Recorded in the annals of history, the fourth major battle in the Aya Continent in the past hundred years has only begun in the true sense.

An army of 800,000 darkness poured into the Great Temple of Light, as if to announce that this sacred place no longer had light. They will flood everything with darkness.

The 80,000 army of light blocked the main hall of light, blocking the door of the main hall and separating it in a swallow shape, like a pocket waiting for the dark army to enter.

The Dark Army knew that this was a formation that was not in their favor, but they were fearless and still fought forward.

Kill one and injure ten, what's the matter?

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The waves are turbulent, the shouts are loud, and when has the Great Temple of Joy, which carries every detail of the history of the Holy See of Light, ever been so desolate?

But that's how dramatically it happened.

When the Death Knight Hypein arrived at the Temple of Light with the Death Knight army and the vanguard of the Dark Army, all the cardinals of the Holy See came out and raised their hands to the sky, creating a white area of light.

White grows in the dark night, it is so dazzling. The cardinal's gaze was intent, unfazed by the onslaught of attacks that were surging in front of him. With the efforts of the cardinals, the area of light gradually enlarged, and finally merged into an area of about a square kilometer, and gradually spread towards the compound of light.

At the same time, the 10,000 Light Warriors and Light Marksmen behind the Cardinal spontaneously formed a defensive formation to contend with the oncoming Dark Army.

Death horses escaped from the flames and rushed towards the white forest of the Bright Army with horror and rage. They rushed deep into the forest, crushing countless trees before they collapsed. The Army of Light was quick to fill the gap, but it was still unable to stop the dark frenzy that was spreading tightly. They are like pervasive liquids, penetrating from every corner that can penetrate into the interior of the Army of Light.

Soon, the vanguard of the two armies fought each other.

The white area still spreads over the Guangming compound, illuminating almost the entire compound. Gradually, however, the light became too weak to move closer to Omako and the Dark Elders.

Several cardinals fell, and the burly voice of Hypein appeared in the darkness. The death horse in his crotch seemed to be complacent about the cardinal's hard bite on the thigh, and he roared, longing for his master to continue attacking a second target.

Although the cardinals fell one by one, the white light they released did not perish because of their destruction. The countless angel statues in the Guangming Compound, bathed in white light, seemed to suddenly come to life. Their white jade skin glowed with a soft light, but the stone eyes were still like dead things, but that didn't affect their power.

The angel remained in place, but a white pillar of light of about half a meter suddenly appeared out of thin air between every two adjacent angels. The dark creatures illuminated by the pillar of light only let out a terrible scream, and then turned into powder in the darkness, without even a complete corpse.

How many angel statues in the Bright Compound are? How dense are the 800,000 dark armies in the Bright Compound, and as soon as the angelic light pillar comes out, how many tens of thousands of dark troops will be destroyed in an instant?

The numerous pillars of white light formed a dense network, and the divine aura emanating from the pillars of light made the dark creatures feel very uncomfortable. They were careful not to touch the rays of light.

The formation of the Angelic Light slices the Dark Army in two. When Hypein looked back, the dark army in the middle was trapped in the spider web composed of angelic light and did not dare to move at will, and the dark army gathered on the level of Omako was even more on the spot. There were hundreds of thousands of vanguard troops led by Hai Peiyin, but how could they compete with the 80,000 Bright Army?

Hypein's activity attracted the attention of the cardinals, who concentrated their efforts on targeting Hypein. Although most of these cardinals are high-ranking SS-level priests, there are also a few SSS-level figures, and when it comes to real confrontation, Hypein can't take much advantage.

It was only when Hypein was at his poorest that Psiredo appeared. Every wisp of black smoke drifted away, and a man was destined to fall under his dagger.

Hai Pei was extremely excited, and rushed directly into the formation of the Bright Army.

The black clouds in the sky were tumbling and tumbling, as if they were about to step down, and the layers of black fog were like substances, slowly descending, gradually covering the white light.

Meimi Messi's body bloomed like a lotus flower, and the magical energy in his palm flashed continuously. This is exactly what his top magic "Nightfall" is.

However, the night did not fall as he had hoped. In the distance of his gaze, between the main entrance of the main hall of light, a dazzling white light flickered, like the rising moon, which was the most dazzling in the dark night.

This white light was none other than Archbishop Laudrilos. He knew that Memmemia wanted to cover the light of the angel statue with the fall of night, and only then could the dark army approach the main temple of light. However, looking at the entire Holy See of Light, it is needless to say that the Pope who has stepped into the SK realm is needless to say. Next, apart from Hui Mingdos and Achakaka, the only ones who could shield the night from falling were their three archbishops.

The white light was like a blasting flame, radiating countless white pillars of light in all directions, dispersing all darkness.

The angel sculpture seems to show a bright smile, and the angelic light is like a holy sword held in the hand, dancing heartily.

