Chapter 114: A Song of Ice and Fire

In the Palace of Nexer, Natasha and Lucien looked at the scene in the distance and sighed softly: "The glorious cathedral that has been unscathed for hundreds of years has been completely annihilated in the hands of the two Holy Spirit priests. โ€

She looked at Lucian, "Is the council going to do it?"

Lucien nodded: "Well, your Excellency is ready. After Salder eliminated the distractions of a few Holy Spirit pastors, all that was left was a war between the council and the church. โ€

Natasha kissed Lucien gently: "Well, I'm going to convene a council of nobles, be careful yourself." โ€

After Lucien nodded, she mounted her tall war horse and raised the imitation sword of truth: "I request, convene an emergency noble council!"

At this time, Douglas and other legendary magicians had also arrived on the battlefield, looking at the Glorious Cathedral, which had been completely destroyed, and couldn't help but chuckle. Salde really kept his word, and joined forces with the Lord of the Dead, the Cursed Eye, Guan Mingyu and others to send the Pope's diehard Beaver and Philipel, two legendary Holy Spirit priests, to Heavenly Mountain, and also took away the other three cardinals.

They were about to receive the Cathedral of Radiance, when they saw countless believers praying, the kingdom of heaven on earth descended on Rentat, and the king of angels with eighteen pairs of wings Mecante made a grand appearance on earth! Soon, the super-large teleportation array in the distance lit up, and Mermos and others appeared in the teleportation array at the same time. The five Saints, the seven Holy Spirit Priests or Epic Knights, plus Stone and Bahรก'u'llรกh, who had been guarding the place, were instantly on par with the Magical Council.

Fernando's face calmed down, and the seven Grand Arcanists and nine ordinary Legends began the battle according to the original plan, and the battle with the power of the Church began.

At this time, Salde also arrived at the Palace of Nexer, and as in the original book, he saw the Pope who directly tore the space and descended. Benedict II, wearing a sacred crown and holding a platinum scepter, held alof: "Sarde, you have been blinded by greed, and you will fall into the hell of sin forever." โ€

Salde chuckled: "Your Majesty, you have stolen the glory of the Lord, and today, with the support of the King of Angels, I will get rid of you, the greatest devil." โ€

An ethereal aura of holiness emerged in Salde's body, and Benedict II's face was solemn and he raised his scepter. He was about to attack when Salder appeared in a large teleportation array and turned to flee. His scepter shone brightly, and he was about to catch up with Salder. At this moment, a strange fist appeared in the void, instantly tearing apart his divine art. When he looked up again, Salde was gone.

He looked at the figure that slowly fell from the sky not far away and bowed to himself: "Your Majesty, your opponent is me." โ€

At this time, the fleeing Salder appeared in the sky above the realm of the false gods on the other side of the Dark Mountains. Behind him, three cardinals including Ines of the Collette diocese, the Holy Knight Valenhill, and four epic knights were standing in the void behind him.

He chuckled, "It's a shame that I'm still pretending that I'm being hit like Philip and Beaver, and it's useless at all." Fortunately, the teleportation array had already been set up in the Nexer Palace, otherwise it would not have been able to escape. Ladies and gentlemen, since the Pope already knows, we have few options, so let's follow Bond's suggestion and re-establish the Church here. The moment his voice fell, the faint but clear believers and priests of the God of Truth prayed from an unknown place, and the voice clearly echoed in the ears of several people.

He said to the others: "These believers have been laid out for a long time, and the place where they pray is where the false gods are. We directly tore the space into the past, and with their guidance, we will soon be able to find those false gods. Before the war between the Magical Council and the Church is over, we will be able to accomplish our goal. โ€

He stretched out his hand: "Ines, you go to the kingdom of the god of killing." Verne, you go to the kingdom of the god of lies......" After he arranged it in an orderly manner, he smiled lightly in his heart: "The two fat pigs are useless to me, and I originally wanted to use the sword of truth in Natasha's hand to study it, but it's a pity that ...... James Bond had other plans, but you wouldn't have thought that I had access to that information......"

He tore through the space and thought, "James, Bond, whatever your plans, at least for this moment, I should be grateful to you." โ€

At this time, within the kingdom of the god of ice and snow, a huge half-plane shook violently at the top of the kingdom, as if it was struggling. Inside the half-plane, the man "Sargeras", who had appeared like an ice elf in the chaotic world of the necromantic realm, stood up with a solemn face. His whole body was wrapped in ice and snow, and the power of countless believers turned into golden light and threw itself into his body.

This is his kingdom, and this is who he really is.

He muttered to himself, "Although I didn't completely refine this spirit bead, the power I gained also allowed me to increase by three percent again. 'Power', 'power', is indeed a great power. โ€

In his solemn expression, there was also a trace of disdain, feeling the power of the rapid approach from the sky: "With the addition of power, and in my kingdom, even if it is the peak of legend, don't want to break my kingdom of God." โ€

He raised a powerful blue sword with two sword grids and pointed it at the powerful enemy attacking from outside the sky: "Want to attack me? Then look at your methods." โ€

With his movements and incantations, the ice-blue light condensed on the sword, turning into a lingering vortex, and lightning and thunder were born in the vortex. The sword turned into a shadow and soared into the sky with lightning speed.

