Vasily was going mad, he hated that he didn't have the same good life as his master. If he could also "devour spirits", he would have become a king among the flame horses. Not only that, but he also wants to change the fate of the Flame War Horse race. Let them no longer be the mounts of other races, but become the masters of other races.

Horses also have mounts, but what would a horse's mount look like, or a horse riding on the back of a creature?

But when he thought about it, Vasily still felt that he had to be a mount. Although he felt that it was a great waste for his master to destroy the soul of the Archbishop of Light. But doesn't this just show the courage and mind of the owner?

He is declaring to all the subjects of darkness that we have won this war! The Holy See of Light will disappear from the continent of Aya, and the Pope's soul will be his most delicious meal!

The dark army is boiling!

They rushed towards the main hall of light even more bravely, and the light army was forced to retreat one after another, and at this moment they were crowded in front of the gate of the main hall.

Dawn is coming.

Omako looked up and glanced into the sky. It won't be long before night will be replaced by day. But he firmly believes that this does not mean that darkness is about to be replaced by light.

For the Bright Sect, the days are gradually improving, but helplessly, their combat power is not much.

Laudrielos was stopped behind by three rows of Light Warriors and two rows of Light Priests, and he glared angrily at the dark creatures that kept pouring up the steps of the main temple. His eyes were blood-red, his sockets were bloodshot, the green tendons on his forehead were protruding, and his face was also green.

The Dark Army is like a mad beast of war, and everything in front of them is bloody. They spread their claws and squeaked their fangs, trying to remove the remaining foes in front of them.

The steps paved with ivory white jade were now dyed red. It was as if in the early morning to put on a new red carpet for this sacred temple.

Laudelos directs all the auxiliary Light Priests to save lives as much as possible. But at the moment, he seemed so powerless. Maybe he already knew in his heart that no matter how much he tried to save it, it would be in vain. From the moment Eludak and Servima died, he felt helpless like never before.

The death of the cardinals of Huimingos and Aqakaca......

The death of Archbishop Eludak and Archbishop Rousima......

Countless elders and bishops have died......

The Fall of 100,000 Cultists of Light......

This seems to mean that the war is coming to an end.

In the main hall of light, Pope Saomin reverently looked up at the sky, and above his head, a thick white mist was constantly rolling. He stared at it stupidly, and didn't even glance outside the hall.

With both hands, he put his hands on the armrests of the holy chair, and he struggled to support his fat body.

Laudrilos tilted his head and saw the change of the Pope in the main hall. He felt a little comforted that the Pope had found some way, or that he had been inspired by the God of Light.

"Defend the main temple of light, and never let these filthy creatures step into the sacred hall!" Laudrielos tried to keep his voice louder, but he couldn't hide the exhaustion in his body that could be heard from his voice.

The Four Dark Elders returned to Omako's side, under the steps of the main hall.

Omako looked at Laudrilos on the steps and said, "Since they won't let us in, we're going to kill them all and step on their so-called sacred bodies!"

Hearing this, the souls of the dark creatures seemed to burn violently. What appeared to them was not a threat to their lives, but the most sumptuous and delicious meal.

The sky gradually brightened, and Zhao Yan and the others also loomed out of the darkness and followed behind the dark army. They paused under the statue of the God of Light and continued to watch the battle in the distance. From their vantage point, they could see the area of the Pope's Holy Chair in the main hall. Although the pope is relatively small in their eyes, it is enough for them to observe the whole situation.

Saomin took a few steps back, then swayed from side to side, as if his feet were weak and his body was unbalanced. Vovoto raised his head slightly, resisting the urge to go up and help him, and closed his eyes and prayed reverently.

He was tempted to ask, "Is there a metaphor?" but he never asked, and the result was still in his heart.

Saomin raised his hand slightly, as if he was grasping something upward. But there was nothing in front of him.

Without warning, a white light suddenly flashed in the hall. Eventually, the white light only lingered for a second, stinging the eyes that were staring directly at them, and then poured into the Pope's body. The Pope didn't feel anything, as if nothing had happened.

