Chapter Twenty-Five: The Light Returns

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Joseph stood on a certain platform, from here he could overlook the entire Royal Academy and most of the imperial capital, looking at the buildings next to each other, the flow of people was weaving, converging here in all directions, this leads to all directions, after looking at it for a long time, you will feel this deep and complex indescribable feeling.

Joseph holds a book in his hand, an ancient book that records the "miracles" of the Holy Maiden two hundred years ago. Even if history is so true, over a long period of time, it will gradually feel untrue when viewed through the eyes of later generations. This destroys the ancient and decaying, and this is crushed along the way, which is like a description of a third-rate adventure story...... Do saints really exist?

"Golden magic ......," Joseph muttered in a low voice, "Magic is divided into five departments, and the academy also refers to this to teach students according to their aptitude, but golden magic ...... I've never seen it, only in the book of the Holy See of Light that celebrates the merits of saints, it is described that it is the unique power of God. Oh, isn't the Pope the representative of God on earth, why haven't I seen him use golden magic? ”

"It's weird." Joseph shook his head, thinking back to the mysterious mercenary described by student Jones, "Should I go to the mercenary guild and retrieve the files?" ”

At this time, in Joseph's sight, somewhere southeast of the imperial capital, a golden light suddenly rose.

"Huh?" Joseph's expression was shocked, "What is that, a ninth-order flying powerhouse?" ”

As far as he knew, there were indeed two Ninth Orders in the imperial capital, one was in the imperial court, and the other was said to have lived for more than two hundred years as the president of the Magic Association...... However, more than ten years ago, it was said that the president was in retreat and meditating, and now there is no news, so it is estimated that it is very suspenseful.

The golden light carrying the vague figure rose all the way, rising high...... Leaving a pale golden trail in the air along the way.

The more Joseph looked at it, the more strange his expression became, and at this time, this white-gold light had penetrated the entire sky of the imperial capital, as if a huge pillar of light had descended from the sky.

"Don't tell me it's the light that has been gone for two hundred years." Joseph looked at a girl in the golden light with a dull expression, and the word "saint" could not stop coming out under the years of indoctrination.

When he saw the figure that made people feel the urge to kneel disappear into the clouds, and seemed to leave in a certain direction, Joseph suddenly became a spirit, and immediately blessed himself with the levitation technique, and the magic elevator did not do, and flew directly to the ground.

He's going to have to go to those old friends.

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The Holy See of Light in the Holy Mountain, in the depths of the Imperial Palace, the Magic Association, the Mercenary Guild...... Almost at the same moment, people from all sides sensed the indescribable vastness and calm aura that suddenly appeared.

The imperial capital, the low-level or upper-class, rangers who can only do a few lame kung fu, masters of the genre who have been famous for a long time, and great magicians who have devoted themselves to experiments, have all begun to riot because of this short-lived holy light.

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No matter how low-key it is, it will shine like a firefly in the night.

Cen Hanhan deeply felt the correctness of this sentence. And she is the sun in the night, directly blinding other people's eyes.

"Or I'll say that I fell into a certain cliff, got a copy of the 'Holy Light Cultivation' secret book, and worked hard to cultivate for more than ten years before I have the strength to drag now?"

Cen Hanhan had a whim, and then he really felt that this was very ****.

Now that the most significant features have been exposed, Cen Hanhan has no choice, and with the idea that his performance will definitely be deducted, he flew directly to the final battle site in the northwest for a distance.

Although above the clouds, Cen Hanhan still felt a few obscure breaths following her, and she sighed, knowing that this was probably the highest combat power of the Human Empire. After making sure that she had flown out of the imperial capital for a long distance, she found a sparsely populated place and landed, and the aura that she had barely followed by some method disappeared.

Cen Hanhan was walking in an unknown forest, and when he passed by a small pool, he looked at the figure in the water. Long hair is sagging, and the skin that can be broken by blowing is flawless.

"Hey, what's the matter now?" Cen Hanhan looked in the mirror for a while and nodded narcissistically, "The cloak is gone, and the identity is almost exposed." ”

In order to rescue and save the final performance, Cen Hanhan could only go to the final battle site as soon as possible before the matter fermented.

"But you can't use the flying ones, or the group will definitely follow them again." Cen Hanhan was also annoyed, "Holy Light" really has a special and extraordinary significance on this continent.

"Now I hope the elves, dwarves, orcs won't know." Cen Hanhan picked up a branch and waved it in front of him, "When the major races gather, do I want to sit down with them and have a drink together, or do I all touch the heads of a group of old men and say with a smile, 'Good job boys'?" ”

After thinking about it for a while, Cen Hanhan decided not to think about it, she would vomit......

"Well, I definitely won't find out, it's so far away, no matter how reasonable you are, you won't know it all at once, and those who have a lot of hearts in the human race don't know how long it will take to reveal it to other races." Cen Hanhan nodded firmly.

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North, Orc Altar.

The old shaman looked excited, and despite the dissuasion of his entourage, he dragged his old body and walked into the orc hall in the opposite posture. At this time, the beastmaster of this generation was having a regular meeting with his courtiers, and when he saw the great shaman come in with a flushed face, the shaman's status as a high status among the orcs made everyone stand up.

"The Great Shaman......

"Holy Maiden, Holy Maiden!" The Great Shaman spoke loudly, holding a glimmering stone in his hand.

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Elven Forest.

The lifespan of elves is generally as long as three or four hundred years, perhaps in the war of two hundred years ago, many elves were killed in battle, or left with crippled roots, unable to live, but the generation of children who watched their parents charge into battle have grown up.

The Elven King wore a long white and cumbersome dress, standing at the highest point of the Elemental Tower, looking at the slightly undulating forest sea below, and once again fell into deep thought.

The distant sunset was heavy, slowly shrinking into the mountains, the dusk orange light also shone through, and the shadows of the elemental towers swayed gently in the green forest sea.

"The saint once said that she liked it very much." The Elven King's beautiful face showed a trace of memory, and her eyes seemed to pass through a large forest, and she saw the figure she longed for two hundred years ago.

The long dress on her body is completely imitated in the style of the saint on the day of parting.

Then at a certain moment, on the top of the magic wand held by the Elf King, a brilliant gem suddenly shone on its own, and unlike usual, this time the light was golden.

The Elven King lost his mind in an instant.

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Dwarven Castle.

A muscular, sturdy dwarf was striking the boiling iron in the boiler with the Storm's Hammer when a long sword that had been placed on the top shattered.

The debris fell to the ground, and the stout dwarf stared blankly, completely oblivious to the work at hand.

"I/Grass."

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The ideal is beautiful, and the reality is skinny. Cen Hanhan wishfully felt that the rest of the continent would not be aware of her existence, but she really underestimated people's wisdom.

She has left countless footprints, and she has also unknowingly left tokens. The Holy Light has been preserved by various skilled craftsmen and elemental geniuses, and in today's era when magic and martial arts are more prosperous, the results of countless ancestors' painstaking research have been interpreted.

The Light has reappeared.