The continent of Atlantis. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

Today is undoubtedly a day of glory and pride for those who believe in the Light.

Half a year ago, Archbishop Frisse claimed that he had received an oracle from St. Antonis, that messengers of light and truth would come to the church tonight to dispel darkness and fear and comfort the souls of the dead.

Although the Light has become the dominant belief in the Seven Kingdoms of Atlantis since the fall of both the Great God and the Divine Gods, since then, devout believers have never seen any saints above the rank of quasi-god.

Now, six hundred years have passed, and the sacred relics have long since weathered away, and only the Holy Light is still providing a steady stream of power for the believers.

God descends―

If such a prophecy appeared in the mouth of others, it might be scoffed at.

But when it was told by the legendary Archbishop Leon Friesis, who had participated in several "Dawn Wars" against the Night Race and provided accurate prophecies to the Church many times, the sensational effect could be imagined.

Now, the archbishop, dressed in a silver-rimmed white robe and a round crown, stood on a high platform with a silver-topped scepter encrusted with emeralds, looking down at the devout believers below, his surging white beard trembling slightly in the breeze.

A cloud of purifying light enveloped his entire body, and the light waves flowed like a god.

Behind him, there were bishops and paladins sent by the monarchs or churches of various countries on the land, whose strength was at least above the golden rank, all dressed in strict clothes and with solemn expressions.

On the floating island, which is connected by seven roads and bridges, countless spontaneous worshippers have gathered around the temple, arms outstretched towards the sky, and their eyes are full of devotion.

The Light Elves dance around the Sanctuary, and thousands of blessed candles are lit to reflect the light of the Heart of Glory suspended at the top of the Sanctuary.

Even those who hold a neutral belief and just come to the floating island to join in the fun, when they see such a grand scene, they can't help but feel a kind of respect and piety from the bottom of their hearts.

"Believers!"

The scepter was raised aloft, and the audience fell silent.

"Believers, today, six hundred years after the fall of God, the messenger of light and truth is about to come again. Tonight, the skies of Atlantis will be illuminated by the Holy Light. Archbishop Frisis raised his right hand slowly, looking at the light of the glorious heart at the top of the church, his eyes full of reverence, "May the power of the light and the grace of the Holy Spirit always be with you all." ”

"May the power of the Light and the grace of the Holy Spirit be with us." The sound of prayer rang out from every corner of the floating island.

At this time, a silver light suddenly appeared above the temple, passing through the clouds, and the soft light and mist instantly wrapped the entire temple, gorgeous and solemn.

The archbishop's hand holding the scepter began to tremble slightly, and all the bishops and paladins were overjoyed; The believers' eyes were filled with tears and they were touched by the grace of the Holy Spirit.

The clouds spread out layer by layer from the very bottom, and the silver brilliance became more and more intense.

With the bishop's blessing and the praises and prayers of the faithful, the last thin cloud finally dissipated, and the heart of glory suspended at the top of the sanctuary shone brightly, and the blue spots of light shook in the silver light.

A transparent shadow emerges in the light, first with an elegant silhouette and then gradually taking shape.

An angel has descended!

However, it was then that the situation changed.

The blessed candles on the ground are extinguished in an instant, and praise and prayer turn into a piercing magic sound.

The silver light that broke through the clouds dimmed for a moment, and then turned a purple-red with an aura of terror and destruction.

Everyone was caught off guard by this sudden sight, and the archbishop, who was standing at the front of the altar, opened his eyes wide in astonishment.

It's-

Black wings were wrapped in chaos and an ominous halo, long strands of hair stretched and danced wildly, and angry purple light radiated from their eyes—the "angel" that the believers had been waiting for day and night was swaying down from the sky with eternal hellfire burning all over their bodies.

Everyone present did not expect that what the Guardians of the Holy Light had been waiting for was a fallen angel......