Chapter 690: Holy Believer!

The huge purple gold crown, like a high king, is full of nobility and majesty, this is the treasure of the Black Moon royal family, which has guarded the royal family for many years, and every king, as long as he wears this crown, will not be in danger.

At this time, everyone held their breath, even the eighth prince, who looked up at the sky, watching the collision between the white giant sword and the purple gold crown.

"Boom".

The giant sword slashed at the crown of purple gold, and the terrifying power made the earth seem to tremble, and the sunlight in the sky was eclipsed.

The aftermath of the collision spread out in all directions, and a storm appeared in the air and drifted into the distance.

The sky quickly calmed down, and when the smoke and dust cleared, everyone was surprised to find that the purple gold crown, without any changes, still exuded purple-gold light, full of endless majesty.

"Purple Gold Crown, you didn't disappoint me, you didn't still break your guard!"

There was a hint of danger between the corners of the eighth prince's mouth, as the treasure of the royal family, the eighth prince naturally knew very well, the purple gold crown was claimed to be broken by no one, at least the archmage, it was absolutely unbreakable.

At the beginning, the royal family encountered a crisis and encountered three archmages, but because of the protection of the purple gold crown, the king was safe and sound, and finally repelled the three archmages, but, there has never been such a danger as this time, and there are actually thirteen people comparable to the archmages who are in the same place, and they work together.

Fortunately, the Purple Gold Crown still blocked it!

Compared to the cheers of the Black Moon Kingdom, the Holy Light Empire was a little silent, usually high and seemingly omnipotent, the red-robed archbishop and the cold-faced and ruthless Inquisition. Now thirteen people join forces. It is almost possible to destroy a qiē.

But for that purple gold crown. But there is no way, it doesn't work once, even if it attacks a few more times, it still doesn't work, it can't be broken.

"The Purple Gold Crown, such a crown, should be purified as a crown on your head!"

Archbishop Nanani said softly. He didn't participate in the battle, but accompanied Fairlandny to pay attention to the battlefield, for the purple gold crown, they had heard of it before, but they didn't pay attention to it, the spellcaster's spellcasting tools, they had seen a lot, but none of them could be as powerful as the purple gold crown in front of them.

You don't even need to be too strong to have a caster level to exert unparalleled defensive power.

"It's a beautiful crown, and it's ruined. It's a pity......"

Fairlandney glanced at the golden crown above his head and sighed. The purple gold crown is the real crown, but unfortunately, he can't get it.

"Let the archbishop and the chief inquisitor step down, the purple crown is not something they can break. ”

Archbishop Nanani was slightly stunned, as if he had thought of something, and asked softly: "Your Majesty, are you planning to let the holy believers go?"

"Who else but the Holy Believer can break this Purple Gold Crown?"

After a pause, Fairlandney's face showed a solemn look, and then he seemed to use a special method of sound transmission, and said in a low voice: "Holy Messenger Bonnet, please come out, the Supreme God guides us and spreads the light of God to every corner of the world, and now we have encountered the crazy obstruction of heresy, only the Holy Messenger, using the power given by God, can sweep away these heresy!"

As Fairlandni's words fell, the space around him began to fluctuate slightly, like ripples of water.

"Click".

The space was broken little by little, and a figure slowly walked out of the space, this is an ordinary-looking person, wearing a plain white robe, stepping on the ground barefoot, only his deep eyes seem to make people feel extraordinary.

Such a person, such a dress, reminds Archbishop of South Anne of some ascetics in the Church of Light, who have dedicated their bodies and minds to God and have the most devout belief in God.

"Could it be that Lord Bonnet, the Holy Emissary, is an ascetic?"

Archbishop Nan Anne asked, somewhat incredulous.

"Yes, the three holy messengers are all ascetics!"

Fairlandney nodded, and Archbishop Nanani seemed a little surprised, but it makes sense to think about it, only these ascetics, who are almost desireless, can maintain the most devout faith in God.

"His Majesty, God instructs us to turn our hearts to the light, but there are also some heresies, and they also control the vast expanse of the land, so that the people there cannot enjoy the splendor of God. God has given me the strength to shine the light of God to every corner of the world!"

After that, the holy messenger Bonnet, whose face still showed a pious look, maintained the simplicity of an ascetic, glanced at the purple gold crown in the sky, and then stepped into the air step by step, as if he had stepped on a staircase.

"Who's that?"

The people of the Black Moon Kingdom were celebrating, because even thirteen Cunzài, who were comparable to archmages, could not break the Purple Gold Crown, which meant that the Black Moon Kingdom was already invincible, and even if this war lasted for a long time, the Black Moon Kingdom would be able to withstand it.

But now, the thirteen bishops and the chief magistrate quickly retreated, but a man who looked plainly dressed, dressed in a white robe, and barefoot, stepped into the air step by step.

"Marshal Keighley, do you know who this man is?"

The eighth prince turned his head and asked Marshal Keighley, as the generalissimo who has been in charge of commanding on the front line, he should know a lot about the Holy Light Empire.

However, Marshal Keighly shook his head helplessly and said: "The archbishop and the chief inquisitor of the Church of Light are actually very recognizable, but this person's dress and clothing are not any archbishop and chief inquisition, but a bit like a special group in the Church of Light, called ascetics!"

