Once upon a time, when Allegri was still very idle.

He often sat on the shore of a pale blue mountain lake, looking out at the smooth backs of the cattle and horses on the gentle slopes, looming among the undulating long grass.

At that time, he had not been in this world for long, and the memory of his previous life was as clear as yesterday. When he was bored, he would spend a lot of time trying to use the common sense rules of the original world to decipher the mysterious knowledge that had never been seen here. This will give him a kind of stability in his dazed heart, as if the Earth World Realm is not far away from him, and he is just inadvertently stringing together.

But this world is indeed very different.

Whether it's the gods in the sky, the mighty and terrifying monsters, and the races that have never been seen before, everything seems new and strange. Among them, he came into contact with the earliest and most understood a variety of career systems. At his behalf, and beside him, are the three most common basic classes: Warrior, Ranger, and Wizard.

However, as a magician, it is easier for him to understand the strength of a warrior, but he finds it really difficult to understand things like gods and magic.

Even though he had been able to successfully and smoothly unleash many different spells, he still didn't know much about the mysteries of mental power and the principles of spells.

In this case, the first thing he started to study was the fire spell that he was good at. Searching for what little knowledge of physics and thermodynamics he had left in his memory, he tried in vain to unravel the mysteries of these spells in a more scientific language.

That small ball of pure white flame is the biggest gain.

On the basis of the understanding that spells are energy, he began to finely adjust the miniature structure inside the flame, trying to make it orderly and compressed, so that a fireball can contain more powerful power, and the color of the flame will become lighter and lighter from ordinary yellow-red. If he wants to. It can even make this flame colorless and transparent. Of course, the energy required to do so was a thousand times that of adjusting to pure white, and that kind of fine control of the mental power consumed was not something he could afford at that time, so there was only a theoretical possibility.

He was a little elated that a normal-sized fireball had the heat to boil an entire square of water, which if it was applied to the improvement of the spell. Wouldn't it greatly increase the damage of magic?

Allegri, who was full of ambition and shouted that knowledge is the power of power, was eager to apply the research results in practice, but was immediately poured cold water.

As a violent and lively element of magic, the flame's internal structure is extremely unstable. A burning flame is constantly changing, all the time. Allegri had to maintain control over the flames down to the slightest if he wanted to maintain that pure white color and power all the time. But in this way, the power of the fireball technique was greatly increased, and the spiritual power he consumed as a result was not much different from even releasing a large spell.

And in the process, as long as there is a slight difference in the pool. The orderly structure will revert to chaos, and all previous efforts will be lost. Allegri finally understood that maybe those fire mages didn't understand science before, but there must have been people who had studied to a similar level as him, but it was very difficult for this kind of results to be popularized and applied in actual combat on a large scale, so they were slowly eliminated.

Because, during the time you were fine-tuning the structure, more than a dozen fireball spells were released. The opponent's spell has also smashed into your face. And the mental power you expended on stabilizing the fireballs is more than enough to throw dozens of fireballs.

Since it's half the effort. Allegri gave up on further study, and the pure white flame was never unleashed again.

It wasn't until he came to the Cathedral of Cotia in person and saw the blazing "Flame of Light" that he suddenly remembered the attempts he had made back then.

This flame, which is regarded as the supreme holy relic by the entire Holy See of Light, also presents a pure white color. But without any maintenance, it kept burning this color for hundreds of years. It has not been extinguished, not even weakened by half a minute.

So when he was just approaching the stone platform, Allegri couldn't help but observe curiously for a long time before he came to his senses, although this flame was very similar to his pure white flame in appearance, but it was very different in nature. The Flame of Light gave him a sense of stability and gentleness. Compared to the normal violent and changeable flames, it was closer to the power of the Holy Light system than the flame system.

However, in order to remove Dios's body, he had to pass through the flames. Although it has a mild feeling, there is no ordinary fire under the fame, and Allegri can definitely imagine that if he stretched out his hand, he would definitely be burned to charcoal. With a try-out mentality, Allegri wrapped his left hand in the kind of flame he had researched, trying to isolate the damage caused by the "Bright Flame" as much as possible.

After all, they all look similar, maybe they can be confused, and they only need a momentary buffer to be enough.

