"Plop. The lady in the green dress fell to the blood-stained ice field, and the long, high-speed arrow flew through her heart and flew into the depths of the blizzard without slowing down, long gone. Mias twisted his broken neck with difficulty and looked at the woman ten yards away, "Serfina...... Mrs. Serfina?" Blood spilled from the corners of his mouth as he spoke, and his shattered mandibles slurred his speech.

There was no answer, and the blood stained the white mink fur on the outside of the green dress. Finally shattered, Mias felt like he was falling into the abyss of darkness. At this moment, orange-red flames suddenly lit up in the clouds, and the magic firebird appeared in the sky out of thin air and flapped its wings and flew away, which was the foreshadowing left by Lady Serfina at the beginning of the battle, she sent out two firebirds at the same time, and used the power of "evil cause and evil effect" to protect one of them, allowing it to appear in random time and space. Mias struggled to prop himself up and groaned, "Pope...... His Holiness ...... Pope and then spurted out a mouthful of blood and fell to the ground. Powerlessness and humiliation are gnawing at the priest's arrogant heart, and he is willing to exchange all his soul for great power, all because of that astrologer, the first thing he saw in the golden city of the Tocharian Empire in the southern continent was that he knew that Jonah would become a lifelong enemy, and he must be killed with his own hands in order to free his heart soaked in resentment.

"Crack!" the cross given to him by Pope Heroia suddenly burst open, and a viscous black substance overflowed from it, and the flesh of Mias was brought into life and passed under the skin together. The young priest watched in horror as the strange thing rose up his arm and approached his heart in the blink of an eye, "What is this—what is this...... I don't want ...... Bastard ......"

One hundred and twenty miles away, Herodia, the commander-in-chief of the Second Provisional Legion of the Brotherhood, was looking at the topographical map. The moment the cross broke, an hourglass in his hand automatically began to shed black sand, "Is it activated?" he nodded and stood up, "None of the others can do it, only this guy's holy light magic can be the introduction." ”

Lifting the heavy curtain and stepping out of the tent, the blizzard howled in front of me, and the ground was covered with four feet of snow, and the whole camp was crumbling in the wind. Pope Heroia beckoned, and the cardinal, dressed in red robes, immediately appeared beside him and respectfully reported: "Fifteen more people have died of organ necrosis caused by low temperature, and the bodies have been stored for later use. The magician's temperature-controlled circle has reached its limit, and if the magic potion is not replenished, the person who controls the magic circle will die of mental exhaustion. His Holiness the Pope. ”

"Got it. Get a light channel mage, I remember there's one in the battle caster. "Herodiah.

"Yes, Your Holiness the Pope. The cardinal nodded and retreated, and after half a minute, a white-robed mage staggered over the snow, "I'm Lin Turbost, a sixth-level light channel magician, what are your orders?"

The Pope stretched out his hand and pointed in the northwest direction: "The angle is five degrees and three minutes north-northwest, the distance is one hundred and twenty miles and three hundred yards, give me a picture of the scene, can you do it?"

The magician was puzzled: "With such a big snowstorm, it is difficult to build a stable light channel, so I can only do my best, Your Majesty the Pope." He hesitated, pulled out the last bottle of blue potion and poured it down his throat, pulled out a tripod, a magic array from his backpack, and assembled a projection disc. Light channel mages are a very special class, they are users of the magical elements of light, and they are able to create invisible channels for the propagation of light across extremely long spatial distances, and project distant images in front of them. Before the start of the war, the Wizards Association had a continent-wide optical channel communication network, and a relay station was set up every hundred miles, guarded by optical channel magicians, who could spread information across the continent in the blink of an eye.

As soon as the tripod was erected, it was blown down by the strong wind, and the magician hurriedly fiddled with the instrument, manipulating the magic array to shoot a white light. The dense snow curtain blocked the transmission of light, seeing Lin Trugust's anxious appearance, Pope Heroia picked up the scepter and struck the air hard, "Boom!" ripples spread, the power of the Red Prayer Pole Star dispersed the wind and snow, and in this short blank time, the light channel mage established a path according to the designated direction, countless snowflake spots appeared on the projection disk, and then the scene one hundred and twenty miles away was projected.

At a glance, Heroia saw the crimson firebird hovering in the sky. He sighed deeply, slowly, and reached out to dust off a few snowflakes from his short white-blond hair. "It's a little bit lower and I'm going to see what the ground is like. He instructed in a low voice.

The Light Channel Mage shouted, "I'm sorry, Your Excellency, this angle is already the limit, otherwise the light information will decay too quickly......"

Hyriath walked up to him and pressed his hand on the brass bearing that fired the magic array, and the corpses in the wind and snow appeared on the projection disk, and then turned into a jumble of signals, and the light channel collapsed. Lin Thogust was countered by the magic circle, spurting out a mouthful of blood and sitting on the ground.

"Sephie, you love playing cat and mouse games too much. It's not the ending I've prepared for you, but the plot is moving so fast that even I can't predict the future. Pope Heroia sighed and turned away, took two steps, turned back and asked, "Turbost, what did you just see?"

"I—I didn't see anything, Lord Pope!" replied the Light Channel Mage in panic.

"Very well, you are a smart man. Heroia walked up to him, patted him on the shoulder with satisfaction, and returned to his tent. He instructed the cardinal beside him to report to the headquarters of the expeditionary force: "The position of the enemy has been determined, and Madame Serfina has unfortunately died, and the headquarters has asked the headquarters to send the main force of the 1st Provisional Army to encircle and suppress it. Tell the deacon that the blood of heresy is related to the future of the whole world, and the Zavi Empire legion that landed from the west should be transferred in this direction, as for the submarine ship heading for the ruins of Erion in Tree City, it is not so important, as long as the scouts are sent to follow from afar, it is not easy to enter Erion, and we still have a lot of time. ”

"Yes, Your Holiness the Pope. The cardinal hid the note in his pocket and bowed away.

At this moment, there was an exclamation outside the tent, and an orderly rushed in in a panic: "My lord! There is a corpse of a magician in front of the tent, and his whole head has exploded like grapes, so I can't tell who it is! ”

Heroia said, "Ah, don't be nervous. That's Lin Turbo of the Battle Spellcaster, who died of mental exhaustion during a routine newsletter, so please keep his body safe and post the obituary on the central board. He's a smart man, but not a lucky guy, so let's pray in the name of Metatron, the sole administrator of Heaven, that his soul will ascend to Elysium. ”

&*(*&&&***&*The number of updates in the last few chapters will decrease.,I'm sorry everyone.,Go back and make up more when you have time......