"Ascetics?"

Hachioji was also hearing of the name for the first time.

"Yes, it is ascetics, they are proud to dedicate their whole hearts to the God of Light, and their belief in the God of Light is the most devout, these ascetics are all in the minority in the Church of Light, but they are respected by many people in the Church of Light. ”

"What about ascetics? Can they still break the Purple Gold Crown?"

A hint of confidence flashed on the eighth prince's face, the purple gold crown was able to withstand the attacks of thirteen archmages comparable to the archmage Cun Zài, in the entire spellcaster world. I'm afraid there won't be any power that can break the defenses of the Purple Gold Crown.

At this time. Devout ascetics in the sky. Bonnet, a holy believer, still approached the Purple Gold Crown step by step, and finally stayed in front of the Purple Gold Crown.

His gaze was very peaceful, and then, he looked up at the sky, the expression on his face became more reverent, and then, his body burst out with a dazzling light like the sun.

These rays. It is extremely comfortable, as if there is a very intimate feeling, and Bonnet in mid-air is shrouded in this holy light, like a real god!

"The Supreme God of Light has given me the strength to sweep away all darkness and obstacles!"

Bonnet's voice spread in all directions, and then, he just moved forward slightly.

"Phew".

At this point, the calm void cracked in an instant. A large black crack appeared in midair, and the crack continued to expand. A huge ravine has formed!

"Broken space......? Is it a great legend?"

The most shocking thing was the spellcasters of the Black Moon Kingdom, especially the several elders in the elder group, who quickly came to the side of the eighth prince and looked at the ascetics in mid-air in shock.

As archmages, the elders of these elder groups naturally know very well that only the great legends in the legends can break the space at will, which is the point that all spellcasters dream of, but until now, no one has been able to become a great legend.

"How can there be such a terrifying person in the Church ......of Light? Is there really a so-called existence of the god of light?"

The eighth prince also stared blankly at the ascetic's finger in mid-air, shattering the space, the power is not something that any archmage can resist. As for the Purple Gold Crown, the confidence that the Eighth Prince had just accumulated was gone at this moment!

"Block, you must block!"

The eighth prince was shouting in his heart......

In the Northern Spellcaster World, in a huge palace, there are seven large spellcaster organizations in the Osmu, the Northern Spellcaster World, and even spellcasters who have rushed from the ice and snow fields at this time.

In this palace, even the three-headed demon dragon was honestly lying on the ground, raising his head from time to time and glancing at all the spellcasters in the main hall.

Today, there are more than forty archmages gathered here, which is almost more than ninety percent of the archmages in the entire spellcaster world, and being able to gather so many archmages can only be done by the newly established spellcaster alliance.

Sitting directly above is Merlin, who came to the Northern Spellcaster World some time ago, and got a reply from the seven large spellcaster organizations, the seven large spellcaster organizations, willing to join the Spellcaster Alliance.

In addition to the tempting conditions that Merlin proposed at the beginning, the most important thing is that they have no choice, originally they wanted to wait and see, but when the Osim headquarters was broken by Merlin and joined the Spellcaster Alliance, the seven large spellcaster organizations in the northern spellcaster world had no choice but to join the Spellcaster Alliance.

This time, it was also the first time that Merlin had brought together all the archmages of all forces in the name of the Spellcaster Alliance, which also marked that the entire spellcaster world had united to form a powerful force!

"Ladies and gentlemen, in the Spellcaster Alliance, there is knowledge of spell model construction, alchemy, pharmacy and runes, and of course, what you are most concerned about is some knowledge of how to become a great legend, I have also sorted it out, you can see it at any time!"

Merlin's words fell, and all the archmages showed excitement, the Morta Empire collapsed overnight, and the knowledge has been broken, especially how to become a great legend, and there are only a few words, only knowing the law of condensation, but what are the specific steps, some specific characteristics, the difference between the laws of various systems, the laws of condensation, etc., but they don't know anything.

And the knowledge that Merlin brought back from the Void Realm is only the most basic and common knowledge in the Void Realm Spellcaster Civilization, but it is incomparably precious to these archmages in the Land of Glory.

With that alone, they have no complaints about joining the Spellcaster Alliance.

Seeing the excited expressions of these archmages below, a smile appeared between the corners of Merlin's mouth, there are many reasons for the decline of the Land of Glory, but the most direct reason is actually due to the seal of the three supreme arcane mages.

However, if it hadn't been sealed, the Land of Glory would have been destroyed long ago, after all, this is the origin of the spellcaster civilization, whether it is the Alliance of Gods or the Atlantan civilization, as well as some other hostile civilizations, they are all curious about the Land of Glory.

Merlin's return to the Land of Glory this time, even if he does not unify the caster world, will spread all this knowledge and make the casters of the Land of Glory strong again.

"Ladies and gentlemen, I unify the entire spellcaster world, maybe many people don't understand what I'm going to do? It's actually very simple, because now the entire spellcaster world is facing a crisis, and the spellcaster world may be wiped out at any time, just like the Morta Empire, which was flourishing more than three thousand years ago, collapsed overnight!"

Merlin's tone was calm, but what he said made the atmosphere in the hall drop to a freezing point, and everyone quieted down, as if there was a look of confusion on their faces. (To be continued......)