On the top floor of the Paradise Hill, the sanctuary of the first Pope Van Ste.

Constantine, who had witnessed the [Oracle] at a close distance, was undoubtedly the most shocked and shocked.

The holy and magnificent pillar of light fell from the star dome and bloomed with incomparably dazzling light above the heads of the boy and the Pope, and the entire Heavenly Mountain was enveloped in this holy light.

In the face of the glorious power, even the starry sky above the head was dimmed.

Endless holy light filled every pore of the boy's body, and even the breath he exhaled turned golden, and he felt that his spiritual power became extremely active under the stimulation of the divine light, and could clearly extend far away, and he was able to control an incomparably large amount of magical power.

Constantine's aura was also rising sharply, and the power in his body flooded like a flood that had broken the embankment, flooding every inch of his body, even his skin turned a faint gold, and a raging flame was already burning under his feet.

Through the oracle, the Pope poured unimaginable divine power into him.

Constantine did not know what the Pope's intentions were, he only felt that his whole body had become extremely hot and hot, and the huge energy in his body was turning over the river and the sea and flowing freely, so that he could not help but feel the urge to cast a spell to remove this powerful force from his body.

As soon as the thought came to mind, countless arcane missiles appeared in the air, and then exploded one after another, turning into purple points of light flying in the sky.

Constantine was stunned for a moment, and then, more spells appeared in front of him, and he learned all the magic he heard and saw at the Royal Academy, even many of which were high-level magic of various departments that he could not normally hope for.

Corona, Frost Tornado, Lightning Storm, Gravitational Discord, Chaos Teleportation, Doomsday Exclamation, Earth Havoc, Soul Gate, Elemental Lord Summoning......

With a flash of thought, these high magics emerge naturally, like a perfect formula that has been set in advance, without thinking, without spells and gestures, skipping all the casting steps to reach the end of the answer.

High magic weaves together to form a spectacular spectacle that rages in the center of the basilica: flames of molten metal, snow and ice that freeze limbs, storms that sweep through the sky, the roars of elemental creatures and alien beasts from flickering portals...

Countless powerful spells passed away in a flash, forming an incomparably brilliant world in front of them.

Magic instantaneous, and an unprecedented magic instantaneous.

In the history of magic, no magician can do this, because the magic and spiritual power of human beings are limited, and even the great mages can only instantaneously perform those high-level magic that they are extremely familiar with, and the number is very limited.

However, Constantine knew that this was not his own ability, but the result of the spontaneous action of his body and spirit, and the immense power poured into his body, forcing his brain to react, transporting all the magical concepts projected in his memory from the outside world into reality, reproducing them one by one.

These spells appear for a short time, because in the next second, the divine power that descends from the sky will annihilate them all.

Constantine desperately endured the surging holy power in his body, and patiently sensed the attribute characteristics, flow distribution, and disappearance of various magical energies.

Experiencing first-hand how an archmage casts spells was an invaluable experience for Constantine's future magical studies, and he certainly wouldn't miss it.

Unconsciously, his understanding of high-level magic has also risen to a new level.

For spellcasters, understanding the spell itself is often more important than the growth of mana.

At this moment, in the golden holy light that enveloped the heavens and the earth, an extremely discordant blue suddenly emerged.

An aqua blue light poured out of the pendant, and magnificent stars floated out, transforming into ancient runes that danced around Constantine's body like a ribbon woven by stars, rendering the surroundings a dreamlike blue.

The Pope's eyelids twitched, and after many years, he couldn't help but be in a trance when he saw this scene again.

The boy felt his whole body return to a coolness, the burning sensation left his body, and the holy light around him faded at a speed visible to the naked eye, as if pushed by some invisible hand, dispelled by the light of the stars.

The conscious Constantine stared at what was happening in front of him with an incredulous gaze, a scene that completely turned his worldview upside down.

[Oracle] is the highest level of the Church's divine art, representing the glorious will, which is irresistible and cannot be disobeyed by mortals.

What kind of power can reject the brilliance of omnipotence?

Hundreds of stars roamed around the boy, like a sporadic knight guarding the lonely king, though extremely rare, but still twinkling proudly, resisting the holy light descending from the heavenly firmament, as if unwilling to submit to the most sacred and majestic light in the universe.

The Radiance didn't stop, the blazing light endlessly slammed into the realm of the stars, each collision bringing dozens of stars down, but more stars then popped out of the pendant, blocking the advance of the Radiant army.

However, compared to the Holy Light descended by the [Oracle], although the two were almost the same in terms of strength level, the number of stars was too rare, and it became more and more sparse under the suppression of the Holy Light.

After just a few seconds, the speed of the starlight's replenishment was far from keeping up with the speed of the holy light's fall, and the light band formed by the starlight quickly dimmed.

With a soft sound, the crystal pendant in Constantine's hand cracked, and countless pale blue light particles flew out of it, floating lightly towards the star dome at the top of the temple.

The Pope withdrew his hand reaching out to the sky, his lips stirred, and the light that fell from the dome faded.

He let go of the hands that rested on the boy's palms, and stood quietly in the center of the hall, gazing with Constantine at the image projected in the starlight with a slightly nostalgic look.

Under the vast starry curtain, tiny particles of light like dust slowly spread out like fine yarn, showing the old man and the young man in the hall a picture scroll sealed in the torrent of time...

Burning continents, roaring oceans, frozen mountains and forests, countless creatures wailing to avoid the meteorite falling from the sky, the post-apocalyptic images that appeared in the dream reappeared in front of Constantine.

"What the hell is this?" Constantine felt an inexplicable palpitation as he looked at the horror presented in the picture, and while he was familiar.

"The scene depicting the last moments of the Ancient Age is exactly the same as the description on the ancient scrolls of the World Tree Council. ”

"The end comes, the gods retreat, the sun and the moon have no light, and the stars weep blood. The Pope's voice seemed to come from a distant kingdom of heaven, like the proverbs of a prophet on his deathbed.

"That's the end of the myth, but it's also the beginning of everything. ”