The yellow sand blown by the wind raged on the other side of the desert, and bursts of pious chanting came from the far middle of the desert, setting off the entire desert with incomparable holiness.

The three cardinal archbishops prayed for refuge at the same time, which was an unprecedented precedent, and the holy one in their mouths was still sitting on the golden bench with a warm smile on his lips.

Gold and yellow are very similar, and although the former symbolizes nobility and luxury, even the most beautiful gems will look dull in this uninhabited land, because the luxury that no one notices is tantamount to the wisdom of the foolish.

"Guria, do you see that?"

A few strands of black silk looming in the long golden hair make this sage look quite strange and mysterious, and the thorn flowers on the sacrificial robe seem to be about to drift in the wind, elegant and mysterious, two adjectives that are inextricably linked seem to bloom vividly in this person's body.

The Sage slowly fastened all the thorn flower buttons, and straightened the somewhat messy placket of his clothes, like a celebrity and nobleman attending a kingdom dinner.

Guria, who was standing on the side, secretly glanced at the Venerable Sage, his expression was a little embarrassed, you must know that it was not his will to be disgraced, mainly because he had enjoyed the scenery in the sky for too long some time ago, so that he forgot to release his precious Fighting Qi barrier when he landed

"Praise be to the Holy One, as you expected. ”

Guliah's voice was steady, without the slightest sign of oppression, and the mysterious power that permeated the void made even the cardinal archbishop, whose mana storage was a little more vast than the 'Magister', feel fearful, but he turned a deaf ear, which could not be explained at all.

Although relaxed, but Gulia is not a fool, he knows very well that he is just an ordinary knight of light who has been a little lucky because of his family, although he doesn't know what terrible big things are happening on the battlefield in the middle of the desert, but it is definitely not something he can forcibly raise his spear to solve, just faintly hearing the almost roaring prayers of the three cardinal archbishops has already made him feel an inexplicable chill, if he guessed correctly, this 'sage' gave him some shelter.

Somewhat glad, and a little grateful, Gulia half-knelt down and performed the standard knightly etiquette, and this time, he did not throw away the spear in his hand.

The Sage nodded with satisfaction and said, "The God of Vissar, it's not right that it has been resurrected, it has not fallen in the first place, it should be said that it has been unsealed by some kind of force." ”

Gu Lia forcibly suppressed the fear in his heart and slowly asked, "Sage, should we temporarily retreat into the Holy City, if a powerful god really descends into the world, then we have no chance of winning at all." ”

"Opportunity?"

The Sage was stunned, he smiled contemptuously, and the thorn flower case on the cuffs swayed in the wind and sand.

"That is the sophistry of the weak, but also the humility of the strong, the opportunity cannot wait, only create. ”

A cold light bloomed in the yellow sand, and the completely different beauty was so dazzling, and the sage, the mysterious man's hand suddenly appeared with a short sword that matched him very well, all like creatures inhabiting the night, a shadow under the endless light, full of weirdness and ominous.

The hilt looks shabby, not polished with luxurious and expensive materials, but it is impossible to guess the true attributes, because this style is too strange, half of it is plump wings, and the other half is a miserable bone wing like dead wood, and the blade is twisted, like a blood poisonous demon snake in the Warcraft group that is ready to attack, this style is a bit tangled, as if it is a hybrid of two extremes of light and darkness.

The Sage stared at the short sword in his hand, his eyes showing a hint of pity.

"It has traveled through the years, assassinated the great heretics of the ancient cults, made countless evildoers regard its name as death, and it was once said that if you put it close to your ears, you can hear the wails of those who die, and I have tried, and there is, in addition to wailing, and prayers to the gods before they die, for in addition to heretics, there are also merciful clergymen who die on its blade. The light is him, the darkness is him, the angels are him, the demons are also him, and in this era, the 'distorted light' fell into my hands, and I deserve to kill the gods. ”

Like the murmur of a sacrificial prayer, it slowly spat out from the mouth of the saint, and his deep eyes reflected an incomparably brilliant pattern.

Angels are singing, sacred races are flying in the sky, infinite light is shining on the ruins, and the believers who worship these decaying buildings are mighty, prostrate on the ground, as small as ants.

At the same time, the short strange sword actually made a clanging sound, as if the victim **, and the twisted sword body appeared like a series of nicks, just like the scene in the man's pupils.

The Sage shook his head suddenly, stepped out, and his body disappeared out of thin air, leaving behind a stunned knight of light

"It's coming!"

The voices of Li Laifu and the skull sounded at the same time, and the two characters from different eras had a sense of urgency at the moment, and they both had a premonition of the coming crisis.

"Whoever insults me will surely die, and the years will be long and wailing, like an elegy to hell. ”

The mysterious skull let out a murmur, and Li Laifu also spoke, and an invisible ripple spread out from the sky, gradually oppressing the entire desert.

All but the three cardinals lost most of their combat power in this gust of wind, and even the two 'golden fingers' of the Inquisition were wailing, they couldn't believe that the soon-to-be-destroyed Wisar Empire was hiding a true god.

The Rosa Knight held the Demonic Pattern Spear aloft, and a high-level flame spirit unexpectedly broke through the seal of the cumbersome Demonic Pattern.

"Sage, if you don't make a move, the light will pass!"

"The Lord of Heresy has appeared, and blood and lamentations are about to be sung!"

The two cardinal archbishops wept as their withered skin grew older in the yellow sand, and the last roar slowly faded away in the wind.

The god of the Wiesar Pattern is not dead, and this senseless battle is likely to turn into a dark page in the annals of the Church of Light.

Despair came one after another, and the Knights of Light did not have a strong force to support them, so even breathing became a luxury, and they threw away their spears and fell to their knees, praying for shelter.

At this moment, a soft chant suddenly sounded in the middle of the desert, like a lonely boat in the rough sea, small but never submerged.

"I am the Almighty, who was, is, and is to come, and is to come, and God said. ”

Above the sky, a circle of mysterious light magic arrays slowly lit up, Dam's magic ring, alpha magic fire, beta magic shield, and the most distinctive three pairs of angel wings, these 'fossils' in the magic world can be called 'fossils' The pattern is actually covered with the entire magic array, and it seems to follow some kind of strange trajectory, which looks very elegant.

Li Laifu was slightly stunned, I have to say that he is still afraid of death, especially at the moment when the situation has become confusing, this child has definitely been wandering for a long time at the fork between the two single-plank bridges of 'escape' and 'persistence', at least he still wants to go back.

"White head, give me an explanation. ”

"There's no need to be nervous, humans are always just humans. ”

Brother Skeleton's domineering answer made Li Laifu full of doubts, but in an instant, his attention was attracted by the magic array, for the rules and regulations of these magic arrays, Li Laifu was still in a state of ignorance, and the age of ignorance can always give birth to the strongest desire for knowledge, and at this moment, this child happens to be at this stage.

But almost instantly, this heart of knowledge was ruthlessly broken, and a merciless spit followed.

"The sun is a god of light, and he has legs!"

Li Laifu looked up at the sky in a daze, and at the most obscure central eye of the Bright Magic Array, a pair of long white legs covered by black robes slowly descended.