A ripple rippled across his calm face, and his eyes were full of anticipation. He took a step forward, but instead of falling in front of him, he remained in the void.

He squinted at the white mist in the heights, and the mist was much calmer at the moment, and under the pure but monotonous white, it seemed as if only he could see the mystery in it.

In the next moment, the Great Temple of Hadi seemed to become a world without breathing. The war suddenly stopped, the Army of Light turned around, and the dark creatures looked up and watched the Pope's every move.

The Pope walked diagonally upward, and with each step he landed, a dreamy staircase of white light appeared out of thin air. When walking on a flat path, his body can't help but tilt and lose its balance. But at this moment, he was walking mid-air on the staircase of the void, and his body was so balanced.

Everyone followed the Pope's footsteps from afar, judging his destination, and finally turned their heads one hundred and eighty degrees, and their eyes fell on the statue of the god of light that reached into the sky.

Could it be that the Pope wants to climb thousands of meters into the air to touch the divine power of the God of Light?

After a short half-minute of stunnedness, the world began to roar like a wildly panting beast. The creatures of darkness continue to bite the bodies of the Legion, who defend the Holy See with the last of their strength and life.

The disparity in strength between the two sides has led to no suspense about victory or defeat at this moment. It is impossible for a few thousand light armies to stop hundreds of thousands of dark armies.

Everything is only a matter of time, maybe the Great Lich and the Flame Bone Emperor will release top-level magic at this moment, and there will be few of these thousands of Light Army left. But they all chose to remain silent and preserve their magic, because they knew very well that the Pope of this main hall might be even more difficult to deal with than the 100,000 Bright Army.

Even though he seemed so obese, as well as frail. However, he is Saomin.

Pope of the Holy See of Light, Saomin!

A strong man in the SK realm, Saomin!

Following Zhao Yan's gaze, the mad dragon and the others also looked at the straight white sculpture above their heads. Amaya sighed, "Who made such a tall sculpture?"

Zhao Yan looked up at the sky and said lightly: "No one can do this." But if they do a good job of sculpting it on the ground, it is not difficult for the power of the Pope to erect it. ”

The mad dragon said: "What the boss said makes sense. Judging from the current situation, does the Pope plan to go to heaven to communicate with the God of Light?"

The Pope communicates with the God of Light, and it feels very strange to say more. Although Zhao Yan didn't believe that there was a god in this world, if the Pope really did that, he didn't dare to guarantee what kind of power he would release.

The Pope's pace was slow, his body balanced, pausing with each step. With each step he ascended, the darkness in the sky suddenly parted, as if the morning would brighten earlier than usual as he stepped towards the sky.

The Pope was fat, but his steps were light, and no one heard the sound of the soles of his feet and the levitating staircase. But every time he took a step up the ladder, the souls of the dark creatures seemed to be swept by a gale. Many of the low-level dark creatures in front of them were already trembling with their bodies curled.

Laudielos was already physically and mentally exhausted, but the majesty and power of the Pope were deeply affected and his lost confidence was regained. The Illuminati are his sharp weapons, and the Pope is his solid backing. With these, he believes that as long as he persists, he will definitely succeed.

Absolute obstacle!

A white translucent barrier covered him for a hundred meters, enveloping the Light Priest and Mage at the core. In the next moment, countless streaks of white light flew from his palms and melted on the body of the Light Warrior, turning into a constantly rotating protective technique.

A mouthful of blood spurted from Laudrilos's mouth, and he gritted his teeth as he continued to prop up the Absolute Barrier to prevent the fragile light mages from being hit by dark creatures attacking from a distance. The Shadowhunter's attack gave him a lot of headaches.

"Archbishop Lauder, go back to the main hall and rest!" the priest of light, who was closest to Laudrielos, looked at him with a sad expression, and as he spoke, he cast a physical nourishing holy spell for him.

