When Anduin knew that Neerasek intended to deceive, he realized that there might be a bad battle tonight, and despite the help of Gouyle and Max, as well as two Legendary-level summoned retinues, Anduin chose to seek more help in order to ensure that everything was safe, but for some reason, he simply ignored the Silver Fortress and set his sights on Port Royal, thousands of miles away.

He couldn't be sure how many of Twilight's allies were hiding inside and outside the palace, but he was sure that his teacher would not refuse to destroy Twilight's request, so he sent an emissary to Port Royal, and although he couldn't get the right hand of the Light, he did get Eddard, who had been promoted to a legend, to bring the original Silver Sword.

When Anduin revealed the bones of the Titans, the vast aura from the ancients immediately launched a ruthless suppression of St. Francis, who was a follower of Twilight, but after all, the old Pope was a peerless powerhouse who was beyond the legend, and the sudden appearance of the Titan bones could only play a temporary suppressive role, with his godly solemn scepter and indestructible crystal body, he was sure to hold on to the moment of resisting the coercion.

But at this time, Ed arrived in time with the True Silver Holy Sword in his hand, and slashed it with a swing of the sword without any delay, severing the golden solemn scepter in two, and then cutting off the head of St. Francis.

Bone ......

The head fell and rolled towards the Titan's bones, and the crystal body was shattered instantly, but the old Pope did not die immediately, just like Anduin said before, no strong man will accept death willingly, let alone a special person like him who is committed to the advent of twilight, so even in such a field, St. Francis tried to fight back, he tried to condense the golden light of the scepter, but the solemn scepter that was broken in two, but he didn't care about it and left directly, he tried to stimulate the power of twilight, but the majestic aura of the Titan's bones overturned like Mount Tai collapsed, Crush the only remaining head to pieces.

"I ...... Unwilling! ”

This is St. Francis's last message, but it does not help the coming of death, and a generation of strong people has fallen.

Repeatedly near death, everyone present was not in the mood to cheer, just a deep sigh of relief, of course, Anduin did not forget to go to the ruins of the activation circle, the remaining thousand pieces of living crystals in the bag, bothered to work for so long, and almost lost a small life, finally got the "living crystal ecological park" to start the foundation, now the entire living crystal market, by the old Pope turned the sky, if the operation is done properly, Anduin can rely on technical advantages, ruthlessly make a profit.

Imagine that every other month, the number of Living Crystals would double, and after a year, Anduin would not have to worry about energy at all, even if he consumed Living Crystals extravagantly.

Of course, things are not so simple, because at the same time that Anduin smashed down the Titan Bones, he received a special mission, more precisely, the main quest added an emphasis that all branches of the Hearthstone Inn must rely on the Titan Bones to operate, that is, if Anduin wants to open a branch in the Silver Fortress, he must assume the Titan Bones in advance to accept the jurisdiction of the system.

In fact, although the previous development mission of the Hearthstone Inn did not mention this statement, if Anduin wants to open a branch, the Titan Bones are an indispensable and important prop, which is obviously of great significance, and it also adds a lot of financial burden to Anduin, because each Titan Bone needs to consume twice the scanning energy, that is, 73,000 energy crystals.

I have to say that the pressure is great, but fortunately, the old Pope is generous, and he gave such a big gift without saying a word.

"Oh, it smells, Anduin, you must be thinking about some mess again!"

Max, the mushroom dealer, fanned the wind in disgust, and Anduin pouted and shot back: "That's much better than if you have only really entered the core battlefield now." ”

Max smiled weirdly, turned his hands behind his back, and watched with relish as Guyle and Renault crawled out of the wall: "There is a specialization in the art industry, and the guys who charge into battle still have to be handed over to these big guys to do, tsk, look at your vigorous appearance, you shouldn't need my free potion, of course, if you feel that there is something wrong with your body, just tell the genius Max, a bottle of potion will go down, and ensure that the medicine will be cured, and a friendly reminder, I can give you a 20% discount." ”

Anduin rolled his eyes, and casually brushed the scarred two legendary powerhouses with powerful healing techniques, and then smiled at Ed, who was standing with a sword: "Congratulations to Ed, you can step into the ranks of legends at such a young age, your talent is even more genius than those so-called geniuses." ”

The former great knight did not change his personality due to the promotion of rank, shook his head and smiled: "I am just a lucky person who has been favored by the Holy Light, and I dare not claim to be a genius. ”

"Haha, you really think of me as the embodiment of the Holy Light?"

