The sky glowed with a pale golden light, with an abundance of light elements, and a human figure gathered here and there on the ground, and Benedict finished the last bit of remedy and reached out to the reborn god of light.

Angelo took two steps back, and Benedict beckoned to the oracles on either side, "I'll leave the rest to you." He pointed to the 50,000 people who had just regained their vitality. The two messengers bowed and said, "Yes, king." ”

The two divine envoys swept their hands together, and one after another fluctuations appeared, and the 50,000 people who passed by regained their consciousness one by one. But at this moment, the barriers on both sides leaked a trace of breath because of the momentary loss of support.

The figure in mid-air gradually formed, and the bishop, who was still angry just a moment ago, watched this incredible scene and silently recited the prayer. Angelo saw that the man in the air was already forming his head, and reached out and tugged at Benedict, thinking that Claire should be more willing to keep the memories she wanted to keep. Benedict withdrew his hand, pursed his lips and smiled, the former God of Light has given everything for this continent, and now this newborn him can be regarded as a compensation.

At the same time as the divine power was withdrawn, the mutation rose sharply, and all the light elements were instantly sucked away by the space, and in an instant, this area could not be found at all. Claire has become most of her body suspended in the air, the entire head is only completed by one jaw, and the most important brain is not formed, which means that the body is not yet fully conscious.

Benedict strikes again, and the power can't reach Claire's side. Angelo's eyebrows furrowed, "The power of the entire space needs to be extracted to the scope that does not belong to this space." ”

"No, the power of the barrier will also be extracted." The gods opened their mouths, for their barrier had been removed by the gods of this space.

Angelo frowned, and the flame mark on his wrist gradually heated, as if to remind Angelo.

"Magician." Angelo looked at Benedict, "Pure energy can't reach, and wrapping the light jade with a magic guide might be useful." ”

"Use this." Benedict threw a piece of soft iron stored in the staff to Angelo, although Angelo had not systematically learned the refining of magic guides, but with the skills of the past life and the foundation of the magic pattern of this life, a card-embedded box was quickly ready. "Looks like Yadu is quite cooperative." Angelo felt that the means of his previous life had returned, and the regrets that began with his rebirth seemed to be able to be made up at this time.

The magic pattern slowly generated, and Angelo's men kept stuffing the bright jade that Benedict took out into the box, until the place inside the box was not exhausted until it was stuffed with twenty pieces. The magic patterns were linked between the bright jade, and the top of the box was filled with white light.

"Throw!" When Angelo handed the box to Benedict, he realized that his hands were already charred. "Angelo, your hand." Yarman noticed the black color on Angelo's hands, apparently from the overheated temperature just now, which caused him to suffer a lot of injuries.

"It's okay, it'll be fine soon." Angelo smiled and mobilized the light system in his body, but found that the vortex of the light system was completely stagnant, and he didn't listen to his drive at all, and looked at Benedict helplessly, "It seems that things are a little strict." ”

The Bright Jade Crate had reached Claire's head, and at the same time, the skin of the soft iron began to dissipate. Eli secretly prayed that he would be able to hold on, hold on, at least until the energy ran out.

Angelo's hands had already been healed by Benedict, but the more serious problem at the moment was Claire, who gradually followed the outline of a head in the eyes of everyone, but in the eyes of Benedict and Angelo, the body that could be formed by the simple power of light was just a shell, and even self-consciousness would not be retained. Now, all that can be expected is Claire's own power.

"Pray, if he is really the God of Light, the power of prayer can work." The bishop, who had been speechless just now, staggered forward, whether it was the large-scale purification technique or the barrier just now, and now, all the light power has been extracted, even he, the law god, cannot use or drive one or two.

If there is anyone on the continent who does not pray, it is the Ottos. Although not all of the Ausians could not pray, the only one who could pray among them was floating on it.

Yarman and Angelo looked at each other, and as for Benedict, it was usually others who prayed to his plane god, and he had not even heard the prayer.

Eli looked at the two brothers, knelt silently on the ground, crossed his hands on his chest, and began to chant prayers. Yarman no longer had the heart to think about why His Royal Highness the Second Prince, who should be the most disgusted with the Holy See, would recite the prayer, and he pricked up his ears to listen carefully.

The bishop next to him sighed softly and also knelt up on his knees in prayer, Angelo listened to it once and silently recited it twice, then crossed his hands in front of him and began to pray.

A little bit of white light rises, and these white spots visible to the naked eye become rays of light that hit Claire in front of him, which is useful! Yarman was pleasantly surprised, and the voice of the chant in his mouth became faster. Benedict and the two oracles, who could not pray, amplified the voices of several people and made them heard by the 50,000 people behind them.

First the guards, then all the soldiers, Bowen, who was hidden in the space and did not dare to appear, had a hideous face, he was unwilling, he obviously had the most powerful power but because of this god of light, he could only live in the body of mortals, he was unwilling. Bowen turned his gaze to the person praying below, a smile and a gaze on the corner of his mouth.

