Rorel stood alone on the obelisk that stood straight. (Crazy F Hit)

Her emaciated figure was so small from a distance that no one would have noticed her if it weren't for the flickering light of the Sword of Judgment.

Behind her was the Heavenly Mountain, on which the great Holy Cross stood, and in the sunlight, the mist smeared a shiny slippery layer on the silver-white metal, but the breeze from afar carried a faint saltiness, and spread out of this holy and bright place at an inopportune time.

Dense black dots can already be seen in the distance, is that the terrifying Wyvern Legion in the mouths of the believers?

Lorel pinched the sword of judgment in his hand, which was taller than his body, this sword of judgment gathered the faith of the redeeming kings of the past, and the moment the sword was wielded, the person who held the sword was no longer her, but the will of those Holy Spirits who had long been buried on the mountain of heaven.

She's just a vessel and a puppet.

But she didn't know that.

All she knew was that she had taken the place of her sister and had raised this great sword again, and her dreams, her innocence, and her firmness had gathered into the purest force and flowed into the sword of judgment.

A great light burst out of the Sword of Judgment.

A king's breath emanated at the same time, announcing his presence to the enemies who were attacking from afar.

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Center of the Holy See.

Feeling that the tide of war was coming, an unprecedented oppressive atmosphere hung over the sky.

Ironically, however, those at the top of the hierarchy who knew the truth were full of worries, while those at the lower levels were confident in the light, and even fanatical believers took up arms and followed the Crusaders to the front of the fierce battle.

Alone in the papal ashram, he looked at the statue of light in front of him, not knowing what he was praying for, until a ray of sunlight fell from the zenith, he stood up, pushed open the heavy stone door, and made his way to the council chamber under the escort of two Templars.

He looked at the three cardinals who had been waiting here for a long time, swept away the tiredness and old age of the previous days, and met their nervous and expectant eyes, and he announced majestically: "This is the war of the Holy See, and the Valley of Confessions is ready. ”

The three cardinals breathed a sigh of relief at the same time.

As long as the Valley of Confessions is on the same line as the center, and no matter the cost, even two more kings may not be able to capture the Holy See.

Bishop Todd even cried out: "All the filth of the world will be judged by light"

The other two cardinals immediately chimed in.

Silently drawing a cross on his chest, Pildoka II murmured: "May the Lord have mercy and the light will always shine on the world." ”

At this time, in the Valley of Confessions, preparations for the battle are proceeding in an orderly manner.

Sidinoeu stood at the foot of the Heavenly Mountain, looking at the sky with a calm expression, dressed in the robes of the old papal period, without a trace of panic caused by the coming danger.

The eyes of the black-robed monk beside him were full of worry: "My lord, Rorel...... Can she really do it?"

Sidirow was silent for a moment, and then said: "She only needs to help us resist the Holy Cross from being destroyed, and the existence of the Holy See is by no means dependent on the power of the king, but on the protection of our Lord." ”

It is impossible for the Holy See to completely pin its hopes on the salvation king alone, but only hope that she can withstand some time, for thousands of years, there have been crises of numerically superior kings to invade, but the result has been wiped out by them without exception.

The black-robed monk took a breath hard, his expression became firm, and he said solemnly, "Yes, my lord. ”

Cidinoe nodded and said, "How are you preparing?"

The black-robed monk bent over and said, "Everyone has gathered together, waiting for your orders at any time. ”

Sidiro glanced back, and more than 3,000 ascetics had gathered in the grottoes carved out of the mountain wall, and the whole valley was filled with an air of divine solemnity.

Everyone changed into black friars' robes, and the sound of the holy chant rose above the hall with the morning breeze and drifted in the haze that gradually dissipated.

Here, they're going to unleash a massive magic spell.

This magic was able to bring together the faith and the Holy Spirit of the Heavenly Mountain, using the Holy Cross as a carrier, to inspire what can be said to be the most powerful patron saint in the history of the Holy See.