However, I never expected it.

The moment his "white glove" touched the "Bright Holy Flame", he was immediately pulled into such a vast and strange space, and there was no way to escape from it.

After a long search, Allegri had forgotten how long he had been here, and finally cleared all possible suspicions.

Helpless, he began to think back to how he had come into this space in the first place. After all, the bell must be tied to the bell, and some clues may be found from it.

All possibilities began to condense into the pure white flame that he had released.

Although in the feeling of feeling, the difference between the flame released by himself and the "Bright Holy Flame" is like mud. But there is no guarantee that everyone will be as discerning as the old man.

Perhaps, because of its similar appearance, the "Bright Flame" regarded that flame as its long-lost brother.

Allegri tilted his head and rejected the idea, as he thought of a bigger possibility.

The "Bright Flame of Light" looks very powerful and majestic, and it is likely that as soon as I saw the small flame in my hand, I immediately couldn't hold it and plundered myself with the fire.

As a result, it found that the flame was gone, and it left itself alone in disappointment.

He frowned, and the more he thought about it, the more he felt that his reasoning was seamless. It seems that only dead horses are now regarded as live horse doctors, and they can see if the "Bright Holy Flame" is so hungry and thirsty.

"Bang".

A small fireball was released in an instant.

An ordinary small flame with a slight reddish tinge in the yellow was suspended in Allegri's hands, burning quietly.

Looking at the slight blush on "her" face, watching "her" swaying gently and bulging with a well-rounded body, Allegri couldn't help but admire.

There is no doubt that this is definitely a genuine noble lady in the flame world.

Savoring the faint warmth, Allegri shook his head regretfully, "It's a pity, the old man is going to sacrifice you to the cruel Great Demon King."

However, in order to attract the attention of the "Bright Flame", this is not enough.

Allegri began to control his mental power, making subtle adjustments to the fireball's internal structure. If you want to be confused, you have to dress up the fireball girl.

The color faded and the flames changed from yellow to red to pure white.

Finally, the whitening plan of the fireball was completed.

The flame in Allegri's hand had completely turned pure white.

Allegri looked around nervously, ready to throw away the fireball in his hand at the slightest movement.

However, there is no response?

He was a little puzzled, and subconsciously raised the fireball in his hand.

In an instant, the situation suddenly changed!

Above the square, there was chaos.

And the initiator of all this is none other than our mighty and majestic Lord Illo.

At present, the potential power in the field is mainly divided into three batches, among which the Bright Sect side is the most powerful, but the high-end combat power is very poor. The Holy Maiden at the end of the crossbow was already paralyzed on the ground, relying only on the most powerful willpower to maintain this magic technique. The chants were intermittent, and the feathers of light seemed to be shadowy, somewhere between the virtual and the real.

Needless to say, Inedil had almost exhausted all his divine power, and could only command the large but weak guards to barely stop Silves's pace.

There were two people on one side of Illo on the stone platform, and there was a barely combat-ready Todd in the corner. Allegri, the strongest of the three, could not fight, so in terms of strength, they were the weakest of them.

And Silves, who came from the southeast corner, although he was single-handed, his strength was the best in the field. If he is allowed to do as much as he wants, he will be able to slaughter the entire square with his legendary strength. Even if Allegri woke up, he would not be his opponent at all.

However, the current situation is quite the opposite.

The most powerful of all, Silves, was shot by Illo's arrow, and was greatly weakened by the double suppression of the curse and the Holy Light, and was entangled in place by the guards.

Inedil was not much better, he was knocked to the ground by an arrow secretly shot by Illo, and could only barely command the dispatch under the protection of a few guards. Of course, he also wanted to target the half-elves, but if he mobilized too few troops, he could only die in vain, and too many would make Silves easily break the siege, so he could only put it aside for the time being and deal with Silves, an apostate, with all his might.

So Illo, who was originally the weakest, now leaned leisurely on the stone railing, humming a little song in his mouth, highlighting a comfortable one.

He watched the situation from afar, occasionally letting go of cold arrows, trying to keep both sides even, lest they take advantage and draw their hands against him. (To be continued......)

PS: (1st Update)