Yellow Sand Plain, southeast of Lanvasur Castle.

The earthy yellow sand and gravel drift in the sky with the spring breeze, and from a distance, the monotonous yellow brings visual fatigue to this world.

Until the edge of the Yellow Sand Plain, a touch of emerald green emerges, like a crystal emerald inlaid at the tail of the yellow sand.

Suddenly, a diffuse golden glow stuck to the ridge line of the yellow sand plain, spreading from the verdant area, gradually forming a wave.

It's a golden legion, yes, pure gold.

Looking down from the sky, the Legion armor, the Legion weapons, the Legion banners, and the chain mail of the warhorses all seem to be rendered golden.

Dada! Dada! Da-da-da

The crisp sound of horses' hooves sounded in front of the Golden Legion, and a dozen or so scout cavalry wearing golden chain mail returned to the array, and the scout captain led by him headed straight to the center of the legion.

"Your Excellency, there are more than forty kilometers to reach the castle of Lanvasul." The captain of the scout led the warhorse, half-knelt in front of the golden carriage, and bowed his head respectfully.

The curtain opened, and Bishop Isda stepped out with a light step, wearing a golden crown on his head, a luxurious gold silk robe, and a golden badge hanging from his right chest, and the bright sunlight shone down, and it was clearly visible that the front of the badge was engraved with a vague figure wearing a crown, and the sparkling gems on the edge of the hollow reflected dazzling brilliance.

"Can you find out the battle at Ranvasur Castle?" Bishop Isda looked out into the distance, a ray of crimson light faintly visible.

"I'm sorry, Bishop, but the sentry to Ranvasur Castle hasn't returned yet." The Scout Captain reported.

"Haven't come back yet? How many teams of sentinels are sent? How long is it going out? Bishop Isda withdrew his gaze and stared at the scout captain in front of him, his tone mixed with inexplicability.

For some reason, he felt a little uneasy in his heart, not for the Temple Legion dispatched by the Temple of Finance, but for the Jeffrey family.

After receiving the Duke Gold's request for help, he began to speed up the advance of the Fortune Temple Legion, and now, there was less than a day left to reach the castle of Ranvasur, but the uneasiness in his heart became more and more intense.

"Send three teams of sentinels, all Templars, who set off early in the morning." The Scout Captain seemed to sense the change in the atmosphere and bowed his head and whispered.

Hearing this, Bishop Isda's eyes narrowed slightly, and thoughts surged in his mind, and then he looked down at the unresponsive magic transmission crystal in his hand, his face extremely heavy.

"Valoran Collar! Legend! ”

"Is it really a legendary crown hidden behind the scenes?" Bishop Isda muttered in a low voice, remembering what he had discussed at length with Duke Gold in the Chamber of Secrets, about Valoran and the legends that might exist behind it.

The Temple of Fortune is not so easily fooled, especially after knowing the decision of the legendary warrior Du Bois, they have investigated the situation of Valoran in detail, and it is likely to be confirmed that it is a newly rising legendary force, but it is impossible to determine the specific strength of the legendary crown behind it.

Well? Bishop Isda suddenly looked up and looked into the distance, in the direction of the castle of Ranvasur, there were some familiar and unfamiliar fluctuations............

Wait a minute!

Is it magic!?

A look of horror appeared on Bishop Ista's face, and the golden crown on his head shook slightly.

Divine arts, in ancient myths, legends and heroic deeds, are the embodiment of the power of the gods, with unimaginable power. In addition, there are also some rumors that believers in gods can also obtain a part of the power of the gods through long-term prayers to the gods or ideas they believe in, and they can become ready-made gods.

Every temple on the continent of Karadimos has a record of divine magic, and there will be more or less a scroll engraved with divine magic.

That's why Bishop Isda was able to recognize that it was the power of divine magic when the fluctuations spread.

"It's a divine technique, and it's a divine magic of the god of justice!"

A calm and solemn voice sounded from behind the golden carriage, and an old man riding a pure white Pegasus slowly walked in front of him, a faint glow lingering in the air.

"Your Majesty Amber!"

"Your Majesty Amber!"

Accompanied by Bishop Istda's words, all the temple soldiers standing around him knelt down on one knee and said respectfully.

"Get up!" An Bo waved his hand lightly, and a pale golden glow sprinkled down, gently helping everyone up.

Judging from his appearance, An Bo has a white-haired and childish face under his crown, and he wears gold jewelry all over his body, like a wealthy old man.

On top of his head was a crown of pure gold, with a slender golden necklace around his neck, golden bracers on his wrists, and his fingers were also covered with golden rings, including the extremely luxurious golden robe, and the golden staff in his hand.

Perhaps this is the real temple of wealth!

"I didn't expect a mere Duke family to hide a magic scroll!" An Bo rode a pure white horse, and his deep eyes looked into the distance.

"It may be that the legend hidden behind the Valoran Territory has made a move, otherwise how could relying on the power of the Jeffrey family launch divine magic......... I'll go over and see if you march at once, and try to be part of that war. ”

After speaking, An Bo gently patted the heavenly horse he was riding, wanting to soar directly into the air, bursts of praise chanted in the sky, and countless tiny points of light appeared under the horse's hooves, turning into a golden road.

Suddenly, a faint breeze blew through the sky, and a pleasant sound crept in, making people feel like a spring breeze and pure in their hearts.

[Hurricane roaring]!

......................

Push back a little bit of time.

Ranvasur Castle, a ruined watchtower.

"The Jeffrey family will never be destroyed in my hands!"

"Absolutely not!"

Duke Gold looked at the crimson figure in front of him, and the peace in his eyes was engulfed by madness, like an endless flame burning his heart.

A low, quick spell came out of his mouth, and the crimson and delicate staff shimmered with rich brilliance, and the engraved golden lines seemed to melt, slowly seeping into the circle and disappearing without a trace.

[Super Rank Spell: Blazing Feast]!

[Blazing Feast: Form a magic circle in front of you and summon powerful pillars of flame at very short intervals, causing nearby enemies to take great fire magic damage and have a chance to put enemies into a state of ignition.

When the Pillar of Fire attacks an enemy, the caster cannot move; However, if it lasts for a certain amount of time, it can make the magic circle run on its own, and the position of the pillar of flame can be slightly adjusted by using mental power. 】

A red magic circle appeared in the ruined land, and the inexplicable surging red energy scorched the gravel and dust, and finally formed a magic circle like a flame symbol.

In the next moment, pillars of orange flames rose across the vast wall, setting everything on fire, and the rubble, corpses, armor, and the Iron Thorn Soldiers who had not yet had time to leave were reduced to ashes in the flames.

Fiona, who was approaching, was also within range of the magic circle.