Because no one can guess the idea of fate, so she seems to be displaced, in the sky of this strange world, Li Laifu smiled very entangledly, his white teeth are as pure as angel wings, the words of the skull in addition to making him cry and laugh, more of a chill, he seems to have figured out the reason for some things, although it is only speculation at present, but the facts are about to come out.

"Let's go. ”

A simple word sounded in his ears, but Li Laifu felt the wetness in his eyes, and the child's small body suddenly rose rapidly under an extremely terrifying force, and instantly stepped into the ancient space door.

"The years are long, do you really take me back?"

"Go back, go back together. ”

Li Laifu showed a strange smile, like an old hunter after a successful conspiracy, even the most cunning Devil-Eye fox in the jungle could not face this kind of 'wise' human.

Above the desert, the Sage was suddenly stunned, looking at the huge magic pattern that had completely swallowed the Bright Magic Array a little sluggishly, and after a few breaths, he nodded thoughtfully.

"I see, the magic pattern you constructed earlier does not represent a 'seal', but has the power of 'domination' and 'tampering', so I lost from the beginning. ”

The angelic pattern in the sage's pupils disappeared along with the distorted light, but the momentum emanating from his body seemed even more sacred, and this heretic, who was rumored to have revered the gods and trampled the admonitions of the god of light under his feet, probably knew some ancient secrets.

"So what? The power of time is far beyond the reach of an inferior god who has been sealed away for countless years. ”

Shaking his head rather regretfully, the thorn flower on the black sacrificial robe of the Sage fell, he reached out to catch it, a milky white light brightened, and when the light dissipated, a sudden quill was lying firmly in his hand, the man closed his eyes slightly, a smile hung on the corner of his mouth, and he began to think back to the appearance of the god of Vesar.

The strokes are extremely natural, like the epic chapters that have been circulated in the mouth of the bard, without any traces of pretentiousness, black eyes, black hair, yellow skin, small body, a lifelike humanoid pattern was perfectly outlined by him and the quill, the void is like a piece of paper, and the holy light blooming from those strokes makes this figure seem more vigorous than human.

Suddenly, with a brushstroke, the Sage's slightly closed eyes trembled rapidly.

"Impossible, the long river of years has not stopped his power from appearing?"

The Sage suddenly opened his eyes, the quill turned into a little rain of light and dissipated, he looked up at the sky, the door of space standing in the huge magic pattern was slowly closing, and a vast aura rushed towards the entire desert.

The battlefield in the middle of the desert fell silent, and everyone felt a thick layer of dark clouds slowly enveloping the world, and the three cardinal archbishops surrounded by the Golden Knights showed unwillingness, even if something happened now, they were powerless to return to the sky, as a clergyman who controlled the most powerful light magic, once they were approached by the melee profession, they would usher in a devastating blow at any time.

At this moment, their only hope was the terrifying man who still stood in the sky

"Buzz!"

The twisted short sword actually let out a mournful roar at this time, as if to vent the dissatisfaction in his heart, the sage's face was solemn, he looked at the door of the space that was about to be completely closed, and a fierce color appeared on his face, and said: "The god of Vesar, it is really well arranged, but unfortunately, the first godhead I obtained must be your magic pattern." ”

The Sage's face was hideous, and the two collarbones behind his back bulged out suddenly, as if something was about to break free from his body.

"Angel Wings! The Sage protects us!"

"The rumors are true, the Sage may be the reincarnation of an archangel!"

A cardinal archbishop stood up tremblingly, as if he thought his old eyes were dizzy, and rubbed his eyes without any scruples, and when he opened them again, he couldn't help but cry out.

The man who was called the Holy One had a pair of white wings on his shoulders, as holy as an angel descending, and the voice of heavenly praise seemed to echo slowly in the desert, and the man in the pitch-black sacrificial robe was shrouded in a soft milky white holy light, like a shadow hiding behind the light, which meant death.

Ignoring the cardinal's near-weeping pleas for help, the Sage smiled and disappeared into place.

Above the sky, the magic pattern surrounded the sky, and a door of space stood tall, but at this moment this door slowly closed, almost only a gap remained, almost instantly, a ray of divine light shrouded this mysterious door to an unknown era, and a figure appeared in front of the door of space.

"I say, chase heresy, and the years will forgive me for blasphemy. ”

With a mysterious murmur, the Sage smiled at the door that was slowly opening in front of him, and said, "

It's a chase that is enough to be written into Ragnarok. ”

The divine light completely seeped into the interior of the spatial gate, and the magic patterns that permeated the heavenly vault gradually disappeared like a receding tide, and with it, a man with wings on his back.

Time was gone in this moment, without the noise and noise, and the believers of both different faiths stood in the desert, looking up at the sky, until a long time later, their humble voices slowly sounded.

"The God of Wissar"

"The Sage"

The Knight Chief of Rosa and a cardinal archbishop suddenly understood what it meant to have a heart, and they murmured at the same time, the same old face perfectly interpreted the meaning of lost souls, the knights and clergy were far more fanatical about their faith than anyone could have imagined, and now, their spiritual world ushered in the darkest hour.

"What's that?!"

A bloodied knight of light exclaimed, and he endured the pain and held out a finger that pointed at the vast sky.

"Portrait of the god of Wissar. ”

"The sinful face of heresy!"

"The God of the Devil's Emblem. ”

"Poor god hunted down by the Sage. ”

Countless voices of different styles resounded in the sky, and everyone looked up, and above the sky, a child with dark eyes was looking down at all living beings, and the light of magic was blooming all over his body, lifelike.

"It's just a portrait of magic that drifts away in the wind, but the appearance of the god of Vesar will be immortalized in the history of the Empire. ”

The chief knight of Rosa whispered silently, the bloody battle shattered the armor on his chest, and a beautiful coat of arms was revealed between his strong chest muscles, as if it was a shackle, faintly revealing a little white.

"Gone, the god of Wisar is gone. ”

A young knight wept, and the moment the tears fell, the door of space at the top of the sky gradually shrank, as small as dust, and finally disappeared.

"He came into this world, albeit only for a moment, but he was remembered by all, and his name will be repeated in the bards of later generations. ”

The young mage's flaming scepter suddenly went out, and two tall lava giants wailed and turned into a burning boulder, his weak body suddenly trembled, and he turned his head stiffly, as if everything that happened behind him had nothing to do with him, and gradually, a lonely figure slowly disappeared in the desert wind and sand.

The earth magus stopped talking, his outstretched left hand stagnating in mid-air, and finally hung down weakly.

"Wissar, Wissar, your light shines in all directions, Wissal, Wissar, the will of God bears witness to the glory"

Ancient songs are sung in the wind, this battle will eventually become dusty history, but the guy who had the opportunity to change it all disappeared without a trace at the most critical moment, and to the relief of everyone including the Knight Captain Rosa and the remaining Golden Knights, the sacrificial pillars on the altar of Visal in the distance had not yet fallen, and the flames were burning, burning their faith.

This era may really be over.