The strength of the Dark Archelder and the Archbishop of Light is not much different, and the defeat of Memi Messi does not prove how bad his strength is. On the Aya continent, how many people can really come out of the nightfall?

Omako didn't say anything, and looked ahead indifferently. His face was devoid of the excitement he had when he first stepped into the Great Temple of Eddy. This is the last battle with the Holy See of Light, and he has to treat it with the most serious mentality!

Either the enemy is destroyed, or I am destroyed!

Whether it is the hatred of thousands of years, but the survival of the future, on the Aya Continent, the Holy See of Light and the Temple of Darkness, there can only be one side!

Thinking of Odris, thinking of Mossalud, Omarko's heart became more and more determined.

He raised his head, and without saying anything, a layer of black smoke rose from the rear of the army. The black smoke drifted towards Omako's head, then retracted sharply, forming black shadows suspended in mid-air.

Omako looked up at the bat-like flying object. They have a pair of large wings about five meters wide when spread out, and a cobra-like head, and they open their mouths and a scythe-like black steel tongue swaying back and forth.

"Night Dancers, I'm curious to know if headless angels mean fall. Omaco pointed forward and said coldly.

Squeak squeak!

With a mouse-like cry, the white night dancers hovering above Omako roared towards the sky of the Bright Compound. They flew wildly in midair, their red eyes flashing sharply, indicating that their target had been locked on. They swooped with their wings flapping, their heads wide open, and swept past their targets as they spat out their scythes.

In the next second, they drew a graceful arc in the black sky, and the angel statue behind them was only a headless body.

The headless angel seems to really mean the fall. Because they are no longer able to cast the light of the angels.

Under the opening path of the Night Dancer, the angelic light gradually faded.

Omako stretched out his arms, and behind him seemed to be a huge face formed by black smoke. Seeing this face, Meimi Messi and the other dark elders were in awe.

Although Odris is dead, his majesty has not died in the slightest.

Omako's hands shook violently, and the black face exploded, converging into a black pillar and rising into the sky.

At the same time, Omako shouted: "The whole army is attacking!"

At this moment, it is a real black tsunami! All life seems so insignificant in front of it.

Zhao Yan and the others followed behind Omako, but they also kept a certain distance from him. As the Dark King, he may be the most powerful of his own strength, but he will definitely not be the safest.

Under the impact of the tsunami of dozens of dark armies, the hundred-meter main hall of light actually seemed so small at this moment. Pope Saomin stood in the middle of the main hall gate, looking up at the roar that was approaching him.

Vovoto held his fat body, fearing that he would be overturned by the fluctuations caused by the million-strong army.

Saomin waved his hand at Vovoto, and glanced at the surging Dark Army with a tired face. Vovoto held his right hand, and he held out his left hand, the tip of his index finger slightly in midair.

A ripple rippled from the fingertips.

The ripples, though they made the air turbulent and the scenery distorted, were so soft. It's just that this spatial distortion is rapidly surging towards the Dark Army, and every meter of movement seems to increase its power exponentially. The energy contained in that ripple seems to be as deep as the bottom of the sea.

Syllable!

Ripples slammed through the dark army, and no one even saw when it came to the dark army. A soft air stream spread from the center of the Dark Army, sweeping through every dark creature that advanced.

The dark creatures slowed down, and those that were still in a jumping position, suspended in mid-air, fell slowly at a very slow pace. The light in their eyes was no longer so flexible, just blinking slowly. The whole battlefield seemed to stand still, and time did not stop, but every movement was so stiff.

The blue flame in Memmi Messi's skull seemed to be swept by a gust of wind, fluctuating, and he said lightly: "Time is slow. ”

In the next moment, countless rays of white light exploded in the dark army, turning into arcs of white light that cut wildly. Any thick body, hard armor looks so fragile under this white arc. It seems to be able to split mountains and cut the earth.

Meimi Messi's voice intensified a lot, and said, "Space Cutting!"

Omako was silent, his gaze already flying over the battlefield in front of him and landing on the Pope's old face.

The scene in front of him made Zhao Yan shudder.

How much power does the Pope's seemingly frail and old body contain?

He just struck the air with a tap, and the lives of tens of thousands of dark creatures were gone.

Zhao Yan couldn't help but think of when he first came to the Aya Continent. The battle between the Great Pope Xiu Kewen and the Seven Sages against the Ten Thousand Year Fire Infant had never been so touched as much as today.

The stronger the strength, the more I feel my inadequacy. The more I learned, the more I realized how little I knew.

For the Cultists of Light, the Pope's attack just now was ideal enough. But there was no trace of excitement on Saomin's face, and he whispered, "Vovoto, help me in, it's time to accept the god of light." ”

"Yes, Your Holiness ......the Pope," Vovoto said, apprehensively, and helped Saomin to turn around.

