The smoke of war fills the vast expanse of the sky, and the sound of crackling flames is incessant, like a bard from hell composing a death funeral song for the chaotic capital.

The wails and lamentations echoed in the ears of every clergyman, but unfortunately it did not bring them a touch of mercy.

The Vatican General Church of Light has gone through countless years of ups and downs, ups and downs, glory and disgrace, the interpretation of the times, in front of this behemoth is just like a newborn baby, too immature, countless holy wars launched by the Vatican General Church of Light, and the three times in the chaotic capital are black holy wars, and it is just a ripple caused by a stone, although this stone was once a reef from the ocean, but in today's chaotic capital, except for crying, there seems to be no resistance.

"The night is ruined! Three exiles have been sanctioned. ”

Someone in the darkness exclaimed, he saw the destruction of a great power in the chaotic capital, the blonde knight's spear was like a divine punishment, destroying the withering and decaying, leading the knights behind him to charge in a wave, and the ground was full of corpses.

"I seem to hear the wails of those mages in the Sinful Demon Courtyard, oh my God, the king of the Chaos City who was once born in the black forces is now lonely, the gods are above, are we really abandoned?"

Some people murmured in a sad tone, the Sinful Demon Garden has been very low-key in the past ten years, and I have not heard of any actions made by the evil mages in this black land, but now, those Knights of Light have no mercy, and a shot pierced the head of one of the exiled mages, and the numerical advantage maximized the damage of the Knights of Light's rush, and those mages barely had time to chant a spell before they died, their magic collapsed, and they returned to heaven and earth.

Is the black power that gave birth to the king so vulnerable in the face of light?

"Sunset forces are destroyed!"

"The Bloody Eye ruler has been killed!"

"That street is nearly destroyed, and the wicked and the exiled, are not spared!"

One bad news after another poured in, like the footsteps of the Grim Reaper before the arrival of death, and the people of the chaotic capital were panicked, and many of the older generation of sinners looked at the sky from afar, their expressions were pious, and the old tears were full of tears, and they murmured silently, as if they were praying for something.

"The last hope. ”

Someone whispered, and then silently chanted the incantation inscription engraved on the walls of the black castle.

This is a forbidden technique, using the power of faith to awaken the demons sleeping in the ancient castle, to maintain the last trace of dignity of the dark forces, it is said that in the first black holy war, the Vatican Church of Light enabled the most luxurious clergy lineup, even the cardinals have come one after another, and it is rumored that there is an ancient priesthood that has disappeared to the present, and the foundation of the Church of Light is almost stripped away, but in the end, the king of the seven dark forces of the capital of chaos used this method to awaken the black castle, and out of it came out of a behemoth with three heads, and the power of light returned with a feather, and since then, the capital of chaos has been extremely brilliantushered in a golden age.

Now, the three kings of the chaotic capital have staged a scene of people going to the empty building, only some of the remaining remnants are still struggling, refusing to give up, after all, among these evildoers, some of them made mistakes when they were young and frivolous, but they survived in the chaotic capital to the end of the silver thread, in a sense, the chaotic capital is their home.

An obscure and eerie chant sounded softly, as if for fear of alarming something.

The elements between heaven and earth seemed to have begun to riot, rushing towards the lonely ruins of a certain place in the chaotic city, like a fish returning to the ocean.

"Ridiculous, trying to make a final struggle?"

Pastor Yongge sneered, as an old priest who was transferred from the Vatican's General Church of Light to the Elde Cathedral in the southwest region, his origin was by no means as light as he imagined, at least his attitude towards the half-sage Yahi was not from the bottom of his heart.

"God says that all things return to nothingness, along with themselves. ”

The healing staff in his hand bloomed with milky white holy light, and several strange creatures were faintly flying in the magnificent holy light, and in an instant, the bodies of those creatures shattered, and their wings turned into a puff of smoke and dust, filling the sky.

The magical elements faded like a tide, and instead of reaching the black castle, they continued to pour into Tyr, who was wrapped in a cocoon.

"Boom!"

"Boom!"

"Boom!"

The low reverberation became more and more rapid, sometimes like the beating of the heart, sometimes reminiscent of the ancient holy bell that danced to the top of the Vatican's holy mountain.

Pastor Yongge had a grim face, guarding Till's side every step of the way, and perhaps only he knew what was going on now.

In the distance, there were also the mournful cries of the exiles, but the wailing and weeping came to an abrupt end in a rare way.

"It's useless, the Black Castle doesn't hear our prayers at all. ”

"Run, run, run, we fled into the City of Chaos, and now, where else can we escape. ”

"Although the mainland is big, there is no home. ”

A burst of helpless whispers sounded, and some people even thought about surrendering, but the group of light knights didn't seem to accept it.

Suddenly, there was an old mage who was full of brilliance, the aura of magic was flowing endlessly, and the momentum was terrifying, he looked at the decadent black castle from afar, his face was melancholy but firm, and he said word by word:

"There is no hope, the City of Chaos, the only black holy land on the Eternal Continent, if the three streets join forces to the outside world, we are not without the strength to fight. ”

He set his gaze on some of the low-headed exiles, who were strong, at least not weaker than any of the Knight of Light except the blonde knight.

"This holy war is very special, the Vatican General Church of Light doesn't seem to have dispatched some too terrible forces, it's just the light forces in the southwest region, and the light churches in these remote areas are shallow, if we can get some old-timers to take action, they can't compare with us at all. ”

"Moreover, the City of Chaos has risen some amazing juniors over the years, and if they can survive our oppression, I believe they will not be weaker than the heirs of any force on the Eternal Continent. ”

The old mage's tone was solemn and resolute, he had stepped into the City of Chaos at a young age, and it had been nearly a hundred years since he had spent nearly a hundred years, during these years, he had always wanted to get out of the darkness, but he had never been able to do so, but thankfully, the City of Chaos no longer had the notorious embarrassment it used to be on the Eternal Continent, except for the Church of Light, which had been eyeing the Church of Light for endless years, at least in the eyes of some big people, the City of Chaos was more like an ancient force that was ready to usher in a glorious era than heresy。

The old mage stood still, quietly waiting for an answer, the fishy wind stirring his silver hair, and his eyes, accustomed to blood, seemed to remember the once forgotten look, which was the thirst for hope.

The flames of war are burning, death is singing, and the wails and cries in the distance seem to have passed through the endless years, leaving a shocking blood-colored stroke in the long river of history.

"Why us. ”

An exile with a longbow whispered, his breath as sharp as a feathered arrow, and there was no doubt that this was a very powerful being.

"Where is the brewer of all this tragedy?"

The voice was rough and rumbling like thunder, and a man with a figure like a small mountain came out of the darkness and said, "If that bullshit aristocratic kid doesn't stand up, the chaotic capital can't be cohesive into a single front at all. ”

"Boom!"

There was a loud bang, and the sky was set off by the two extreme colors of light and darkness, and a shocking battle erupted in a certain street, with ancient magic unleashing and a sky-splitting fighting spirit repulsing.

Half-sage Aki, he literally blocked the entire dark street with his own power.

"I know where that kid is. ”

In this remote corner, everyone was stunned, and the huge man narrowed his eyes slightly, looked down at his feet, and said, "A charred lich? You smell of the Colosseum of Mostima, a gathering place for traitors in the City of Chaos." ”

"Deceiver, damn it!"

A black flame suddenly burned in the man's hand, and a blood-colored giant axe quietly condensed in the flames.

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