Most of them were gray-haired old men, and many of them had held the positions of bishop and high priest, so it can be said that each of them had a faithful faith. This is the most critical condition for the activation of this divine art.

Looking at these people, Siddi's Diore sighed and said, "Let's start." ”

Then he silently recited in his heart: "From now on, everything will be arranged by the Lord." ”

......

Lundit fell from the sky and stood on a castle on high ground, gazing at the towering Holy Cross from afar.

Below the castle, creatures resembling half-dragons were holding weapons that originally belonged to the Holy See, and they were converging into a huge torrent heading towards the center of the Holy See, and there were even humanoid beasts sitting on the body of the flying dragon outflanking the rear of the Holy See.

In just a few days, he had cleared the three dioceses around the Holy See, and the last two guardian dioceses were located at the rear of the center, and after engulfing them, his flesh army besieged the Holy See in the middle.

Originally, he just wanted to capture the center of the Holy See, and then the next step was to attack Bethlehem, but he didn't expect things to develop beyond his expectations, so easily attacked the last hinterland of the Holy See, and his ambition burst out uncontrollably.

Uproot the most powerful force on the continent for thousands of years

And I am the one who created all this

The idea was exciting, but I have to admit that it was possible for him to do it.

The almost endless flesh and blood legions, coupled with the dragon alliance, the outer roads are also completely blocked, even if other dioceses come to the rescue at this moment, it is too late for the Holy See to come to the rescue at this moment, and it seems that it is only a matter of time before it falls, and now Rendit, once his thoughts have changed, the idea of attacking Bethlehem at the beginning is not so eager, he wants to sit down and slowly appreciate and taste this fruitful fruit.

However, the closer he got to the center of the Holy See, the stronger and more holy aura became.

The light elemental surged like a tidal wave, as if something was brewing, like a prelude to a storm, and the calm covered the stormy waves.

This feeling was not unfamiliar to Rundit, who had accepted the full memory of Ulysses, and he was sure that this was some kind of large-scale magic that the other side of the Holy See was preparing.

Lundit took a few steps forward, with a hint of anticipation on her face: "Do you want to compete with me for spells?"

In Dragon Island, he is a legion of flesh and blood to defeat his opponents, and he has not experienced a real magic duel until now.

In this day and age, it is a great pity not to have experienced such a battle.

"So ......"

He stood there and muttered for a moment, and the powerful spells flashed in front of him in his memory.

After thinking about it for a long time, he found that there seemed to be many kinds of spells, and each one had a certain lethality, and he had never tried it before, so it was difficult to choose between them, and when he was worried about what spell to use to deter the Holy See, his eyes lit up, his fingers were a little, and he drank in his mouth: "Spell Wheel"

A circular pentagram disc appeared out of thin air, and the aura of various elemental groups slowly flowed on it, forming strange and mysterious runes. As his fingers flicked over the runes, the pentagram slowly turned, revealing all the magic and its properties he had mastered.

Finally, the finger paused in one place, then nodded, grinned, and said, "I'll use you first." With a flick of his finger, a fiery red point of light flew out and into the clouds.

It was only a moment later that the fire elemental in the air began to stir wildly, and the originally clear blue sky was aggressively dyed a deep red, not only that, but the black-gray clouds rolled and flipped in it, accompanied by a loud rumbling sound, and the crisp air suddenly became extremely hot, burning everyone's exposed skin.

Siddi's eyes widened, and his hand holding the staff trembled slightly, if he was not mistaken, this spell was......

One of the ascetics pointed to the sky and shouted, "It's a rain of meteors." ”

Cidinoeu's face was solemn, he had heard of the power of this spell for a long time, and he was no stranger to it, as early as the Second Continental War, almost every hourglass on the battlefield had this spell appear, and on the murals handed down from that era, it also depicted the scene of the only three thousand descendants of the Titan clan rushing towards the abyss army with their solid bodies braving the attack of the fire meteor.

