"Let's go, find a weak spot and blast it straight in. Pen ~ Fun ~ Pavilion www.biquge.info Cyril, you have a way to inform the Holy City not to unleash an attack on us, right?" Louis said, looking at Cyril.

The Holy City must be called an unconquerable city because of its extremely strong defenses, and it would be embarrassing if they made a fuss and they couldn't get in.

"Don't worry, Holy Son. I'm going to use our Bright See's unique way of communicating to give them a signal. At this moment, a faint light suddenly emitted from Cyril's hand and shot into the sky.

This group of holy light did not reveal any aura, and even the light was very dim, and if you didn't pay attention, you wouldn't be able to see this group of light at all.

However, at this moment, the old Pope and the Crusader Leader in the Holy City of Light suddenly felt this signal from outside the Holy City.

"It's Cyril! It's Cyril!" At this moment, the old Pope is almost in tears, the Holy City of Light is already in the most critical moment, all the food has been consumed yesterday, and even the amount of drinking water is only a day's supply.

Today, the citizens of the city and the warriors of the Light are hungry, and if it weren't for their devout belief in God, they might have already begun to riot at this moment.

But now, their hope is here!

At this moment, the old pope stood up excitedly, and used the last light power in his life to build a bridge of light connecting the outside of the city.

"Come in, warriors of the Light, come in!"

The Bridge of Light followed Cyril's signal and was built directly in front of Louis and the others from the interior of the Holy City. At this moment, all the troops outside the city in this direction were alarmed.

"What's going on? How can they still have reinforcements? Such powerful light magic? Is that old guy making a move? He's half a foot in the coffin, how can he have such great power?"

An old man in a black robe stood up silently: "This is the last glory of his life, who is it? Let him sacrifice his last life force to connect him to the Holy City?"

"He should know that even if he brought water and food, without the corresponding strength, he would just survive. ”

"Then do we want to?" The man next to him made a slashing gesture, but the old man shook his head: "This magic is called the Bridge of the Kingdom of God, and it is an epic magic that only a magus can cast, and we can't stop it." ”

"That old fellow is still a magister, and he is so strong, so why ...... he?" he didn't continue, because a magus should be able to easily destroy everyone outside of their city.

As a result, the black-robed old man laughed disdainfully, "What is a Magister, the original Pope of the Bright Sect, Kriju, is still a super master at the level of a Grand Magister, and one person can crush all the forces of the ninth layer of the entire Holy Mountain." If it weren't for the fact that he was dead, you think we would dare to attack the Holy See of Light?"

"But the old Pope?"

"That old guy is already old, and his life force is almost exhausted, and forcibly using the magic of the bridge of the divine kingdom at this moment is also burning his own life. ”

"So he's dead?" The man next to him suddenly breathed a sigh of relief, after all, he was a magister, who knew if he would coldly release a super-level magic to destroy them all.

"But me, are you really going to let them send supplies in, if it drags on too long, I'm afraid it will affect our plans. ”

"Hmph!" the black-robed old man suddenly snorted coldly, "He thought that he could continue to hold on when the supplies arrived?" Thinking too much, I have already contacted the Mountain Giant Clan, and they promised to send two stone giants to help us forcibly break through the Light Holy City. ”

The black-robed old man showed a trace of contempt on his face, the Bright Holy City was indeed theoretically unbreakable, but he had an Achilles heel, and the Stone Giant just happened to restrain the existence of this weakness!

On the bridge of the Kingdom of God, Louis stepped on it with a strange look.

But at this moment, Cyril's face showed a hint of pathos.

"Old Pope, it must be the old Pope. Cyril wiped his tears and quickly rushed to the bridge of the Kingdom of God and ran towards the Holy City of Light.

"Let's go too. Louis greeted him, and then simply followed Cyril's footsteps.

After about a few seconds, a golden gate appeared in the middle of the bridge, and Cyril jumped into it without hesitation, followed by Louis.

"Wow!" The scene in front of him suddenly changed, and a thin old man with holy light was sitting on a golden chair, looking at Louis kindly.

"You're Louie, aren't you? Come, come up and let me take a good look at you. There was a hint of excitement in the old pope's eyes.

"Holy Son, this is the old Pope of the Holy See of Light. Cyril looked at the old pope with excitement, he knew that the old pope of this age, after forcibly releasing the bridge of the kingdom of God, his vitality was excessively depleted, and he was obviously about to come to the end of his life.

Louis nodded, and then slowly walked towards the old Pope.

"I have felt the call of the God of Light. But I'm relieved to see you before I leave. 'Cause I'm ...... in you."

"Ahem!" Suddenly, the old Pope coughed heavily, and his whole face turned pale instantly.

"Old Pope!" Cyril covered his mouth, tears could not help but fall, the crusader leader next to him knelt silently, and then all the Holy Light warriors next to him knelt down on one knee and performed the most noble salute to the old Pope.

Louis frowned, took out a healing potion from the spell storage space, and opened the lid for the old pope.

"What a pure Light. Feeling the warm breath that constantly appeared in his body, the old pope's face looked a little better, but then he shook his head with a wry smile: "Thank you for the potion, this holy light power is very pure, but he can't save me." ”

"At this moment, I believe even more that you are the one who Cyril said, who can bring our Holy See of Light back to the top of the Holy Mountain. ”

"Louie, my life force is about to run out, this potion can heal my body, but it can't replenish my life force, I'm leaving. ”

"But before I go, I still want to finish this ritual for you. ”

At this moment, the old Pope stood up with difficulty and handed the staff of the God of Light in his hand to Louis's hand, "All of you here, the most powerful warriors of the Holy Light. You are witnesses!"

"Today. ”

"My life has come to an end. And you...... will be crowned king!"

The old pope closed his eyes, and a holy light suddenly shot from the sky. His face instantly flushed, and his dry muscles were replenished, as if he had returned to his prime.

At this moment, the old pope slowly raised his hand, took off the crown on his head, and then gently and solemnly put it on Louis's head.