"Not only that, but His Holiness the Pope also had the same idea, and when he handed me the True Silver Holy Sword, he deliberately said that he was the first to propose the incarnation of the Holy Light, not the name given by the Pope."

Hearing this, Anduin shrugged: "Then I will be at peace and consider myself the true embodiment of the Holy Light." ”

……

A golden light went and returned, back to the Holy Light Holy See in the Imperial Capital.

The solemn scepter raised its right hand, as if it had grasped fate many years ago, and grasped this brilliant golden light, and in an instant, the light disappeared, revealing an intact ancient scepter, and the fortress pope with an ordinary face sighed.

"What are you sighing about? Is it the death of St. Francis? Or is it the failure of borrowing a knife to kill? ”

A voice suddenly sounded, but there was no one around the solemn scepter, and he was in awe of the owner of the voice, and said truthfully: "As a student, I mourn my teacher, and at the same time I regret his inevitable death and failure to create the value he deserves. ”

"St. Francis is dead, your idea is too empty after all, none of us can predict what will be the aftermath after the fall of the royal family of the fortress, and what will really be the case according to your plan, so that the so-called solar church will rise in the twilight? I don't think so, but this engagement has attracted royalty, magicians, twilight cultists, and our lovely incarnation of the Light, and the fact is that he brought your plans to an end in the cradle. ”

"You...... Don't try to change the court anymore, the situation of the Silver Fortress is too complicated, and even if you lead the way, you will not be able to open up enough room for growth in the Silver Fortress. ”

The solemn scepter suddenly asked, "But if I stay in the Holy Light Holy See, is it possible to go further?" ”

He's not talking about strength, he's talking about status.

The voice responded very dryly: "There is little hope, Lazarez's voice is high, if nothing else, he will take my place, and after that, maybe his closed disciple......"

"Well, I feel your determination, St. Francis's betrayal, just make it public, don't worry about shaking your faith, I will admit to the believers that the Holy See will become a branch of the Holy See of the Holy Light, and send more violent holy light to the Silver Fortress to dispel all the twilight evils. In addition, I will send you a few more helpers, over the years, in order to conceal the existence of St. Francis, you have deliberately suppressed the strength under your command, and the chief of the inquisition of the dignified domain is actually a pitiful fourth-order peak, and now the Sun Sect is destined to encounter many resistances, no matter how strong you are, you still need enough strength. ”

"Thank you, Your Majesty."

The voice of the solemn scepter was full of gratitude, but his eyes were unwavering, for it was simply a pure transaction with no emotion.

……

After a long night, some people have no intention of sleeping, strolling alone in the wind and snow, and walking into a very noisy and dilapidated tavern.

"Drink! If you can't finish drinking these drinks today, don't leave! ”

"Haha! I'm going to tell you how I went to the Blackstone tribe to rob women! ”

"Eh, have you heard, the Hammer of Doom has come to a very powerful human slave, an ordinary legendary powerhouse, who is not his opponent at all."

The orcs, who had always been known for their roughness, did not spare their tongues and voices, and shouted their tunes extremely loudly, as if they were afraid that others would not hear them, but they were very attentive to the matter of drinking, and they did not affect each other, nor did they see the thin figure walking through the door, compared to the orcs with a tiger's back, the man in the shabby hooded cloak seemed so small that he sat on the bar stool by the bar, and his feet could not touch the ground.

"Bring me a glass of ale, thank you."

With the clanging of copper coins and the calm voice from the hood, the orc boss didn't care about his identity at all, and with a snap, he threw the impure inferior ale wine on the table, and the yellow and clear wine shook and spilled, soaking the dirty copper coins.

The orc boss didn't care, and put away the copper coin, but the visitor didn't care, and raised his hand to pick up the wine glass.

A miserable whiteness fell into the eyes of the boss, making him show that he was really like this, and said with his teeth: "Sneaking out in the middle of the night, not afraid of being discovered by the master?" ”

The orc boss regarded him as a human slave, but he didn't publicize it wantonly, watching him drink all the inferior ale, and casually filled him with another glass: "Look at your appearance, there should be a story, this cup is my invitation, drink it, if you can use your story as a thank you, it would be great." ”

The human took the glass, did not drink again, and told his story lightly: "When I became an adult, I settled in the Silver Fortress, and during that time, I was not happy, but I had a teacher who cared about me very much, at first, I didn't know why he cared about me, and later, by chance, I found out that I had contact with him earlier. ”

The human took a sip of wine, and the boss commented: "It sounds like a sad story. ”

"It should be said that it is sad, everything I have now, it can be said that he caused it single-handedly, the necklace that accompanied me through youth and youth, completely changed the trajectory of my life, when I realized this, I began to fight against fate, heh, now I can appear here, it can be regarded as a success, I left him, and he left the world today."

