After several turns, the teleportation array of the Holy Capital finally lit up with a light from the sky, the light dissipated, and four people appeared on the teleportation platform, it was the righteous knight Lancelot who had rushed from the Divine Dragon Kingdom before, the punishment knight Gawain, the humble knight Shadow Burial, and the loyal knight Mitheus who had already inspired the power of the bloodline!

However, the atmosphere of the Holy City is not very quiet now, in the battle with the Earth God Kingdom, the Bright Empire has suffered a big loss, and has lost several cities, but because the Holy See has gathered millions of knights, it has blocked the offensive of the Earth God Kingdom, after all, no matter how strong the strong are, in the face of too many legions, it is still impossible to stop this amount of changes! Especially the Earth God Cult, which is good at life magic and lacks offensive magic power, its advantages are not outstanding.

"Is this the Holy City?" Mitheus looked at the white building in amazement, the whole city built around the Holy Mountain from low to high, full of religious atmosphere, sculptures, murals, and the sound of nuns singing poetry from the Holy Mountain.

"I've seen the High Knight!" said the person in charge of the teleportation table.

"Hmph! I'll go back to the Punishment Knight's Hall first, and when he finishes his baptism, I'll send someone to call me. Knight Gawain snorted coldly, and then shook his sleeves and left. The person in charge on the side looked at each other, where did he offend the Punishment Knight?

"Hehe, let's go up to the Holy Mountain now, His Holiness the Pope is already waiting for us. Lancelot returned to the Holy City, and finally swept away the haze brought by the giants, and said refreshedly.

Holy.

Tall pillars carved with angels, the top of the round firmament palace is also painted with various motifs about the god of light, and His Majesty the Pope, with a white beard, sits on the white throne under the top idol and says, "Welcome back, child, may the god of light be with you." ”

See the Pope. Lancelot took the lead and bowed, and Shadow Burial and Mitheus also saluted.

"Get up, today the bloodlines of the seven knights of my Holy See have gathered again, which means that my Cult of Light will have more powerful supporters, and the Church of Earth God will pay the price for what they have done, the descendants of the loyal knights, Mitheus, right?, welcome your return, now go outside the temple, and baptism!" The Pope stood up from the throne and slowly walked down the high platform, and a group of bishops accompanied the Pope to the outside of the main hall.

The eighteen-winged statue of the God of Light still stands in the center of the square, as if it were a true God of Light, looking down on the entire sacred mountain and the city below.

"The God of Light is above!" Mitheus looked up at the tall statue of the God of Light, he had followed his teacher to practice asceticism in the Emma Empire, but he had never been to the Empire of Light, nor had he ever seen the statue of a god in a real cathedral, but he still adhered to the faith of light and adhered to the code of an ascetic priest.

"The God of Light will bless you. The white scepter in the Pope's hand lightly tapped on the top of Mitheus's head, and then a white light shone down from the sun in the sky, bathing the entire holy mountain in light!

Immediately, the long sword in the hand of the eighteen-winged light god sculpture lit up with white light just like the last shadow burial, and a pure light power shone towards Mitheus!

"Boom!" In an instant, Mitheus knelt down, and the powerful light power was like a mountain, pressing him to the ground, and then black streaks of dark power like magic patterns appeared all over his body!

The Pope opened his eyes slightly, looked at Mitheus and said, "Sure enough, the power of darkness has penetrated the light, and it depends on your creation." ”

"Ahh Because the shadow burial was full of dark power all over his body, he only needed to suffer once to transform the power of the whole body, but Mitheus couldn't, his dark power and light power had almost fused, and if he wanted to completely drive out the dark power, he had to bear the devastation and pain of that light power again and again!

Mitheus knelt on the ground and wailed for half an hour! Finally, the pain gradually weakened, and he had no strength to wail, even if it was painful, he could only endure it silently! "My heart is like glass, my nature is cut by a knife, there are many pains in the world, no matter how much pain is added to my body, my original intention will not change!" Mitheus kept repeating his own philosophy in his heart, accepting the painful change.

Finally, the dark magic pattern completely disappeared from Mitheus's body, and was replaced by a powerful light force that continued to soar!Advanced Martial King!Peak Martial King!Junior Martial Emperor!Intermediate Martial Emperor!Advanced Martial Emperor!Peak Martial Emperor!"Boom!" A white force shot straight into the sky, forming a white figure silhouette in the sky, holding a scepter-like weapon, looking into the distance. Martial Emperor!

"Wow!" The Zen staff in Mitheus's hand became white, exuding light, and with the dissipation of the light on his body, the light on the Zen staff gradually dissipated, and finally like a dagger of shadow burial, white lines like cracks appeared on the Zen staff, and when he picked up his Zen staff, he seemed to have a telepathic sense of intimacy!

When the eighteen-winged light god sculpture sword stopped emitting light, and the light power that irradiated Mitheus faded, suddenly, a black point of light appeared again in the center of Mitheus's eyebrows, and then spread to the whole body, and everyone including the Pope watched in amazement as Mitheus's power increased again!

"Providence! Providence!" the Pope sighed, shook his head, and turned into the Papal Palace. Mitheus's condition reminded him of the geniuses in the Holy See a long time ago, like Mitheus, when he was very young, his cultivation of light power grew rapidly, but later, because he did not agree with the behavior of the Knight's Palace, he transformed into a dark power, and became a very famous killer on the dragon slaying list of the Assassin Guild, the Angel of Light and Darkness!

Lancelot frowned and said, "What's going on, why is your dark power reappearing?"

"I just stuck to my heart. Mitheus, who was a little prostrated all over his body, slowly stood up and said calmly.

"But now that you have the power of darkness, no one knows if it will affect the summoning of guardian angels at that time, and if you fail, do you know how serious the consequences will be?" Lancelot said solemnly.

"It has nothing to do with me, the humble knights and loyal knights left the Holy See, their descendants do not need to bear their responsibilities, if they fail, they fail, and your anger does not change anything. Mitheus said calmly.