It has nothing to do with greed, each of the remaining Sages is a person with great wisdom and wisdom, and there is certainly a heart of interest, but no one can be sure that they will be able to fully control it, not to mention, it is made of a combination of angels' weapons, at least it should be a magician or a knight of light with the element of light to use it. Pen % fun % Pavilion www.biquge.info

So, be sure to ruin it!

However, it is still standing still within the scope of the forbidden spell, so what else can be done to destroy it?

Either way, don't let it fall on the enemy's side.

Seeing that the faint light on the angels in the storm was still far away, Stormian and Cheton immediately attached protective skills to themselves and rushed towards the position of the spear.

Before he could enter the range of the forbidden spell, he saw an extremely brilliant light rise from the body of the spear, and it swayed little by little and pulled out of the ground.

The two of them knew that there was a difference, and they stopped and looked closely.

The tip of the spear was finally completely pulled out of the hard ground, and it seemed to be slightly shaken, and the surrounding area was obviously filled with the whistling sound of flying sand and stones, but everyone heard a clear roar:

"Zheng~"

The voice came suddenly, and it was short, but there was a faint aftersound lingering in my head:

"Hum~"

Before everyone could wake up, the spear suddenly burst into flames, and then flew extremely fast towards the depths of darkness, only to disappear in the blink of an eye.

At the same time, an ominous premonition rose in everyone's hearts.

"Be careful, it's not right!" Serra appeared beside the group, and Jane Gray finished breathing and opened her eyes.

The crowd stared intently into the depths of darkness.

The Storm of Destruction wasn't too long-lasting, and by now, it was nearing its end.

The "crackling" sound mingled with the "whirring" sound of the wind tearing through the air, but it was clear that it was much smaller than before.

But in the next second, all the sounds suddenly stopped, and the wind blade and tornado also disintegrated in the air extremely abruptly, and then disappeared, and the rubble and dust that were swept into the air all "crackled" and fell to the ground, like a heavy rain.

After a full two minutes, no more rubble fell from the sky, and the dust settled, and a white light mask appeared in the center, and then in a slight flash, the figures of several angels were revealed.

Around them, white points of light lingered gently, the wings behind them dimmed a lot, and most importantly, there were only four of the original six angels left.

But they only looked at them with resentment, and then they turned and fell to one knee together:

"God!"

When all the saints heard this, they were all taken aback.

God?

There is no doubt that there is only one God in the minds of angels - the God of Light!

Secretly vigilant, the people also looked in the direction of the angels—the depths of darkness.

An arc of light suddenly rose from the darkness, and a figure slowly walked out.

He seemed to walk slowly, step by step, firm and calm, his body emitting a white fluorescence, and people's eyes fell on him.

Because, this robe is too conspicuous.

A lilac elbow-length shawl, an all-white robe trimmed with gold trim, and the exclusive emblem of the Temple of Light embroidered on it. The white robe was adorned with about thirty artificially sewn buttons and buttonholes, and a tall crown with the same white gold rim.

Vestments for the Pope of Light!

And again, wearing this robe, of course, is the current Pope Gorborn.

Most of the seven Sages may not have seen the Pope's appearance, but they can still determine the identity of each other at a glance.

Always with a calm face, although the skin is slightly yellow, but it does not look old, the bridge of the nose is high, the lips are tolerant, and the eyes are defiant, but at this moment, what he holds in his hand is not the doctrine or the orb, but the artifact spear.

However, there is no doubt about his appearance, he is Gorborne, the Pope of Light!

But Bruce, who had seen Golborne, was slightly stunned.

But Sgal whispered, "No!"

Cheton asked, "How?"

Sgl looked at Bruce, Bruce also turned around and shook his head at him gently, Sgal immediately frowned: "Look at the appearance, it's him, but if you look closely, it doesn't look like it." ”

Everyone looked at each other.

Bruce nodded: "His eyes!"

Bruce had also met Gorborn himself, a pope who usually showed great mercy and love in public, but at other times was not much different from an ordinary old man, old and weak, like the sunset of the sun.

But in front of Golborne, although his appearance is still the same as before, what is revealed from his body and expression is an aggressiveness from the inside out.

"God of Light!"

Hora said suddenly.

Everyone's hearts were shaken.

Before, the angels also called him God, but at that time, the people did not take it seriously.

Now, however, seeing a very different pope, people suddenly remembered the statue of the god of light that they often saw.

The statues of the God of Light are all energetic, strong-blooded young people. He was handsome and fragrant, and his long, slightly fluttering hair hung down over his shoulders. The face is in the shape of a melon seed and the forehead is broad, which makes it appear shrewd, determined, serene, dignified and proud. The head is usually worn with a crown woven from the branches and leaves of the laurel tree, the eros tree, the olive tree or the water lily. Some of the statues of the god of light are lavishly dressed, with their heads held high in the blue sky, and they sing aloud to the accompaniment of the lyre he hangs on his chest.

It is said that there is no darkness in the god of light, he never lies, he is bright, he is also the most beautiful and handsome deity, and at the same time a typical example of male beauty.

Everyone watched in disbelief as Golburn walked towards the angel with a spear in his hand, his body radiant, bright but not dazzling, with a subtle and indifferent smile on his lips.

For some reason, even though he hadn't looked at them since he appeared, there was an almost irresistible sense of comfort in their hearts, wishing they could be like the angels and fall down before him in penance and prayer, or bask in the holy light that radiated from him and weep bitterly.

Before they knew it, most of the hostility in everyone's hearts had disappeared.

Everyone remembered the good old days for no reason.

Mothers, lovers, friends, children, sweet and touching pasts, like a babbling stream, flow from the bottom of people's hearts.

Jane Gray was the first to smile.

Then, there are Cheton, Stomien, Bruce, Landno, Serra, Sgal.

Jane Gray took a slow step forward.

On the mountainside of the Bright Holy Mountain, a burst of cheers suddenly sounded.

Jane Gray paused slightly. (To be continued.) )