The powerful force blew the people in the square to the ground, and at this time the people could no longer care about shouting and insulting, and pulled each other one by one, so as not to be blown down by the strong wind.

It's just that in the midst of this raging wind, Father Donovan's voice came intermittently, "What, are you annoyed and angry? This is Shenghui City, and it's not your turn to be presumptuous as a little mage!"

But as soon as he finished speaking, the wind stopped, and it seemed as if nothing had happened except for the mess and the staggering crowd all over the ground.

"Don't get me wrong, I just think they're too noisy. Medea lowered her arms and said to Father Donovan with ease.

"You!", Father Donovan turned to the three justices and said, "Your Excellency, this man is so rude in the courtroom, he should be dealt with!"

"Once warned, and expelled from court if there is a repeat offense. Burnley Justice handed down the punishment without pain, and he could not now show a bias in favor of either side. Father Donovan didn't care, and he felt that he had won the trial.

At this time, standing beside Medea, Old Master Levi, who had not spoken for a long time, coughed lightly twice, attracting everyone's attention.

"Is there really a difference between magic and magic?", he began. Then from his throat, he muttered several strange syllables in a frustrated voice. His pronunciation was extremely strange, and his pitch fluctuated high and low.

Everyone present was startled by him, thinking that the old mage was chanting magic. But if you listen carefully, the syllables he is chanting are unheard of, not to mention that they are not the lingua franca of the kingdom of St. Teresa, nor are they the elven languages commonly used by spellcasters.

Everyone looked at each other and thought, "Isn't this old man crazy?", but he doesn't look like this. Father Donovan, on the other hand, vaguely felt that the tone of the old fellow's recitation seemed to be something he had heard, but when he thought about it, he could not come up with a reason.

Suddenly, in front of the old man, the light shone brightly! The bright and warm light seemed to illuminate the whole world, and even though it was daylight, the sun could not hide the brightness and heat of the light!

"What!", everyone present froze in place as if they were petrified, even the three justices and the priests of the Holy Sect, including those nobles, high-ranking officials, scholars, etc., all of them were stunned, just staring at the light stupidly and motionless.

Not only them, but even the nobles who stayed in the attic rushed to the window, as if they couldn't believe their eyes.

The third prince was exactly like this, he looked at it stupidly for a while, and then asked Duke Luke on the side, "I'm not dreaming, am I?

It's no wonder that everyone looks incredulous, they who grew up in Shenghui City know the meaning of this brilliance very well: this is the most fateful and representative divine art of all the divine arts of the Holy Sect - the Holy Radiance Technique.

This means that this old mage named Levi, the blasphemer, actually unleashed a divine spell, how is this possible!

The light slowly dissipated, and the old mage smiled and asked Father Donovan, "May I ask how I, the devil's minions, blasphemers, are able to perform divine magic, and am I also blessed by the gods?"

"Hmph, then this god is very broad-minded, we curse and deny him so much, and he doesn't mind giving us magic without mind, it's really a revenge for virtue and admiration. Medea on the side sarcastically said.

"What is this...... What is this?", Father Donovan asked as if he had lost his soul.

"This is the divine art, don't you recognize it? This is the holy light technique. Medea said with a smile.

"It can't be! It can't be magic!' it can't be magic!", like a cat with its tail trampled on, Father Donovan desperately denied.

"You're right, it's magic, it's magic!", said Old Master Levi aloud.

"Yes, yes, it's magic, what kind of fire magic did you imitate?, right?", said Father Donovan as if grasping at a straw.

"Hey, don't cry when you don't see the coffin. Medea walked up to one of the city guard soldiers, raised her arm, and ordered: "Cut me with a knife." ”

When he saw that the soldier was stunned, as if he was frightened by his own order, he impatiently urged: "Cut me!"

At her urging, the soldier finally used his knife to carefully cut a small cut in Medea's arm.

Medea raised her arm, and the bright red blood flowed down the snow-white lotus arm, which was very eye-catching. Immediately after that, like Old Master Levi just now, she kept chanting strange syllables in her mouth, so that the wound on her arm was slowly healed with the naked eye, and it didn't take long for the bleeding to stop completely, and there was no sign of injury at all.

"Father Donovan, you must be quite familiar with this magic, right?" asked Medea.

Seeing that Father Donovan didn't answer, she shouted to the surroundings, "I think everyone recognizes it, this is a quick cure in the magic arts!"

Immediately afterwards, Medea and Levi were in front of everyone, performing several well-known magic techniques. The crowd present was amazed, and the shouts and noise were like ocean waves, wave after wave, lasting for a long time.

It was only then that everyone could finally be convinced: these two mages were really capable of performing magical spells!

And the Holy Sect and his party were all lost at this time, like walking corpses. There were even two old priests who fainted on the spot because they couldn't stand the stimulation.

"May I ask all the Holy Sect Ladies and Gentlemen, how can this be explained? Why can we, two blasphemers, unleash divine magic, and are not the necessary conditions for performing divine magic to change our hearts and believe in the gods?

How could Father Donovan answer at this time, he could only whisper to the Patriarch of Lisbon like a drowning man holding on to a life-saving rope: "My lord, what should I do now?"

In his heart, at this time, I am afraid that only the Patriarch of Lisbon, a peerless wise man, can turn the tide of the tide, help the building to fall, and reverse the predicament at this time.

To his disappointment, no matter how much he pleaded for help, the Privy Counsellor seemed to be blind and deaf to the predicament in front of him.

Without saying a word, it's like a clay sculpture.