He closed his eyes, and after a while opened them, "Don't panic, the magic technique you are preparing can't be stopped," he looked in the direction of the center, and said, "This spell, I believe that Pidoka can solve it." ”

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Bethle Evergrande Plain.

As early as when the Dragon Expeditionary Force flew here from the sea, the Doomsday Guild received information, and intelligence officers almost all over the Eastern Continent immediately delivered the specific situation of this raid team to Beiselen City through the emergency portal.

According to the flight speed of this group of dragons, it will only take about three or four days to fly to the Eastern Continent, and then go all the way north from the Olevian Peninsula, and it will only take one to two days to appear in the sky above Beiselen.

It was a formidable team of more than thirty dragons and twelve skeletal dragons.

But the first line of defense they will face will be the mage towers that line the plains.

After the chief monk Abner broke with Lednoisa and others, he came to the diocese of Bethlehem with hundreds of mages who were willing to follow him, and built a magic tower around North Selen, where no one hindered his development, but compared to the huge seminary, mages were still a relatively weak group, and they were dependent on Bethlehem.

Even some aristocratic teenagers who yearn for elemental power have mostly entered Hedamik's Qi Magic Tower, and learning magic is extremely costly, and ordinary civilians can't afford it, so the number of mage's apprentices has not increased much.

But the hundreds of mages are still a force to be reckoned with, all of them have been taught by the Emperor Adriman, and with the support of Bethlehem, almost every mage has built a mage tower.

Building hundreds of mages in one go was something that only Bethlehem's financial resources could do, but it also tied them to Bethlehem's chariots, and some mages even thought that these mage towers were expensive chains.

But Abner doesn't think so.

After the death of Adriman, he felt that the situation in the Central Continent would change significantly, once there was a war there, then Bethlehem would be the last holy place, they could absorb a steady stream of exiled or refuge nobles from all over the continent, and Bethlehem, which also accepted commoners as believers, might not meet the wishes of all nobles, at that time, the Mage's Tower would be another choice for them.

And now, here's the opportunity.

......

At this time, the expedition was led by Auston, and he was followed by the defeated people, and he looked back, his eyes were complicated, no, and the bones that had been buried in the ground......

Suddenly, while he was flying, he felt stiff, as if some dangerous presence was staring at him, and he quickly looked not far to the right, where a man in a white bishop's robe floated in the air, his face hidden in the hood.

In the area where he stood, no element or other energy escaped or entered it, and it seemed as if all the sound and light seemed to freeze around him.

Auston recognized this as a king just by glance, but there was a vague strange feeling that this person was fundamentally different from them.

"Lord Auston, you seem to be feeling confused, is it because the glory of Dragon Island has been buried in your hands?

"What do you want to do, Human King?"

Auston stared at this human, the strength of the other party undoubtedly made him extremely jealous, if it was before, he might not hesitate to rush forward, but since the defeat in the hands of Lundit, the arrogance on his body has been worn out, and the so-called glory of the dragon clan does not seem to be as precious as he originally imagined.

Once the things that were originally tried to maintain are broken, then the original appearance of the past can no longer be bridged.

"I am Landiston, Bishop of Bethlehem. ”

Luo Lan stretched out a hand, pulled the hood up a little, revealing his face, and then put it down again, "I think you should have heard my name." ”

"Is it Landiston?" the last name made Auston shudder inexplicably, but what surprised him even more was the look...... This was enough to explain the relationship between this man and Rundit, and he sighed heavily, "Tell me your purpose, Bishop Landiston, but if you want me to stop my journey to Bethlehem, then I can turn you down in advance now." ”

Luo Lan waved his hand and said, "They can pass, but you ......" He stretched out his finger and pointed at Auston, and said coldly: "I can only stay." ”

Auston secretly breathed a sigh of relief, if a king started a war with him here, I am afraid that all the clansmen except himself would be buried here, and even if they could escape alive, Rundit would not let them go afterwards, such a result...... It's the best.

