San Lorenzo, the headquarters of the Holy See of Light, the capital of light above the mountains, was attacked by the forces of darkness at seven o'clock last night. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info

The "Tsarist Shield" that kept San Lorenzo safe was damaged, and there was no hope of repair.

Most of the statues in the "Guangming Memorial Area" on the west side were destroyed and needed to be rebuilt.

A few churches in the "church concentration area" on the north side have been implicated, but the foundations are still there and can be repaired.

On the east side, almost most of the land facilities in the "Birthplace of Light" were destroyed and left in ruins.

The magic circle depicted in the "Altar of Light" on the south side was destroyed, and the mixed troops heading to the south side were the most damaged, and the cause is unknown, and they are under investigation.

The main hall lost two spiral staircase towers, and the death toll is under investigation.

The cafeteria next door was half destroyed by magic, and it was still barely able to make daily supplies, but the reason for the destruction was unknown.

The demon army was destroyed by the white dragon and kept San Lorenzo safe, and his whereabouts are unknown.

Important people, saints and sons are safe.

His Holiness the Holy See, the Supreme Pope, was in a luxurious room that had been arranged, looking at the golden text report magic book written by Miral, and couldn't help but wrinkle his white eyebrows, and when he saw that the important person was safe, his eyebrows spread again, as if relieved.

"Why?"

The Pope ignored the disappearance of the paper with golden writing in his hand, stroked his beard, and looked out the window with a muttering voice.

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"Miral, the latest statistics are out!"

A male magician in a white robe and hood hurriedly took a piece of paper and shouted to Miral.

Miral is using magic that makes objects float to move rubble from the ground, and this is the "Holy See Concentration Area" on the north side, and as you can see now, Miral is helping.

The male magician seemed to be a fellow with very poor physical strength, and before he could run in front of Miral, he tripped over a pebble that no child would ever trip over, and hit his face on the floor full of small gravel, and you can imagine how much it hurt.

"Are you a fool?"

Miral stopped what he was doing, stretched out his hand, and the paper that had fallen to the ground floated in defiance of gravity and flew into Miral's hand, watching as he used his other hand to shine a light that could heal wounds on the clumsy magician.

In the "Bright Memorial Area" on the west side, a total of 155 statues of heroes and predecessors were damaged, 51 statues of popes in the central area were all damaged due to irresistible factors, and the remaining 104 statues of outstanding contributors to the Holy See were also damaged.

There are five churches damaged in the "church concentration area" on the north side, and the degree of damage varies, and the statues enshrined in the churches are safe.

The surface buildings of the "Birthplace of Light" on the east side were completely destroyed, a total of 480 buildings, and the instruments and facilities in them were also damaged, and the underground buildings hidden underground were spared.

The data of the dead people in the "Altar of Light" on the south side has reached more than 1,000 people, because the magic array originally depicted in it was invaded by unknown magic, which made the magic lines blurred, and it was judged to be ineffective, which also contained the new magic array set up by the intruder to interfere, and it is currently being eliminated and it will take a certain amount of time.

The death toll of the main hall was 1,770, including 1,400 infected, and the remaining 37 died as a result of the collapse of the spiral staircase.

The outskirts of San Lorenzo cleared three thousand and one of the infected, and the number of infected who were eliminated by the dragon did not leave a corpse, so it is impossible to estimate.

“......... Tsk!"

Miral looked at the report written on the tissue paper and sighed unhappily.

"Hey, you guy is Alger's bastard, get back in here and tell him that if he doesn't get things done at the altar today, he'll be beaten up by me!

The magician looked at Miral, who had become very short-tempered for some reason, nodded fiercely, ran away, and began his difficult journey back and forth again.

Miral clenched the paper in his hand tightly, and suddenly wanted to hit someone! The people around him turned away from Miral, who exuded an irritable atmosphere.

After a while......

"Doloris, are you alright?"

Miral approached Doloris, who was treating the injuries of others in the main hall, and found her face very pale, the same as this morning, and couldn't help but worry.

"Miral, it's okay. ”

Doloris said without looking at Miral behind her, her hand glowing with healing.

"I think you should go see the High Priest, after all, something is wrong with you one day, and Harry and I will be very worried if you are hurt in any way. ”

“...... Know. ”

Doloris was silent for a moment, then nodded.

"Let's go, let's leave it to the others first. ”

Miral called a priest to take Doloris's hand, and the nuns who were guarding Dolores left.

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The castle, this kind of building that symbolizes power, is a luxurious building that only some great nobles can have.

The castle where Harry lives is not very large, nor is it very small, it has a basic configuration of gardens and guardrails, because it was built on the shore of the lake, the year of construction is unknown, and there are some famous trees and countless colorful flowers planted around the lake.

The castle as a whole has a dark gray tone, the treated square stones are tightly fitted, covering an area the size of an ordinary manor, more than twenty meters high, surrounded by a circle of wooden guardrails inserted in the soil, the guardrail only grows a small sapling and lawn to a few meters, a special path leading to the castle is like a sharp sword cutting through the woods and meadows.

First into a quiet grove, then into a meadow, and by the lakeside the conspicuous buildings, like castles from fairy tales, are Harry's home.

"Bivas, Bill, you've worked hard. ”

Harry and General Bit walked through the open door inside the fence, and Harry spoke to the guards at the castle gates, the two knights in armor.

"Thank you, Your Highness, for your concern. ”

The Knight in Armor replied respectfully.

"You two boys, how are you doing here?"

"Back to General Bit, we're doing well here. ”

"Yes, you guys, do you have time to go have a drink with me tonight?"

General Bit slammed his fist into the chest of an armored knight, making a crashing sound.

"I'm afraid it won't work today, today we are on duty, tomorrow. ”

A wry laugh came from under the armor knight's helmet.

How can the duty time be so lax, Master Bit is still the same as then, and it hasn't changed at all.