Laudielos didn't care to wipe the blood from the corner of his mouth, he didn't even look at the Light Priest beside him, and said, "Don't waste the holy power on me, I can still hold on!"

The priest hurriedly said, "You are so tired! Go to the main hall and rest for a while!

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"You can't hold out for five minutes without absolute obstacle!"

The priest knew that Ladrielos was right, but he was also worried about the archbishop's health, and wondered: "But you ......"

"I don't care, if the Holy See of Light is gone, our fate will be ruined. In order to protect the Holy See and defend the dignity of the God of Light. Aqakaca, Chemendos, Eludac, and Servant Sima have all died, and as the head of the archbishop, as long as I can still move, I will never let these filthy things step into the main hall!"

"Lord Lauder......"

Laudelos turned, reached out and patted the priest on the shoulder, his cloudy gaze shining brightly. "Fight well, with your heart. ”

The pastor's eyes were filled with tears, and he gritted his teeth and said, "Yes......"

"Lao Cha, you say, is it possible to interrupt it with our strength?" Zhao Yan circled around the cylindrical sculpture with a diameter of about 100 meters, stroked it with his hand, and said suddenly.

Everyone was blinded by Zhao Yan's inexplicable sentence.

Bilsfield raised her head, her eyes blinked, and said, "Big brother, if this pillar is broken, it will fall." ”

Zhao Yan said: "I just want it to fall." ”

Amya looked stunned and sighed, "I understand, Yan, you want to destroy this sculpture!"

Zhao Yan smiled and said, "I heard Vovoto say that this statue of the God of Light is the most majestic of all the statues of the God of Light in the Aya Continent, and it can be said that it is the embodiment of the dead of the God of Light. It symbolizes the majesty of the Holy See of Light and is also a sign of the splendor of the Holy See. He raised his head, glanced at the faintly lit sky, and said, "Now the Pope is also moving towards it, and in that case, we will cut it down." One is to cut off the roots of the Holy See, and the other is to make it impossible for the Pope to succeed!"

The dragon praised: "Boss, you are so crazy! You even dare to cut a god!"

Birsfei had some doubts on her face and said, "Big brother, if you do this, you will directly blaspheme the gods." This is ...... for you I'm afraid it's not good for you!"

Zhao Yan approached Bilsifei and said with a smile: "In secular terms, isn't it blasphemous that we are in alliance with the Dark King? But what kind of gods are we blaspheming? We have blasphemed the God of Light? But what does the God of Light have to do with us?"

"And ......," Zhao Yan stood with his hands in his hands, and continued, "I never believed in the existence of gods on the Aya Continent. I think our next actions will confirm this. If the God of Light really exists, he will definitely protect his sculpture from being destroyed, right?" he smiled happily and said, "Actually, it doesn't matter if there is a god. Don't we just curry favor with the God of Darkness while blaspheming the God of Light?"

Bi Ersfei looked at Zhao Yan like a monster, and said in surprise: "Black ...... Dark God ......"

"Little Bi!" said Amaya, who leaned over to Belsfi, squeezed her eyebrows, and said, "Don't you agree with Yan's approach? ”

How could Bilsfi not hear the sarcasm in Emaya's words, she shook her head and said, "I'm just worried about big brother. ”

"Don't worry!" Zhao Yan patted Bi Sifei lightly on the shoulder, turned his head and said, "Lao Cha, what do you think, are you sure?"

Chucks smiled and said, "If it's the strength of a few of us, I'm really not sure. But ......" he tilted his head and glanced at the hill giant standing behind him, "With the Dream Guardian, I don't think it's a big problem." ”

Zhao Yanxi said: "That's right! I actually forgot about them! They are the real main force to sabotage this matter!"

"Piruru, Cassisi, come here and smash this pillar!"

The hill giants couldn't hold back for a long time, and when they saw that there was finally a place to vent, they immediately surrounded the sculpture of the God of Light. They are also self-aware, and go into a state of frenzy before attacking.