After saying that, the human drank all the ale and got up to say goodbye to the boss, and the orc boss, who was not satisfied with the story, just nodded and watched the human leave the tavern, and he would never know that it was because of his friendly actions that this tavern and all the customers in the tavern escaped the catastrophe.

Leaving the still-noisy tavern, the humans tightened their hoods and broke into the blizzard, continuing their struggle against fate.

……

When the priest knight, who was knocked unconscious by Renault, slowly wakes up, the secrets hidden under the church are revealed.

When he received this news, Archbishop Kidd was still trying his best to find the sacrificial circle that did not exist at all, and the members of the inquisition, who had been busy for most of the day, were so frightened by the terrifying cold of their own director that they immediately closed their mouths, and could only replace them with enlarged nostrils and undulating chests...... Gasp.

And when he saw the secret passage that appeared behind the statue of holy light, his mouth suddenly opened wide, and he could almost put down the whole apple.

Can anyone tell me when there will be an extra secret passage here?

The members of the Inquisition couldn't suppress the horror in their hearts at all, because they had never thought that the so-called sacrificial circle was actually in the base camp, and some of the Shadow Priests under the direct jurisdiction of the Inquisition didn't know that there was a secret base hidden here.

St. Francis did not absorb all of the Shadow Priests, the reason was naturally that even he was not sure that everyone would keep their secrets, so the Shadow Priests who were able to enter the underground of the church were all carefully selected henchmen, and these people, without exception, all died with him.

During the search, Kidd's expression was terrifyingly dark, such a tragic and ruthless fact had an extremely strong impact on his faith, and under the holy light was actually a place to hide filth and filth? Haha, that's ridiculous! It's terrible, too!

The chief of the inquisition came to the place where the battle was most intense, and saw the ruins of the activated circle, the traces of the spiritual storm, and the dead St. Francis.

"Can anyone tell me what the situation is now?"

Archbishop Alex's expression was similar to Kidd's, only a little more panicked and a little less calm, Kidd slowly shook his head and said lightly: "I don't know." ”

"Don't know?"

Alex didn't control his voice, because he was in dire need of a venting target now, and Kidd, who had always been at odds, became the best breakthrough: "You actually told me that I don't know? After all these years of being in charge of the Inquisition, you haven't found that there is such a place hidden under the church? I don't even have to feel it to smell the filthy twilight, Kidd, didn't you check on all the church members yourself? Why is this still happening? I have reason to suspect that you have taken on an inglorious role in this process! ”

The referee's face sank like water, and he didn't want to answer, firstly, it was indeed his fault, and secondly, his heart was so heavy that he didn't want to say more than half a word, the consequences of the collapse of faith were terrible, and he was on the verge of complete collapse at this time, and he wanted to know, who could tell him all this, what was the situation?

Seeing that he was silent, Alex immediately reprimanded him even more violently, as if he regarded Kidd as the culprit, although many people scoffed at this, but many more people cast hostile glances at the referee under the verbal rendering.

"Kidd, speak! Why did you become a shrunken turtle at this time? ”

"Enough!"

Alex's shout, stopped by an unquestionable voice, the solemn scepter, who hurried back, stopped next to the "corpse" of the old Pope, he looked at the crowd eager to find an answer, and gave a remodeled and whitewashed answer: "Unfortunately, the fortress church has been infiltrated by the Twilight believers, who have corrupted the old Pope St. Francis, and used this place as a hiding place to lead the devout believers who believe in the Holy Light astray, I don't know how many believers are affected in the Silver Fortress now, but one thing is certain, This number must be more than anyone could have imagined. ”

"Therefore, His Holiness the Pope has given me an extremely difficult task, so that the believers of the Silver Fortress can completely return to the embrace of the Holy Light, and conventional means cannot be cured, we need a stronger Holy Light to illuminate every corner of the Silver Fortress, therefore, I followed the advice of His Holiness the Pope and temporarily created the Holy See of the Sun, which will shine in all directions until all the filth is removed!"

The solemn scepter's determination was so decisive that it sent everyone into horror.

"But someone must be responsible for this accident, Kidd, you take a break for a while, and I will find someone to replace you as the head of the referee."

Archbishop Kidd licked his chapped lips and said in a deep voice, "Obey, Pope's decree. ”