Zhao Yan's sudden rebellion had a great impact on him, after all, he was mainly responsible for the future of the Bright Sect and the Aiying Kingdom. And Zhao Yan's request to send troops to the Great Temple of Yudi was also conveyed by him, and he fully supported it. Of course, if it was all for the sake of the Holy See, he naturally didn't have to blame himself. But in his arms, he carried a goblin tent that hid five thousand amethyst coins.

Saomin turned around and said lightly: "Archbishops, God said, fight for the light and die well. ”

The three archbishops bowed slightly to the Pope, and the servant Sima said, "Don't worry, Your Excellency, we will not fail!"

The Pope didn't say anything more, but silently walked towards the main hall of light. The gate was still a kilometer away from his Holy Seat, which was not too far for them as strong men. But at this moment, the Pope's back seems to be much older, and every step seems to be very difficult, which really makes people worry about whether he can complete the kilometer distance.

But luckily, he has a vovoto by his side. With his support, at least the Pope will not fall.

"Vovoto, do you have something on your mind?" asked the Pope suddenly.

Vovoto was slightly stunned and speechless.

The Pope added: "Don't worry, every decision you make is for the sake of the Holy See." God says that even the most devout believers can make mistakes. ”

Vovoto was a little moved, and said lightly: "Your Excellency, Your Majesty, ......"

Saomin took a few heavy breaths, raised his head and glanced at the high steps in the distance, and said, "The Holy See must not be destroyed in my hands......! Let's take a few quick steps, and I already feel the presence of God......"

Vovoto's face was suspicious, and he stopped talking, and finally said slowly: "Your Excellency, will the parable really arrive?"

In an instant, the surroundings were surprisingly quiet.

The Pope tilted his head slowly, and a pair of old eyes looked at Vovoto.

The cold hairs on Vovoto's whole body stood up, and in an instant, it was like falling into a nightmare. The Pope's gaze was as calm as clear water, but in the depths of Vovoto's soul, it was like a gale.

"Wauvoto, just kneel here and pray!"

"The Pope's ......"

Saomin waved his hand and walked straight to the Holy Seat.

"You are not pious enough, and it is blasphemy to God to come near me. Saomin sighed and said, "Kneel...... Pray...... I hope God will forgive you......"

Vovoto said excitedly: "Your Excellency, I would rather die in battle!"

The Pope was silent, ignoring Vovoto, still shuffling forward. Although he is silent, it does not mean acquiescence.

Tears hung in his eyes, and he knelt down and closed his eyes silently.

The center of the battlefield of the Light and Darkness War had advanced from the center of the Guangming Compound to the Main Hall of Light, and the war was suddenly stalemate.

Countless cardinals and archelders died in battle, and their bodies did not receive the salvation of the God of Light as they had hoped. Instead of getting up and becoming skeletons and zombies, it becomes food that makes ghouls jump with excitement.

Step by step, the dark army is approaching, and they step on the corpse of the army of light, becoming a huge black machine that reaps life.

It wasn't until the advent of the archbishops that the phenomenon was slightly better.

Under the command of Susima, all the light mages acted in an orderly manner. They didn't just fan out from both sides of the Dark Army, most of the Light Mages were suspended in the sky at different heights under the maintenance of their flying magic.

As a result, the dark army has a much larger magical attack surface. However, in addition to this, the rhythm of the light mage's magic attack is also very tacit. Waves of magical frenzy either poured down in unison and uniformity, or they were struck at the Dark Army like machines that never stopped.

Eludacus rushed into the front army, and all the Light Warriors and Light Marksmen obeyed his orders. He converted all the Light Warriors into defensive machines, using their sophisticated equipment and bodies to fend off the attacks of the dark creatures, and using the archers in the rear and the sky and the light mages around him as attack weapons.

Laudrilos stood in the center of the main hall gate, in the position of the former Pope, who commanded all the Light Priests. Purposeful, regular, and rhythmic healing and blessing of the Cultists of the Light.

Compared with the Light Army, the order of the Dark Army is much more chaotic.

They have no formation, no strategy, and only rely on the roar of their generals, their own rage, and the number of their armies. But despite this, it is not something that the Bright Army can easily bear.

Hypein's attacks are characterized by rage, and Psiredo is an organized assassination. The characteristics of their attacks are also vividly reflected in the command. However, such a simple command does not bring much benefit to such a pluralistic war.

Omako, a half-human, is much better than them.

Memi Messi and Loberonitan clung to his left and right, waiting for his orders.

He didn't give this order to the two elders, but said, "Shadow hunter, stop the mages in the air!"

"Demon hunter, kill the mages of the earth!"

"Little lichs, turn those savage warriors of light into ice sculptures!"

"Skeleton Generals, use your hammers to blast the ice sculptures into crystal snowflakes!"

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