When he heard Catherine draw a drawing for a day, Wen Cheng only came up with one scene.

On that twilight day when I left the Templar Empire, the golden dome of the church suddenly overflowed with light.

"Okay, keep your eyes open," Catherine smiled as she stroked Wen Cheng's face, "keep your body like this and don't move, although you can vaguely feel Daddy's breath, but only your consciousness is infused into the Templar Source." ”

"Is it difficult to parse?" Sidgar's voice came from the headphones, "Need my help?" ”

"No, I've done this experiment with my dad before. I'll leave it to you. ”

Although the Minister of the Interior and the Minister of War summoned 300 priests to transmit the source of the Templar Dharma to the world, the concentration was much smaller because of the transmission loss, and the priests also had time to leave work, so it would not last long.

Looking up at the sky, the Black Source resembles a projection of a Boeing 747 airliner, while the Templar Source can only be described as a Gulfstream private jet.

"Experiments? Master, it turns out that you have been preparing for a long time! Wen Cheng looked pleasantly surprised.

The odds are nine!

"yes, but it failed." Catherine bent down in front of Wen Cheng and pressed her hand on the grass.

Well, down to eighty.

"Also," Catherine suddenly looked up and smiled, "and that's my extracurricular experiment in elementary school......"

Wen Cheng froze. Not Catherine's joke.

Because at this time, he who is holding an ivory staff to the sky is going to be a conductor.

And the posture is also embarrassing, kneeling on the knees with the other hand on the ground.

Hands are terrible sore.

Besides, Master, you can do it yourself.

"When the mana flow comes in, I will untie your hands, the left hand rushes in two hundred times the density, the staff will help you relieve for a while, but the tricky one is the right hand, the leyline of the Sacred Heart Hall draws a line, the time is also not long, but the first strand will be very hot, and then the two hands will be like being put into boiling water." Remember, be sure to hold out until the end of the fight. ”

"Oh, I figured it out." Wen Cheng muttered dissatisfiedly.

"Understand what?" Catherine maintained the same posture and looked at Moon Seung with concern.

The posture of the master and apprentice is indeed very strange, as if they are facing each other to make a starting action, and Wen Cheng is still holding a torch.

"Understand why you kissed me as soon as we met." Wen Cheng, who also had a red mark on his cheek, looked at Catherine dissatisfied.

"This kind of thing ......," Catherine blushed and shook her head slowly, "don't say it in front of everyone." ”

The joke was not moved by the teammates present.

On the rooftops of the two buildings, Ye Ningran and Xiaozhu watched the master and apprentice in the sniper scope motionless and breathed heavily.

"All right," Catherine's forehead flashed a white light, and her voice trembled a little, "old, daddy...... It's really crooked......"

To be precise, at this time, the source of the Templar Dharma landed on the coast of Penglaigan in the Ogasawara Islands in the Pacific Ocean, about 2,500 kilometers east of Qiantang City, and moved at a speed of 100,000 kilometers per hour.

"Would you like to help?" Moon Seung tried to press his hand on Catherine's hand.

"No......" Catherine, who frowned, suddenly pressed to the ground as if she was being pressed by a heavy object, "You can't interfere." ”

In the Grand Theater, the Municipal Consultative Meeting unfolded in an orderly manner, and to a surprise, all of them were present. But I can't do that.

The sound of tables and chairs being overturned and the sound of explosions ensuing came from the headphones, and there was no doubt that Xidejia and Xiang Jingshan were already engaged in the Great Hall.

"Look at me," Catherine, who was about to merge with the white light, looked up and smiled, "Before you receive the Templar Source, I will lead the way, you don't have to think about anything, just hold your breath and don't look around." ”

That being said, how could I possibly watch you suffer like this!

It's all too familiar to watch the woman around you suffer, but you have to watch from the sidelines.

Damn it!

But Wen Cheng could only nod.

After a while, a dazzling white light pierced the top of his head, and the space seemed to be divided.

As if being slapped from the sky by the palm of a white giant, Wen Cheng's knee was under dozens of times the pressure, and the kneecap that was about to shatter made a clattering sound.

Suddenly, the feeling is lost.

The hands suddenly glowed with more and more dazzling white light as if they were free.

Buzz. Wen Cheng trembled.

It's like a suicide bomb is close to the point of explosion, and both blood and muscle groups are trembling intensively and violently.

At that moment, he suddenly lost his pain, because the cranial nerves were almost no longer his own.

The Master is gone, the world is gone, I don't know where I am, it's just white.

You can't tell the difference between yourself and the world.

I can't tell the difference between the heart and the reality.

Underneath him, there are huge surface lines.

I'm on Master's drawings.

In squares and tall buildings with a radius of more than 300 meters, rocks, concrete squares, stairs, deep stairs, sewers...... It is engraved with a huge engraving with more than forty layers of overlapping.

In the absence of Liu Zhen, it can only be carved in one way.

In the ambulance at the corner of the square and around it, lay and sat a dozen young people who were unconscious or collapsed and panting, their bodies all kinds of light patterns had dimmed, and white smoke was scattered.

It resembles a crop circle in the wilderness, rice fields, and deserts, but it is much thicker and denser than that.

Overlapping loops. Layers of winding, spiraling, stretching, all kinds of geometric patterns. The distribution of each corner and edge is in line with the golden section.

In the center of the labyrinth of beautiful circuits, a blonde-haired lady in white looms.

White, long, eye-catching wings.

Time stopped.

The most exalted summoning ritual belonging to the Templar Empire has been initiated.

Only under such dazzling mana shuttle, in that world, the great magicians who were worshipped by the Templar Empire, subdued, and praised as the goddess of light.

It was hundreds of years ago, one of the founders of the Templar Empire, the forerunner of the priests.

Turning her spiritual core into a source of law, after dozens of generations of legends, she will always shelter that land and the people who believe in her.

"The servant Catherine Melville Sebastian hereby humbly calls to you, Schigagor Arkana Magdalena."

Catherine, who had regained her expression and stood up, was in the corner of the circle, and she bowed to the woman in the center of the circle from a distance. And Wen Cheng was still kneeling on the ground with a painful face, turning into more and more dazzling white light.

"Ah, Catherine," the Goddess of Light looked back expressionlessly, but her voice came from the sky, "Honestly, I've used all my abilities to clean up the black magic sources along the way, but Asmo's cloak-like dress is directly proportional to the injustice in his heart. ”

"You've already spoken to the Demon King?" Catherine didn't dare to look up.

"He always hoped that others would be misfortuned in order to strengthen his own existence." The woman smiled.

"The city is full of evil, infernal minions who have taken over their rightful home," Catherine said, "please guide me ......"

“…… No, please instruct my apprentice," Catherine suddenly looked up at the Goddess of Light with unwavering eyes, "instructing him to wash every corner of the world away from all evil, and restore order to the world." ”

"No," the goddess of light replied calmly, letting her body sink into the array of light while staring at the young man who was struggling in the white light.

"It's not me he needs."

Wen Cheng's consciousness was still in the white circuit body at this time, but when he opened his eyes with the tactile sensation that was about to explode, the goddess of light was close in front of his eyes.

Although she had been seen faintly before, when the Goddess of Light was incarnated, her face was so similar, although the silk robe with gold trim and cascading patterns was much more ornate, and her blonde hair was shrouded in a reassuring halo......

"Master?"