The ancient, obscure dragon language spat out of his mouth, and the people behind him turned away in silence, leaving no words.

Auston smiled wryly, perhaps, they were blaming themselves for tarnishing the pride of the dragons?

After all the clansmen disappeared from sight, he looked at Luo Lan seriously and said, "Bishop Landiston, thank you for your generosity, then, can you tell a down-and-out dragon clan like me what you mean?"

A smile appeared at the corner of Luo Lan's mouth under the hood, and he said, "I have always been puzzled by a question, but I think that I may be able to find the answer from Your Excellency." ”

Alston said sullenly, "What if...... Words I can answer. ”

Luo Lan shook his head and said, "No, I don't need you to answer, besides, what you say may not be true, I still trust my own judgment." ”

Auston looked puzzled and said, "So what do you mean?"

Luo Lan smiled and said, "So, I want to see your memories for myself." ”

Auston's pupils suddenly constricted, no matter what aspect it is, if the other party wants to see his memory, it means absolute surrender, but there is still the inheritance of the dragon clan in his memory, even if Rendit asked for it at the beginning, he would not agree to it anyway.

His refusal was accompanied by a low growl: "I can't promise you, unless, I'm already a corpse." ”

Luo Lan sighed rather regretfully and said, "It's a pity, then I have to take it myself." He snapped his fingers, and cyan blades swirled with ice chips and flew towards Auston's massive body.

A series of muffled noises rang out over Auston's body, but the attempted attack yielded no results.

The dragon monarch let out a roar of rage, and with one mouth, he spat out a golden dragon breath that boiled like lava at Luo Lan.

Luo Lan smiled slightly, disappeared from the spot in an instant, and when he reappeared, it was far beyond the opponent's attack range, even the huge body became a small black spot in his eyes.

Dragon kings are different from human kings, their advancement depends on the awakening of the bloodline, even if it is a juvenile dragon, as long as it awakens the bloodline and touches the laws of the race, once it becomes an adult, it will be crowned with the title of king.

Luo Lan showed a thoughtful look, according to legend, the golden dragon was not afraid of any magic and weapon attacks.

He shook his head, this is just the understanding of mortals, for a king who sees the truth, it is just the application of rules, it's just that the rules of the dragon clan and humans are two different things.

The laws of the dragons are not something they have figured out on their own, but a bloodline inheritance.

Perhaps the strength of the overall race made up for these shortcomings, but after the Second Continental War, this problem was exposed, and in the eyes of the human king, the dragons were much weaker than expected, so the gradual withdrawal of the dragons from the continental battle after the Abyss War was only the result of the fall of all the kings.

Unless you jump out of the cage of bloodline inheritance, the king of the dragon clan is destined to be weak, and I am afraid that the only way to do this is to get the help of the demon bones, but the dragon clan itself cannot use the demon bones, which is the fatal flaw behind the strength of the dragon clan.

From Luo Lan's point of view, Auston's scale armor should be where the implied rules are, and it passively defends against any external force that hits itself, whether it is an elemental attack or a physical attack.

However, there is a limit to everything, otherwise a monarch like Adriman who has mastered the laws of the elements will simply not be able to fight the dragons.

If Adriman were to face Auston, he would have used countless spells to attack, and when the density and strength of the spells exceeded the limits of the rules themselves, it would be the time of death for the Golden Dragon Monarch.

But Adriman may not do this, because he only has one demon bone, and doing so will cause a loss of vitality, in fact, after the Second Continental War, the dragon monarchs and the legal monarchs often have a tacit understanding to avoid each other, which is enough to explain the problem.

But Luo Lan is not Adriman, and he is not a simple legal monarch.

He has his own way.

A simpler and more effective way.

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The Thief Emperor of Another World Volume 15 The War of Kings!Chapter 54 The Beginning of the Chaotic War (Text)

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