According to ancient legends, the old world was burned out in a fire, and the new world was born in it.

The flame that destroys everything and creates everything is called the "Final Fire."

There are many kinds of flames in the world, the flame of purgatory is a terrifying black and red, the flame of light is a brilliant pure white, and the flame of the end has no color.

On that platform, you can clearly see a magician who is not very tall, raising his hands in the air, but when he closes his eyes, he can only feel a burst of fire rising into the sky.

Even those with their backs to the platform could feel the flames burning.

The final fire, which you can never see with your naked eyes, is imprinted directly into your soul.

"Follow me," Allegri's voice was calm, and he whispered softly with the colorless flames around him, a look of pain on his face, "Don't be afraid. ”

It's a rather eerie sight, and when you open your eyes, you'll find just an ordinary magician walking. But when you close your eyes, you can see a flame in the shape of a humanoid, exuding a hot and terrifying power.

He slowly descended from the platform, and as he passed, the solid stone floor turned into a layer of gray-white embers beneath his feet.

He dragged the gray-white trail of embers and scorch marks towards the middle of the square. Dios and Illo protected Athea and followed him step by step.

Silves hesitated for a moment, but finally waved his hand and led his men to get out of the way.

Before this flame, he felt an unspeakable terror.

******

A black-robed vice-inquisitor was closest to them, and when he saw Silves' behavior, he snorted, and the slender bayonet sword slashed diagonally towards Allegri.

However, only half a meter away from Allegri's side, the sword suddenly stopped. It looks like it's stuck in the air, but it's actually stopped by the flames.

The colorless flames climbed up the sword like a spiritual snake, and between the lightning and flint, it burned to the body of the deputy presiding judge.

People were still stunned to know what was happening in the Dao, and the place where the deputy inquisitor of the Inquisition, who had the strength of a superior warrior, was located, and only a cloud of gray-white embers remained.

It's like the slate under Allegri's feet and behind him.

The archbishop's face changed, and he was about to stop him, but the archinquisitor Anarysta had already rushed over a few steps. She spun around, the slender chains around Allegri reaching for Althea following him.

Obviously, she didn't want to face that terrifying flame either.

Allegri snorted coldly and pointed slightly towards this "Spider Queen" with legendary strength.

She leaned down in pain suddenly, her hood limply slipping away, revealing a beautiful face that was charming and delicate.

A terrifying sight was happening on her face. A few tiny white flames erupted from her flawless features, and the gray-black energy around her body creaked in the burning and quickly vanished.

Such a legendary professional was knocked down by a professional rank in just a few breaths.

"The Final Fire?" the archbishop finally confirmed, subconsciously took a step back, and hurriedly waved his hand to signal his subordinates to all dodge.

******

A group of Knights Templar, led by Flodin, was heading this way. Escorted by them was none other than the blonde-haired, gray-faced Nacini.

That's exactly what Allegri is aiming for.

He turned slightly and walked over.

All the Light Cultists in that direction changed color at the same time, and they all retreated, making way for a wide passage.

After all, the beautiful woman who is still bending over there in pain is a lesson from the past. It is the master of the terrifying Inquisition, the legendary "Spider Queen".

Another legendary professional, "Knight of Holy Grace" Flodin, paused for a moment and resolutely stood in front of Nacini, the golden energy of the warhammer stirring. The spirit of the paladin does not allow him to retreat in the face of a strong enemy.

"Flodin, stand out!" the archbishop suddenly shouted, after such a huge loss, it is definitely not something that the Church of Light can afford to lose another legendary professional for the sake of so-called chivalry.

Flordin sighed and turned back, "Prince Nacini, you can go." ”

Nacchini, whose face was dejected, flipped off his horse and walked over, his eyes swept over the faces of Allegri and Aithea, and finally looked at his father's corpse not far away.

"Your father wouldn't want to see you like this. Allegri led him towards the body of the Thunder King, and when he saw Nacini's hopeless appearance, he couldn't help but whisper.

Nacini nodded, glanced at the sluggish Jonas, and slowly fell to his knees in front of the Thunder King.

His first action was to reach for the blood-stained silk edict.

Spreading it out and reading it word by word, Nacini's face finally came to life a little. He threw the scroll at Jonas and laughed.

"He?" Allegri glanced at Jonas inquiringly, a flame churning in his palm.

"No," Nacini shook his head and sneered, "he's going to be miserable for the rest of his life." ”

Vigorously kowtowing to the corpse of the Thunder King, Nacini pulled out the blade of Uduls Weeping Blood, which was stuck in the ground, and resolutely turned away.

Allegri watched him silently, waving his hand to signal Dios and Illo to protect Althea and follow Nacini while he himself protected him.

Suddenly, he patted his head as if remembering something. A few steps to the front of the Lightcast Gate, squinting at the Cathedral of Gothia on the other side of the portal, as if looking for something interesting.

Then, with a flick of his fingers, a small, colorless spark stuck to the portal, and the massive lightcast portal burned into nothingness in the raging black flames.

This is the Final Fire, and it destroys everything because it incinerates everything, even the power of the gods.

After completely cutting off their back path, Allegri glanced at the pale Cultists around him and couldn't help but smile with satisfaction.

He turned and walked towards the center of the square, but his mouth was muttering,

"He looks very handsome, his figure is good, the Church of Light is very benevolent, and he was given a small crotch cloth. ”

Dios's soul is liberated, but his body is still being burned on the flame of light.

Allegri's mystery had finally been verified, and it made him seem to be in a good mood.

******

Holding the sword of the god of war, Nacini walked in the middle of Valhalla, his steps becoming more and more determined.

This is the place of glory that his ancestors anointed with the blood, this is the place where his father finally fought, and this is the place where his warriors perished. There are countless heroic spirits here, quietly watching their children and grandchildren.

He walked slowly to the center of the square, and shouted in a slightly hoarse voice,

"Sons of the people, I am Nacini—"

Haji, the great magician whose mana was almost exhausted, casually added a sound amplification technique to him.

"Sons of the god of war, I am Nacini Snowton, my father passed the throne of Snowton to me, and I cannot inherit the city of Vanuna. His voice was a little low, but it didn't lose the power it contained.

"I'm going to the southern regions of the Empire to take command of the armies there against my father-killing brother, and I'm going to lead Snowton's army to wipe out the Church of Light from the Empire—" Nacini's voice grew higher.

"Now, which of you wants to come with me?"

He roared and roared, raising his sword and roaming the square like a young lion patrolling his territory.

The remnants of the young officers were the first to stand up, and part of the Janissaries began to disobey Finn's orders, and more and more people climbed up from both sides of the square, from the stands, and even from the ditches beside the Boulevard de Triumph, and they followed Nacini as part of the lions.

From a few, dozens, to hundreds or thousands, the line behind Nacini grew longer and longer.

He led the team around the square, but the Cultists of Light did not dare to make any moves.

Allegri stood in front of them, watching them quietly, colorless flames churning.

A small number of valiant nobles, a part of the commoners and warriors, and almost all the young officers, were the main components of this army behind Nacini.

The other Snowdons looked at them quietly, they either lacked courage, or they still had family and emotional concerns, and there was some envy and some sadness in their eyes.

An old Praetorian Guard officer, watching his familiar soldiers pass by before his eyes, defected to the new king in exile, but did not do anything to obstruct him. The huge family fortune and the high officials restrained his steps, but it did not prevent him from blessing these young men in his heart.

The "Thunder Lion" again had its own army. (The first update, the collection has skyrocketed and dazzled me~)

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