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For the first time in history, the boundless flames of war had spread to Rankin City, a nine-story white tower that was regarded as the greatest reliance by the military and civilians of the city, but it was completely independent of the fierce battle.

In the past, the White Tower, shrouded in color and singing, was now dim and dull, and it seemed weak and depressed.

At the top of this tower, the "Stone Pope" stands silently.

This white stone statue was performed by the "Lord of Light" himself, and the image of a perfect saint is used as a standard. But at this moment, above that handsome face, a gloomy color spread like a tide, and even looked a little eerie.

From his point of view, the sword light in the sky fell like rain, and screams and cries of pain were mixed together. Unlike the "Feathers of Holy Light", although these incandescent white sword lights were slightly inferior in number, they were unmatched, leaving no armor in their passes, and even a small number of soldiers of the New Army were affected.

In Ranken, the situation was in dire chaos for a while.

However, this stone statue, which had long been occupied by the dove, did not care about this, his eyes were fixed on the pure white flames suspended in the air, and his brows were furrowed and thoughtful.

"It's ...... Miracles......" he muttered as he rubbed the slightly cloudy crystal ball in his hand.

In the sky-high firelight, the pure divine breath was clearly discerning, and when Allegri waved his hand, the incomparable vast divine power erupted, and the sword light enveloped the whole city, and the momentum was invincible, all of which clearly showed that these were the original power of the Divine Lord of Light himself.

With the identity and experience of the "Pale Lord", of course, I know what these mean.

So his face was gloomy and his brow furrowed, so he began to wander around, looking for the familiar figure.

That one is from Hell. The old enemy who has been entangled with him for thousands of years in this world realm is also the closest companion to him at the moment.

He must have noticed this real miracle as well.

Yes, really, miracles.

Perhaps in the eyes of ordinary people in the world. Over the past two thousand years, the so-called "miracles" that have been circulating in various parts of the mainland are enough to prove that the gods and goddesses still exist. The solemn hymns that sounded out of thin air, the blessings of the holy light when the foundation stone of the church was laid, and the images of angels descending from heaven all made the group of devout believers bow down and pin their praises and prayers.

What a bunch of naïve and ignorant guys.

A disdainful smile hung on the corner of the stone statue's mouth, and if these believers one day entered the five-story library of the Holy White Tower and flipped through the extremely confidential archives with their own hands, they would be dumbfounded. The glorious omen they believe in is not as glamorous as it seems.

He gently stroked the crystal ball in his hand, this "eye of the Holy Spirit", which was in the hands of the successive archbishops of the Holy See of Light. They have the power to dominate the hearts and minds of the people, and they are at the top of the hierarchy because of their unique role in controlling the beliefs of the people.

Among them, "miracles" are naturally also an extremely important part. And there are several more important dramas. Even the "Pale Lord" once took matters into his own hands.

He shook his head and smiled, his gaze looking down. Sharp white sword light swept across the city. The invaders were driven out of the city again. The necromancers who witnessed the "Speaker of the White Bones" being cut down in the air were so frightened that they didn't even have time to care about the necromantic creatures they controlled, so they fled out of the city in a hurry. However, their carefully blessed magic shield was as fragile as paper silk in front of the sword light, leaving a lot of lives along the way.

On the other side of the city. The Judgment Crusaders fled in an even more awkward manner. Unlike the Necromantic Legion, Silves' men did not have necromantic creatures as cover, and could only use their physical bodies to block the attacks of sword light, and the damage was even more severe. And their great commander is helpless against it. He even escaped from the city gate before anyone else, and seemed to be very afraid of those sword lights.

Standing on a small slope outside the city, Silves also frowned.

"Miracles of the True God...... How can it be...... Back then, it was clear that ......" The deep voice sounded in the shadows, intermittently without a beginning or an end, making people foggy. But here and now, there are no observers, and even Silves's will has long since fallen into a deep sleep.

Standing here now is a complete "Lord of Shadows". In such an emergency, he must turn on the mode of full control to deal with whatever may happen.

However, this is the case now...... Now this is the case......

He subconsciously raised his head and looked at the tall tower in the northwest.

Allegri knew everything that was going on around him.

The deep night sky, the bright sword light, the head of the soldiers and civilians in the city, he stepped on the clouds, volleyed the "White Bone Speaker", and the vast and unparalleled power poured out of his hands, as his arm pointed freely, with the power of one person, unilaterally slaughtering tens of thousands of troops.