After coming out of the spatial gate, Thald had just turned into a retreat and approached the realm of the ice and snow god Sargeras, when he saw a strange long sword of frost stabbing towards him. He paused, folded his hands in prayer, and the light rose from around him, colliding with the oncoming sword.

The long sword easily pierced the magic he had casually used, and continued to stab at him.

He smiled lightly: "It's rare to see such a sharp sword, it has the level of the third order of legends, no wonder it pierced my divine art." He waved his hand again, and the light waved again.

The face of the ice and snow god Sargeras changed, and it was known to everyone that Salde had the strength of a saint, but his divine skill was too casual, and with a slight wave, it was a legendary-level divine skill, which was no longer the strength of an ordinary saint at all, but the strength of the legendary peak level.

His true form stood tall in the "Kingdom of God", brandishing the sword in his hand, fighting with the divine magic that Salder had casually unleashed. Although he has a Divine Kingdom bonus, Salde's magic is so terrifying that he can't gain the upper hand in the slightest.

The flying frost and the holy light collided constantly, and both were annihilated.

His handsome face grew more and more solemn, and after more than a dozen fights, he was completely sure that he could not take down Salde. Salde, who has the legendary third-order realm, seems to be able to really communicate with Heavenly Mountain, and his magic is used without money, and his face is calm, proving that he has not yet used his true skills.

The Ice and Snow Spirit, which was born at the beginning of the ancient times, continued to grow in the Divine Kingdom, and the entire Divine Kingdom shook violently, as if it could not withstand the power of his explosion. In the deepest part of the kingdom of God, the power of ice and snow accumulated for thousands of years circulated in the kingdom of God, and countless believers knelt down in the kingdom of God and prayed loudly, becoming one with the power of frost, blessing his true body, making him more sacred and solemn.

He yelled and fought with Salde again.

In another realm, Ragnaros, the god of flames who was born at the same time as the god of ice and snow, Sargeras, awakens from his realm and watches the flying frost and the divine light at war. He cracked the corners of his mouth and let out an ancient voice: "We were born from the beginning of the ancients, he represents the power of ice and snow, and I represent the power of fire. No one knows that we are friends, not rivals. โ€

In the sound of his prayers, the kingdom of God that belonged to him gradually brightened, and endless flames boiled in the kingdom of God. He reached out and raised his hammer from the flames. In front of him, on his knees lay a monster with a trident.

He raised his hammer aloft and uttered an angry voice, "Sard, the lackey of the evil god, let you taste my wrath." Safras, the Hand of the Firefiend. With his angry shout, the flaming hammer burned even hotter as it passed through the kingdom of God towards Salder, who was at war with Sargeras.

With a slight wave of his hand, Salde took the form of an angel and annihilated Ragnaros' hammer. He laughed contemptuously, "How can mortals understand the greatness of the true God?"

Ragnaros roared, and the huge kingdom of God rose into the sky at the same time, just like the kingdom of Sargeras. As two of the most powerful gods in the Council of the Gods, they both found the situation today to be very tricky. Even if there is the Kingdom of God as the backing, there is no need to be afraid of Salde, but if it is not handled well, I am afraid that several people will have to confront each other like this.

At this time, the other six kingdoms also heard the fluctuations of the war between the gods and the lackeys of the evil gods.

They nodded at the same time, and the ice-entangled greatsword and the flaming warhammer erupted with great power at the same time, the flames and the ice and snow condensed, and where the two intersected, a clear line separated the power of the two. On one side was a burning sea of flames, on the other side was a frozen sky of ice and snow, and then, like a water dragon rising from the sky, it was entangled and turned into a huge tornado, and it struck Salder again.

Salder was affectionate and solemn, and he prayed calmly and quickly, and the ethereal divine power was transmitted into his body like a holy song. He spread his hands, and in the pious worship of countless saints, he burst out with a power that was truly comparable to the peak of the legend, and the holy light greeted the incoming light of ice and snow flames.

At this moment, the holy light suddenly shattered, the ice and snow flew, the flames scattered, and the entire battlefield turned into brilliant fireworks, hiding the deepest murderous intent in the beautiful picture.

Salder chuckled, and the light erupted again.

Sargeras's face changed, the sword once again evolved into the world of ice and snow, and a burning tree appeared above Ragnaros's warhammer. Their true bodies shook violently, sending ice-blue swords and trees into the sea of light in Thalder.

All three were annihilated at the same time.

The corners of Salde's mouth were even more sarcastic: "Think that you can resist me with a life-absorbing sword and the World Tree of the Mythical Age? โ€

With great speed, he summoned a vast sea of holy light once more, charging towards the kingdom of Sargeras, the god of ice and snow, and Ragnaros, the god of fire.