of the wealth, with huge coral trees lined with bonsai on both sides of the gates, and chic landscape trees wrapped in bright yellow silk.

Even the guards standing at the door were dressed in magical armor with exquisite shapes and luxurious materials, which were obviously very much in line with Antoine's aesthetics.

The armor worn by the holy warriors and guards of the Temple of War was in stark contrast to the guards of the Temple of Wealth, pragmatism on one side and hedonism on the other, and for a time they were indistinguishable from each other in terms of momentum.

"Reverend Richard!" Hearing no one, hearing it first, with a very loud voice, a middle-aged man came out of the temple of wealth, wearing a bright green silk shirt and a flaming sleeveless waistcoat, each button made of carefully polished gemstones.

The leather bracers of unknown material are outlined with gold threads in an intricate pattern, and with the movements of the middle-aged man, a delicate monocle carved from natural crystal is clamped to the bridge of the towering nose, and the eyes hidden behind it are shimmering.

"Thank you very much for coming, Pastor Richard!" The middle-aged man was also wearing a big red cloak on his body, and the patterns of silver coins were embroidered on it, constantly reflecting a wonderful luster in the sun: "This time your credit is not small, I am afraid that it will not be long before you continue to waste your talent in this small place." ”

"Pastor of Wauking Church, Thomas Ward, the highest head of Wauking Church in Anthony Grand Port." Priest Richard bit his cheek and whispered to the demon hunter about the middle-aged man.

Xu Yichen had to admit that this Shangyin pastor named Thomas Ward was a handsome and charming guy.

There are some wrinkles on his face that highlight the mature charm, the carefully groomed beard is meticulous, and with the wise eyes, anyone who sees him will have a good impression of him for the first time.

It's just that the expression on Pastor Richard's face obviously has no patience for this guy at all, and in the face of the other party's greetings, Pastor Richard pouted: "I don't have time to talk to you here, has the messenger sent by the church arrived?" ”

Pastor Toms's bright smile stiffened slightly, and then, as if he didn't hear Richard's impatience at all, he still said enthusiastically: "Coming soon, coming soon!" It's a long way to get here from the Old World, and no matter how careful you are, it's understandable, right? ”

Led by Toms, the group walked inside the Sanctuary of Fortune, where the armor of the paladins and priests, especially the two black-armored warriors, left heavy footsteps on the marble-paved floor.

The temple of any god is not allowed to be desecrated, and non-believers are absolutely not allowed to bring weapons into it, and the believers of the god of war calmly handed over the weapons they were carrying to the attendants next to them.

It's just that the weapons they carry are a bit too many, and the specifications are out of standard, such as the huge octagonal hammer that Richard himself has been blessed by Campas, and the attendants of the Temple of Fortune can't hold it at all.

Eventually, the three attendants dragged the weapon, which weighed far beyond its size, and the octagonal hammer left a deep mark on the polished beautiful ground in the imperceptible smile on the corner of Richard's lips.

And the others were no better, the weapons of the two black-armored warriors were two axe guns that were more than two meters and a half, as well as a one-meter-and-a half-long straight-edged knife that they carried with them, an armor-piercing cone with a small arm length, a portable crossbow hidden at their waists, and a short self-defense knife inserted in their calves, scattered on the ground in a small pile.

The other paladins and priests were similar, and even the youngest Severn had four or five weapons out of his body, except for the demon hunter, who had nothing to lose, and spread his hands and nothing.

Xu Yichen's spare weapons were all placed in the spatial equipment [Li Oumeng's Secret Treasure Room], plus for a long time, the [Nar's Flame-shaped Greatsword] had made countless meritorious contributions as his main weapon, so he didn't have anything on hand now.

Priest Toms's face had begun to turn very ugly at this point, and he smiled at the Demon Hunter with satisfaction, obviously his first impression of this young warrior who was not deliberately looking for trouble.

"Alright, let's move on, the teleportation room should be almost ready." The face of the priest is about the same color as the silver coin on his cloak, and he has always been tolerant of these barbarians in the Temple of War.

"Wait!" Reverend Richard scratched his back as if he was constipated, reached out and pulled out a pair of black fingers, and threw them into the pile of weapons with a clatter: "Forget these old fellows, now we can go." ”

Pastor Shangyin didn't even bother to say a word this time, turned around and strode forward to lead the way.

"Hehe, take a good look at our things, don't lose them, it's expensive!" Reverend Richard pointed to the murder weapon in one place contentedly, turned and followed, and seemed to be in a good mood.

Xu Yichen was sure that the reason why this goods came with so many people was for this moment, and as a clergyman, it was impossible for Pastor Richard not to know that he could not bring weapons in.

But he still came down with heavily armed men, and he was still a full-fledged and fully equipped combat team, which had obviously been planned for a long time.

Seeing Richard's attitude towards the Wojin Church, Xu Yichen also had a little bit in his heart, and followed the team straight into the Temple of Fortune.

"Dear Lord Shangjin, your teleportation array has been debugged and has been tested twice." A spellcaster in a magician's robe stood very respectfully next to the complex teleportation array, without the slightest arrogance as a spellcaster.

Especially after a large bag of gems was casually thrown in his face by the woman, the mage laughed so much that even his back molars were exposed.

"These priests of the goddess Waujin are rich!" The mage's heart is full of happiness, and after more than half a year of working with his mentor to measure the distance of the magic circle, he can finally come out and earn extra money by himself!

For a player who is not talented enough and relies on sweat to fill it, specializing in one is obviously the only way to earn resources.

"You can go, mage, I'll get back to you next time." Pastor Shangjin, named Sharela Tiblantan, was also apparently pleased with the services of the mages, who were much more upset than the old men.