The Cathedral of Elder is an ancient place of faith in the southern region of the Eternal Continent, standing alongside the Central Church of Michel in the Kingdom of Tolia and St. Peter's Basilica in the Kingdom of Modal, firmly controlling the spiritual beliefs at the southern end of the Eternal Continent.

Among them, the Elde Cathedral is the most undesecrated existence, the infamous sin burn at the stake and the cross of thorns, a symbol of suffering, which has sanctioned countless great heretics who have turned a blind eye to the light.

The most glorious period of the Tustin Kingdom was at the beginning of the founding of the country, and the invasion of the orc tribes cultivated the absolute splendor of Tustin's military power, and there were even quite a few' The traces of the existence of the strong people of the Sanctuary in this kingdom, to this day, their glorious statues also stand in some corners of the kingdom of Tustin, but the Eld Cathedral has been rich in the central place of Tustin at its peak, and there are too many smiles and blood in it, although they have been quietly hidden by flowers later, but there are still many survivors who know the inside story, the years have passed, and so far, the clergy of Alder enjoy the most sincere worship in the southern part of the Eternal Continent.

Indeed, Cardinal Snooker of Elder Cathedral is not a mentally handicapped priest who only sighs for a long time, and what he is planning is as cumbersome and lengthy as the bishop's robe draped over him

The tranquility of the chaotic city was shattered, and divine light shrouded the dark land, blood and bones could not be hidden, and the horrific slaughter lost its shelter from the night.

At the top of the firmament, the sound of ancient gods' admonitions came from the door of space, and clusters of blazing white flames slanted out from it, slamming around like headless flies, as if a faint barrier in the void had shattered under this divine and incomparable power.

The Colosseum of Mostima.

Duke El's slightly benevolent smile suddenly froze, and he stepped forward quickly, looking up at the door of space in the heavenly vault, and the endless light enveloped it, as if a blazing sun had descended.

"No way, Lord Snooker, have you forgotten that the scrolls of the Haas Civilization era and the power of light contradict each other?

His massive body seemed to tremble with rage, and the Holy Cross on his chest shone with a faint milky white light, which was the protective power of the priest, and although the situation was a little confusing, he did not forget that there was a lich beside him who was known for taking possession of souls.

As a believer in light and a nobleman of the kingdom, in addition to the glorious identity of a clergyman, Duke El is more of a nobleman's gloom and wisdom, and the two almost extreme personality charms may only be able to accommodate his body at the same time.

The death elemental on the fingertips of the gray-robed undead dissipated, and the Mostima Gladiatorial Colosseum filled the air with a vague smell of blood.

"Duke El, Elder's clergy, it seems that the development of events has been somewhat unexpected for you?"

The soul fire in the eyes of the gray-robed undead flickered mysteriously, faintly revealing the brilliance of human nature.

"The shelter of the god Haas has been cut off, the city of chaos is not a mermaid slum, and the bewitched exiles should be waking up, and it seems that there are a few great heretics who should have been burned to death. ”

"Lord of the Dead, all I can say is that the game between us is over, whether you are purified by the Light or wailed in Hell depends on your final worth. ”

Duke El stared at the door of space with a deep gaze, as if he saw a tiny speck of dust fall from it.

"Of course, just as I risked my life to unite with the Fallen Knight Charles, the ultimate goal is just to be a reckless and foolish child, so what about your real intentions, to become a merchant who controls the economic lifeblood of the Chaos Capital, or to let the light of the God of Light envelop the entire black land?"

Now there is no need to hide anything, the lich ripped off the gray robe on his body, revealing the rotten **, and maggots climbed freely on his body, as if trying to conquer a magnificent mountain.