All of this, he knew all this clearly.

Even, he could see the momentary change in emotion on the face of the "White Bone Speaker" when the Holy Flame Sword in his hand fell, and he could see that his body was cut off by the waist, and the gray-white spirit body that escaped frantically escaped.

He didn't make any extra moves, and as soon as he killed the "Bone Speaker", his attention seemed to immediately shift to the army raging in the city. It seems that all of his actions follow a rigid and fixed routine, and will only be triggered when he feels an enemy.

According to Allegri's diligent exploration, there was no other soul in his body, only a simple and powerful will that took his place in control of the body.

Is this the so-called will of God?

In the sea of souls, only scattered fragments of memories remain. In the inexplicable space, the flow of information that followed the energy into his body seemed to have completely fused with the divine power in the "Bright Holy Flame". But it was this glimpse that Allegri's understanding of the light system was no longer under a high-ranking priest who had been immersed in it for many years.

However, it was the occasional mention of the information that really shocked him, as if in the midst of the mess of debris, there was a hideous beast.

Is that really the case?

Sky...... Is it above?

He shook his head secretly in his heart, discarding these scattered thoughts. After all, his uncertain situation was even more worrying now, which made him regret that he had to drag the half-elves to Rankine on a whim to steal corpses. According to his calculations at the time, a great mage and a high-level ranger like Illo should not miss anything as long as they are vigilant in this chaotic battlefield.

But a behemoth like the Church of Light, which has dominated one side for thousands of years, has a deep inner heritage. What's more, this power is also closely related to a powerful god. Seeing that when the mountains and rivers were exhausted, it was really surprising that there was such an arrangement to turn the tide of the battle, but he actually affected himself, which made him a little unable to laugh.

What's next?

The Tower of the White White, top floor.

The unbelievable picture of the Grand Commander of the Judgment Crusaders standing side by side with the "Stone Pope" of the Holy See of Light, in the darkest night before dawn.

"Confirmed?" The two sworn enemies, who have been fighting for countless years, also have an extraordinary tacit understanding. The two looked at each other and nodded, confirming the information they had gathered together.

"I thought it would be seamless, but I didn't expect that after so many years, there would still be a mistake," the stone statue sighed slightly, and asked softly, "The strength of the two of us alone is not enough to deal with this matter, right?"

"Not enough," Silves shook his head, "they must be summoned together in the name of the two of us. He replied as he looked around him, and if it weren't for the fact that the power of the White Tower had been completely depleted, it would have been almost impossible for him to come here to visit.

"Gather them...... the stone statue thought to the side, "Scarlet is still sealed in the home plane, and the strength of the evil spirits lurking in the misty swamp has been greatly damaged, and I am afraid that it will not be able to make up for the loss of the year." ”

"Yes, it's better than nothing, gather it first," Silves turned around, glared at the stone statue, and said hatefully, "However, if you still yin me like last time, I will fight with you." ”

"How come?" the stone statue was stunned, couldn't help but smile, and hurriedly reassured, "Don't worry, I didn't get any cheap last time, and I will never do that kind of thing that hurts others and is not beneficial to myself again." ”

"I hope so," Silves replied noncommittally, taking a few steps around the stone statue and looking at it curiously, "Speaking of which, you have fallen to such a point? ”

"Not everyone likes to possess as much as you do," the statue replied lightly, "and if something goes wrong with the host, you're going to have a hard time." ”

"The thrill of being a human being, you don't know about stone bumps," Silves sneered and mocked, "Besides, what is it to be completely possessed, Scarlet is a real quirk." ”

"Possessed Blade...... the stone statue watched the sword light in the city gradually thin, and said casually, "Speaking of which, Scarlet is the most violent temper among us, and he is also the best at fighting, if he had him two thousand years ago, we would have had a lot easier." ”

"If you hadn't dragged me back—" Silves, or the Lord of Shadows, snorted coldly, and finally changed the subject after a moment's thought, "I don't think about that, since we were able to succeed last time, this time it will be fine." ”

The statue nodded silently, and turned to look down at the entire city of Ranken.

The sword light is scattered, the east is white, and the coldest day and night of the year is gradually becoming a thing of the past.

Just when the first rays of morning light rose, the sound of Qingyue's horn suddenly came from the far hills in the south. (To be continued......)

PS: (1st update, sorry, resume 2 shifts per day, 1.26.267)