In the courtyard on the banks of the St. Francis River, there was not a trace of green in the jagged branches of the orchid trees, and the untrimmed weeds in the corners of the walls had died, swaying gently in the cool north wind. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

It was tea time, and around the stone table in the center of the courtyard, covered with a white tablecloth, sat three young Hailians, a man and two women.

"February is almost over, why does this winter still seem to have no end, is it that the month of doom is coming?" Zoe tightened the gray tweed robe on her body, as if she could really feel the cold.

"Spring on the clouds will come later. Leona took a gentle sip on the teacup, her movements graceful and natural.

Bran glanced at Zoe, who also looked at him, with a clear hint of annoyance in his eyes.

In fact, since Leona moved to the clouds, the relationship between the three former friends has become weaker, and Zoe often complains in front of Blamon in private, saying how much she hates Leona's habit of never leaving the clouds.

Looking at these two women who were once like glue, but gradually looked like each other due to their different circumstances, Bran felt both amused and headaches for being caught between the two.

He deliberately avoided Zoe's gaze and looked at the desolate courtyard across the wall. There, weeds grow rampantly, and creepers' dead vines cover almost half of the estate.

"That's fast, John's yard has been empty for ten years, hasn't it?" Bran's voice was full of emotion at the passage of time, but in fact it had not left any trace on his face at all.

"Eleven years," said Zoe, "I had seen two Portaens come and clean up for him in the early years, and I haven't seen him again in years." ”

"I don't know why, but I always felt like he wasn't dead. Leona said lightly.

"Yes, I think so too," Zoe readily agrees with Leona, "Those who saw John on the walls of the North City say that it is impossible for the beast tide to overwhelm him......"

"I also hope to see him come back one day and make that yard beautiful again," said Bran, with a light sigh, "but to be honest, I'm afraid there won't be another day." Even the people of Mount Chiga said that he was dead. ”

Zoe and Leona sighed at the same time, and all three people in the courtyard fell silent, except for the wind blowing on the surface of the St. Francis River, which made a whimpering sound, as if also lamenting.

At this moment, a loud bang suddenly came from the air. The three of them immediately bounced up from the stone bench and looked in the direction where the sound came from.

"It's the direction of the Holy See!" Leona's face changed drastically, "like the crackle of fire magic." ”

"How can you ......?"

Bran wanted to say how it was possible, but before he could speak, he saw a green light flash over the Cathedral of Light.

"It's a magic crossbow...... Zoe's voice trembled violently, "someone is using a magic crossbow in St. Petersburg......

As she spoke, more green light flashed in the sky, and the sound of the first crossbow only rang in the ears of the trio.

"Oh my God...... Someone is attacking the Cathedral of Light!" Leona slumped and sat down on the stone bench.

......

For more than 10,000 years, the streets of St. Petersburg have been resurfaced many times, almost all the buildings in the city have collapsed and been rebuilt, and even the city walls with the miracle circle have been rebuilt many times, except for the golden church on the bright holy mountain in the city, which has always stood still, as if it were with the years and the stars.

For the hundreds of thousands of inhabitants of St. Petersburg, the spire, visible from the top of the eye, is the embodiment of the supreme power of the god of light, and will not obscure its light even when the legendary end of eternal darkness comes.

However, on February 26 of this year, countless magic crossbows rose from the streets of St. Petersburg, which had been quiet for nearly 10,000 years, and without exception, flew in the direction of the Bright Holy Mountain.

After withstanding the attack of the first few magic crossbows, a purple light suddenly appeared in the sky above the Bright Holy Mountain, and within a second, the purple light turned into a huge translucent cover like a miracle, enveloping the entire Bright Holy Mountain along with the Bright Cathedral.

In an instant, the countless magic crossbows flying in the air were like raindrops falling on the St. Francis River, splashing a ripple on this translucent cover, and then completely disappeared.

"It's a miracle circle," said ...... people muttered to themselves in the streets of St. Petersburg, while others pounced on the white-robed mages hiding on the street corners to activate the crossbow circle, and many more fled out of the city in panic.

On the southern outskirts of St. Petersburg, a giant dragon flapped its wings from the shores of Lake Cold Spring and soared into the sky. The white-haired old man riding on the back of the dragon did not have the slightest expression of surprise on his face as he looked at the miracle magic circle that appeared in the northern sky.

On this day, Master Sandru the Dragon Rider had been waiting for three thousand years, and everything that appeared in front of him was what he expected.

In the distance, on the horizon, countless black dots appeared, all in the direction of St. Petersburg.

Master Sandru smiled slightly, and with a slight movement of his mind, the dragon beneath him flapped its wings in obedience, flapped the air, and took off.

......

In the miracle circle, nearly a thousand priests wearing the white robes of the Holy Cross stood in a phalanx in front of the Cathedral of Light, chanting hymns in unison, their expressions were so solemn, and their tones were so pious that the absurd English ridicule sentences were sung with the most sacred melody.

"It's a joke, you're all blindsided, but you can't blame me, blame Dr. Wang Yuan, it's all his idea......"

The melody resounded throughout the Bright Sacred Mountain, and then spread to the ears of the densely packed white-robed mages under the Holy Mountain through the miracle array. The singing seemed to have a magical power that made the hearts of the "blasphemers" who surrounded the holy mountain palpitate.

On the southern city wall a few kilometers away from the miracle circle, the dragon piloted by Sandru reached out with sharp claws, clasped the edge of the city wall, and covered the entire section of the city wall with wings hundreds of meters long.

Around the dragon-covered gates, the crowd screamed and dispersed, fleeing like a tidal wave towards the other gates. Sandru's gaze didn't linger on the men for a moment, but instead looked at a giant red bird in the sky.

"Master Sandru, this miracle circle ......" Riding on the Fire Eagle is none other than the legendary mage Rosenlega from the Fire Sacred Academy.

Sandru the Dragon Rider glanced at Rosenlega coldly, didn't say a word of nonsense, and shouted directly: "Do it as planned!"

Rosenlega was shocked in his heart, as if the gaze in front of him was even more terrifying than the miracle circle behind him.

"Yes! do as planned!" he shouted, and then raised his hand to the sky, only to see a huge fireball roaring into the air with the tail of flames.

At the moment when this fireball rose into the air, the white-robed mages who surrounded the Bright Holy Mountain began to move. Instead of moving forward to try to break through the miracle circle, they all stepped back. However, before they could retreat far, they stopped, keeping a distance of tens of meters from the miracle circle.

At this moment, the dragon beneath Master Sandru suddenly sprang up and flew in the direction of the Bright Holy Mountain. The fire eagle that Rosenlega commanded followed, dragging behind the dragon like an inconspicuous red dot.

In the other directions of the city wall, three flying demonic beasts of different shapes came towards the Holy Mountain of Light almost at the same time, and it was the other three legendary mages who controlled them, including the "Heart of the Earth" Corriant.

At this time, the city of St. Petersburg was already in complete chaos, and among the more than 3,000 white-robed mages surrounding the Holy Mountain, some of them could not wait for the order to condense magic against the almost impenetrable miracle array.

On the Holy Mountain of Light, the expressions of the priests were calm as usual. For tens of thousands of years, the miracle circle has always sheltered St. Petersburg, and the miracle circle in front of him, which only shrouds the Holy Mountain of Light, is also insurmountable, even if there are ten times more white-robed mages at the foot of the holy mountain, it is impossible to pose any threat to the Cathedral of Light.

When these blasphemers recognize the sacrosanctity of the Holy See of Light, there will naturally be a thunderous punishment waiting for them.