"If you don't want to be evaporated by the flames of God, I advise you to put that thing on, it's disgusting. ”

Duke El frowned and muttered, "Ugly undead, I really want to stick a cross in your head." ”

"It is true, but it is a pity that even a high priest with the 'Cross of Thorns' could not have purified me silently, I am a half-finished lich, and although my head and limbs remain in the lowest skeletal state, it is not a bad thing, because I have retained the wisdom of a human. ”

The soul fire in the lich's eyes flickered gently with the words, and he quietly pinched the last white onyx chess piece in his hand and played with it.

Duke El sat down again with heavy steps, the ancient Hebrew dining table was like an impassable river, although narrow, it completely cut off the relationship between the two, and a trace of imperceptible shrewdness flashed in El's small eyes, and said:

"Your Excellency the Ugly Undead, sincerity is the only condition of the Alliance, so, I have decided to tell you a secret, and this secret, which I can swear by the faith of the God of Light, will make you despair. ”

In an instant, the Duke of El tore open a magic scroll, and a rich and magnificent aura enveloped Mostima, and all the mysterious and dark dead silence was gone.

Sixth-order light magic, holy baptism!

"What!"

The lich suddenly felt that something was wrong, and with a thick black mist, a bone staff quietly appeared in his dry hand, but it was too late, and before he could chant the evil undead spell, another long sword that shone with milky white light was already on his neck.

"Bell. ”

The white onyx chess pieces fell to the ground, and the crisp sound of shattering echoed quietly in the Mostima gladiatorial arena.

"Don't!"

The hysterical wails not only broke the silence, but also made the whole of Mostima seem even more creepy, the divine power is the blazing flame of sanction for the undead, enough to make their fallen souls experience the most painful torment, under the baptism of light and the blazing of the divine light, even a lich who has fallen in the sea of undead magic for a hundred years has to lose the idea of resistance at this time.

With a look of disgust, Al Gong took off the 'Cross of Thorns' crest hanging from his chest with his big fat hand, and slowly approached the head of the undead.

One by one, the white maggots fell to the ground, and they were squirming wildly when they felt the danger, but these guys were trampled by a high-heeled forged silver boot when they fled, and the slender ** was as flawless as the moon, and the blue-haired woman revealed a beautiful face from the darkness behind the lich, with a holy and cold expression.

"El, it seems that they are smarter than the undead. ”

"No, no, no, they're stupid, because this lich is alive and they're dead. ”

Al smiled and said, "Honorable Lord of the Undead, please understand that sentence by now, whether you die or die tomorrow, don't give up struggling, because maybe if you struggle, you may die directly, and then the pain will be much less." ”

"Templar, I underestimate you, but I still have a question, Duke Eyre, no, Priest El, why can't I feel the magic of light in you, that abominable power can't be disguised by the undead. ”

The lich struggled to look behind him, and when he found a pair of cold and beautiful eyes looking down at his humble self at his feet, his expression immediately languished, and almost instantly he lost his life, and the soul fire in his eyes was struggling weakly, as if it would be extinguished with the next breath.

"Let me tell you a secret first, promise to live well, but you must do it. ”

Duke El suddenly withdrew the cross of thorns again, and he gently picked up a bow on the ground and tied it to his chest.

"I received Lord Snooker's white-feathered letterraft, the seed of hope of a heretical family who fled to the City of Chaos, and it just so happened that he was also a child. ”

The lich was stunned, and the glamorous and noble Templar warrior actually put her sword back, and a faint smile appeared on her beautiful face.

"Lord Lich, El has completed his mission as a priest, so next, El will be a human nobleman from the Kingdom of Tustin. ”

A warm smile appeared on the face of Duke El's big cake, and he didn't care about the rotten and smelly **, and lifted the dying lich up.

While the gray-robed lich was still hesitating in the sudden change, the night sky of the chaotic capital was ended, and the glorious day arrived, not by the light of dawn, but from the door of space.

"Miracles, angels!"

The Duke of El roared, and a blonde boy with wings on his shoulders slowly stepped out of the door of space and descended on this sinful black land, and Mostima looked so ugly and vulgar in front of his light.