After Anvilia reappeared in the First Tower, Xiumei's brow furrowed directly.

Her amber eyes suddenly glowed with a golden glow, and a transparent image appeared in her and Scott's pupils.

After about three or four seconds, Anvilia whispered in her trademark crisp, gentle voice, "Scott, something has happened to the Third Tower." ”

"Leave it alone, Miss. Beware of ambushes. ”

Scott shook his head and stretched out his hand to stop her: "It's just a saint who has no awakening origin." If they can't even deal with such a mere scum playing with illusions, then what's the use of them. If you need someone else in the future plan, you can just resurrect him with the dream of the Sleepless. ”

"Yes."

Anvilia nodded, agreeing with Scott's idea.

An Ruosi tilted her head suspiciously and asked, "Ms. Anvilia, has something happened?" ”

"It's not important."

Anvilia shook her head and smiled softly at Anrusi: "It's just that a believer in a false god rushed to the third tower." ”

"But that's a good word—"

Before An Ruosi could reply, a large, hoarse voice with a triple echo suddenly sounded in the air: "Because it can fully reflect your ignorance. ”

"Huh...... Purcell? Long time no see. ”

Scott sneered and took a step forward, blocking Anvilia's lead.

A cloudy light suddenly shone in his ice-blue one-eye, and a dark green flame gradually ignited from his one-eye. And his blindfold covered with white runes seemed to be trying to resist something, and the speed of flow suddenly increased.

"Exactly down there."

The husky voice with a triple echo responded.

At this point. Anros finally heard where the voice was coming from—it was coming from outside the tower.

Outside the gateless tower, on the top floor of the first tower, a full hundred and eighty meters above the ground. Someone was leaning against the wall of the tower and prayed softly: "The ungodly will suffer."

Boom -

With the prayer of the man outside. The barrier that enveloped the first tower shook violently, and even An Ruosi, who was inside the tower, could feel the ground begin to shake violently.

If he was outside, he would have been even more impressed by this attack.

A pillar of golden light with a diameter of 100 meters descended from the sky, enveloping the entire First Tower. A hexagonal pyramid-like transparent barrier rose against the outer layer of the first tower, shimmering at an extremely high frequency under the waterfall-like roar of golden flares, but it remained unbroken.

The reason why An Ruosi could feel the entire First Tower tremble was because the blazing rays of light that had been deflected by the barrier had struck the ground, burning the ground to soften.

The lava-like dark red ground swelled, emitting terrible heat. The surrounding houses burned without warning. The area around the first tower was suddenly plunged into a sea of fire.

Immediately afterward, the prayer with a triple echo continued through the barrier to the ears of the three of Anros: "Those who do not know what is right will be condemned." ”

"Let those who have mercy not deserve mercy, and who do not deserve to give, let them fall among their people and receive condemnation—"

As Cell's prayer, the pillar of light expanded rapidly at a speed visible to the naked eye, and its colors became more dazzling, illuminating the entire sky.

The diameter of the pillar of light alone was close to a kilometer. Not to mention the one that winds around the pillar of light. A terrible heat wave that distorts the air as well. The hot wind whistled, igniting everything around it, burning violently. Even wizards near the Third Tower could feel the scorched heat of the air tightening their skin.

But they don't care about it anymore at this point. They just stared blankly at the first tower that was shrouded in a pillar of light not far away, and the color of fear gradually flooded from the bottom of their eyes. Completely dye your eyes.

The muscles of their cheeks quivered, their mouths opened, and their breathing briefly stalled. Pupils dilated with fear.

The Great Enchantment above the First Tower was shattered directly by the flow of light, like glass pierced by bullets. Radial cracks emerge on the large barrier above. Patches of large enchantments with colorful runes were shot down by the stream of light, flipping in the air. Falling on the ground and breaking into large pieces of debris.

Under the watchful eyes of the wizards, the defensive barrier of the First Tower, which was overwhelmed by the surging flow of light, finally held out to the limit.

Clusters of crystal thorns exploded first, then crystal thorns became more prominent, and finally the entire defensive barrier of the first tower shattered.

Losing the protective barrier, the first tower evaporated violently under the erosion of the light current, and became smaller and smaller at a speed visible to the naked eye.

Some wizards had tears in their eyes, some witches couldn't cry, and some wizards had lost all their strength, kneeling on the ground and screaming silently.

The oldest building of the White Tower, the obelisk in the hearts of wizards, has finally collapsed.

As a prelude, crimson pillars of light, hurricanes, and thunderbolts detonated at the same time near the Sixth Ring Road. A thick hemispherical barrier slowly rises from the position of the four rings.

In the hall of the First Tower, An Ruosi felt more and more powerful vibrations, and his heart was flooded with more and more intense uneasiness.

"What the hell is ...... What's wrong? ”

Anvilia was silent. Suddenly, he stretched out his hand, held it in the air, and pulled out a silver-shiny long-handled scepter.

The head of the scepter is a half-meter-long crystal cross, the clear crystal flashes with a faint white light, and there is liquid silver on the inner wall of the crystal twisted and refracted like a snake, forming a line of prayers in praise of eternal sleep inside the crystal.

"Man comes from dust and returns to dust," Anvilia prayed softly, holding her scepter above her head, "and the time comes when all things return—"

Suddenly, the dream of the sleepless shone with a silvery-white warm light. And Anvilia's right hand, holding the scepter, began to cover it with a silver-white shell. Starting at the fingertips, it gradually spreads towards the wrist at a slow but visible pace.

Even Anvilia had a price to pay for forcibly using the Sage's artifact.

If the silver shell spreads more than halfway, these traces will not fade even if you stop using the Sleepless Dream.

At this moment, Anviglia hesitated for a moment, and then sang the second half of the prayer that Roland had once sung in front of her: "...... Thou shalt not trespass, nor delusion, nor covetous. This is true of all things, and so is everything. ”

In the next moment, the silver light that flickered from the Dream of the Sleepless suddenly shattered, turning into silver-white particles that floated around in the air.

Anvilia's three-meter-long long golden hair untied itself and fluttered in the air, impregnated with silver-white particles, turning into a pure silver-white color.

The mercury-like hue of water rose in Anvilia's eyes, but was quickly suppressed by the amber sheen.

A completely different feeling from when she had used this artifact appeared in Anvilia's mind.

She inexplicably learned that if she returned the artifact to the Sleeping Mentor now, she could directly become her Pope.

However, Anville was only tempted for a moment before rejecting her own idea.

As she reversed the ritual, the infinite magic in her body was drained by the scepter at an extremely fast speed, and passed on to the Sleeping Master.

At the same time, the sea of flowers at Anvilia's feet also spread rapidly with the blessing of the Sleeping Mentor.

Under the desperate gaze of the wizards in the inner ring, the first tower was finally completely melted away, dissolving into the air.

However, in the next moment, a large sea of flowers suddenly burst out of the void, spreading rapidly in the air with a posture that was not afraid of the blazing light flow at all, building on each other, forming a huge garden in the air.

Even the scorching stream of light immediately disintegrated as soon as it entered the sky above the garden, falling into an eternal silence.

So, Cell, realizing that he was doing useless work, stopped the magic technique.

As the pillar of light went out, a black-robed man with huge flesh wings composed of tentacles was suddenly exposed to the air.

The next moment, as if there was a crack in time, a crooked, vague trail stretched from the pavilion in the air to the back of the man in black.

More than a dozen sword lights flashed at the same time—with the momentum as if they were about to cut the space apart, the overlapping sword lights directly penetrated the figure of the man in black at the same time! (To be continued.) )