The bishop who prayed below suddenly let out a cry of pain, and then fell to the ground with convulsions, and lost his breath in an instant. Benedict looked at the bishop who had been pulled away by the dark god, his eyes were dangerous, he had already revealed his position the moment Bowen made his move just now, but when he attacked, the god who was integrated with the space did not seem to be affected, and disappeared again.

The bishop's howl affected Angelo's prayer, and after a pause, Angelo resumed the rhythm of the prayer. Benedict and the two oracles searched for the traces of the space god, while being careful not to let their power be dissolved by the space god.

The chanting of prayers increased, and the power of the prayers of more than 50,000 people may not seem like a great force in normal times, but if these 50,000 people were soldiers, this power would have doubled.

The blood on the corners of Eli's mouth had dried up, and the corners of his mouth had cracked and tore open with a quick prayer, but he was unconscious. Looking at Claire gradually forming above, Benedict chuckled at the corner of his mouth, "Hold on, Claire, if you want your own memories, hold on." ”

Claire was above, hearing Eli's prayers, and the corners of her mouth were not fully hooked upward, the entry of consciousness was the most painful part of the process of brain formation, because such pain would make people choose to give up some memories, but Claire had no choice, whether it was as a god of light or Claire's memories, he didn't want to give up.

"You have to make a choice." A voice that is neither unfamiliar nor familiar, it belongs to the space god Bowen, who was once sealed by the God of Light. But now, Claire's consciousness body chuckled in the air, "I don't think it's up to you. ”

"Huh, this seat? You really don't want to be subservient. Bowen laughed smugly, but his position was still erratic and impossible to capture.

"yes. This seat has never been subservient. Claire suppressed the tearing pain, and he didn't dare to relax in the slightest when confronting this plane god. The power of faith from below gathered Claire's almost collapsed consciousness little by little, and also provided him with strength.

"It's not up to you, it's up to you to be where you are. You were able to seal the six plane gods in the first place, why didn't you turn this continent into a world of light? Bowen's ridicule came, and before Claire could reply, he replied himself, "Because you are just a lowly plane god, you don't have the guts, so you can only restore your godhead by reincarnation after reincarnation." Claire. Do you know how long I've been staring at you? I've had my eyes on you for two lifetimes. ”

After saying this, Bowen sensed danger. Dissipated into the air in an instant. Claire frowned, two? According to Bowen, shouldn't it be life after life?

The power of faith increased suddenly, and Claire didn't have time to think about the instant return of her consciousness.

A pure white light shrouded below, a feedback of the power of faith and the source of power for the first few bishops on the continent. Angelo felt the return of the light element in his body, and a white light demon core hovering in his dantian. The corners of his mouth slowly rose, and Angelo felt that the happiness of condensation was not comparable to Claire's joy.

The bishop on the ground who had lost his breath had a ruddy complexion, but because his soul had left, all the power of light could do was to help the bishop sort out his remains.

Angelo got up, looked at Benedict and said, "Is it done?" It's Claire, right? Benedict nodded, then smiled, "Why do you care more than Eli?" ”

"Hey!" Angelo couldn't suppress the smile at the corner of his mouth, and then suddenly remembered one thing and said, "You have to think carefully about what the previous God of Light was called, otherwise if you call it wrong again, the God of Light may also be forced to rebel by you." ”

Benedict had a black line on his face: "I said it all, not because of the name. Angelo laughed, of course he knew, but now he couldn't express his joy, this feeling of being lost and regained, when he persuaded Eli, he actually knew that the confidence in his heart was not enough at all.

Claire landed slowly, the robe on her body was composed of pure light elements, black hair and silver eyes, and the whole person looked very handsome. Benedict stepped forward and looked at him with a smile, "Claire?" ”

"What's your name?" Claire smiled, not only a smile in her eyes, but also the reflection of Benedict, who had recovered his identity as a god of light, could already see.

"Looks like both are named Claire." Angelo smiled, and Benedict could be called you and me instead of Father, except for the mutinous ones, that is, Claire, of course, their Claire.

"Can you see that?" Eli's voice came, and he did say something that didn't match the current situation at all, but no one around laughed at Eli's reaction at this time.

"I didn't expect that I was quite dark when I was a child, and when I grew up, I was even darker than when I was a child." Claire proved that he had regained his eyesight, and Yarman looked at his brother, who was suddenly a little hesitant, with a blessed smile on his face.

But the times don't wait for people to catch up. The loud noise coming from the direction of the Abyss Forest made everyone's expressions tense. Look at a black cloud rising from afar. Angelo swallowed his saliva secretly, tugged at Benedict's arm and said, "Wood, is it the god of nature?" ”

"At least not just plants." Benedict pursed his lips.

At this time, a voice came from the sky, "Turning away from the creatures of the continent, Oss will be punished by God, and in the name of the God of Light, I declare the judgment of Os." "This voice will spread all over the continent, that's everyone's idea.