The last wave of the Bright Army was still struggling to hold on, and although Laudreros was exhausted, he still held on to the Absolute Barrier, saving the lives of many Light Mages. But despite this, the casualties of the Light Army are still increasing dramatically, but the number of dark creatures that accompany them has also increased considerably.

The steps of the main hall, which are more than ten meters high, seem to be paved flat by the accumulation of corpses.

The sound of fighting and shouting outside the hall resounded in the sky and echoed in the Guangming Compound for a long time. The hall was unusually quiet, especially around the Pope, as if no noise could get close to him.

At this moment, he was already more than fifty meters in the air of the main hall, and there was still half of the way before he could touch the white smoke with his hands.

"God, in the time of Pope Taristotle II, you said that the light is the light of the Holy See, and the divine is the power of light. ”

Saomin looked reverently at the heights, and his steps quickened a little.

"God, in the days of Pope Louis Adalus, you said that all life that rejects light will be regarded as darkness. ”

Saomin reached out as if he were touching something in front of him.

"God, in the days of the great Pope de Caesar, you said that the light is the embodiment of justice, and that darkness will be removed by light. ”

The wrinkles on Saomin's face were like deep furrows, and his pale countenance was like that of a dying man.

"God! In the time of the Great Pope Xiu Kewen, you once said that the existence of the Holy See of Light was to bring peace to the mainland. The Pope exists to eradicate all evil that breeds within the light. ”

Saomin's eyes flickered, as if tears were oozing from his sockets.

"O God, in my time of Saomin, say something......"

Saomin looked into the distance expectantly, and the myths he knew were all spoken by the great popes themselves. This means that the God of Light has appeared in the continent of Aya, unless what comes out of their mouths is a lie.

Will the great popes lie? Saomin could not guarantee it, but he believed that they would not dare to blaspheme the gods.

In that case, how dare they fabricate myths?

Great God! Am I, Saomin, not qualified to be the Great Pope? With Saomin here, it is impossible for the Holy See of Light to be destroyed!

Although our disciples are almost dead, their strength is beyond their control.

Saomin advanced another twenty meters at this moment, and he was getting closer and closer to the white mist. What was in that white mist, only he knew. Perhaps, he didn't know either.

Saomin stretched out his old hand, showing a glimmer of longing for what he was about to achieve.

Boom, bang, bang, knock, knock......

Suddenly, like an earthquake, under the protection of multiple layers of holy arts, the main hall of light, which was not affected by the Flame Bone Emperor's "terrain change", also trembled violently.

The illusory staircase under Saomin's feet suddenly disappeared, but despite this, the powerhouse of the realm could float in mid-air without the need for flying skills. He raised his head, and the vicissitudes of life seemed to be ten years old.

The white mist above his head tumbled violently, and then vanished. In the main hall of light, everything returned to calm.

What's going on?

"Aha

Chux glanced at the mad dragon and said, "Old man, forget it! I see that you feel sorry for your knife, and you didn't cut it hard at all." ”

When Chaxx said this, the dragon was a little embarrassed and said, "Look, I'm not joking...... With the Hill Giants here, do you need me to be old maniac?"

Looking at the damage caused to the ground by the collapse of the sculpture, Belsfi couldn't help but have a melancholy look on her face, and sighed: "I just hope that this fallen pillar doesn't hurt people......

Monamon and Bilsfi felt the same way, hugging her tightly from behind.

The atmosphere gradually calmed down, and the collapse of the sculpture opened a gap in one side of the Great Temple. Looking through the gap, there was a hint of red rising between heaven and earth.

Everyone stared at the red dot thoughtfully.

The compound faces the direction of the Luoya coast, and there are long craters on the ground that are as deep as 100 meters. The crater leads to a distance of several kilometers, and it seems that the sculpture of the god of light has also sunk to the bottom of the sea.

Zhao Yan exhaled deeply, and said in his heart: "If there is really a god on the continent, what kind of story will happen to the God of Light and the God of the Sea when he sinks to the bottom of the sea?"