The dawn pierces the darkness.

The earth is bright.

The huge offensive and defensive battle in the following year of the revival finally came to an end at the moment when the sun was rising.

In the end, both sides lose.

Needless to say, the Holy See of Light was almost on the verge of annihilation, and the three major legions that came together with great momentum were also defeated at the very end, so they could only retreat helplessly.

The demon legion had already fled north under the leadership of Amosich, and the leaderless necromancers had lost most of their money, so they could only flee from Ranken in a hurry, and the Grand Commander of the Judgment Crusaders standing on the tower listened to the sound of the trumpets coming from the south, and his face couldn't help but change.

The horn sounded, Qingyue suppressed the clouds, and the stone statue listened for a moment, then turned his head to confirm, "This is ...... The carved silver horn of the Empire of Buyada?"

"Well," Silves nodded solemnly, and after a moment's thought, he quickly turned around, "I have to go, I'll do what I've called, don't forget." ”

The stone statue replied and watched him stride down the Holy White Tower before turning his head and gently throwing aside the "Holy Spirit Eye" in his hand.

The sword aura in the sky has gradually dissipated, and the invading enemy forces have all withdrawn, and the soft sunlight soothes the wounds of the city. All the invading enemy forces were evacuated, and the soldiers and civilians who survived the catastrophe seemed to be in disbelief, with an indescribable dazed and tired face.

The shouts of killing were completely gone, and the morning after the great battle seemed a little silent, the traces of the war were being quickly washed away by the shining sun, and the bloody battle not long ago seemed like a world away.

Only in mid-air, the pure white flame was still burning, and in the swirling flames, a god-like figure loomed.

In the square, Innedil tilted his head slightly, listening to the account of the Holy Maiden of Gothia about the ritual of "God's Grace". An inexplicable light flickered in his eyes. He stared at the figure in the flames, frowning.

Unlike the simple-minded saint, of course, he knew that Allegri was not a good man and a woman. Today, the defeat of the three major armies is defeated, and the withdrawal of those who have withdrawn. Reinforcements from the Holy Alliance had arrived in the starry night, and Ranken's precarious situation had been completely reversed, and the clouds had been replaced by bright sunshine.

And now, the only uncertain factor is Allegri in mid-air. Although he had achieved such a feat under the compulsion of the will of the gods, what about after the ritual was over?

"Godia," he asked, turning his head away, in a low voice. "Is there a record in the scriptures that what will happen to him after the ceremony is over?"

"What do you mean?" the pale girl blinked, puzzled.

"That's it...... Will he be naturalized by the Lord, and will there be any remnants of this vast power?" said Innedir, pondering his words.

"Those who perform the 'God-given Grace' ritual are devout believers in the Lord, so why should they be naturalized?" the girl replied casually, "As for divine power. The jade book doesn't go into details, but there should be something left behind. ”

"Is there anything left...... This ......," Inedil mused. If Allegri's strength had improved as a result, it would not have been a situation he would have liked. On the other hand, if he regains his sanity after the ceremony, it will be a great problem for the Holy See, which is unable to fight again.

"What is the archbishop worried about?" the girl smiled easily as she glanced at Innedir, who was full of worry. "Even if he is not a believer in the Lord, it is not too bad for someone who can inherit 'God's grace,' right?"

The desperate situation had been alleviated by him, and for some hidden reasons, she had a good impression of Allegri.

But Inedil doesn't think so. Whether it was the "Final Fire" in the "Valhalla Square", or the evil deeds of opening the portal to purgatory, so that the "Path of the Lightwalker" mocked him all the time, and the bloody battle with the Herseus Valley, he gritted his teeth at Allegri to the extreme. And he was also sure that Allegri didn't feel much better about him.

"Won't it be too bad?" he shook his head, looking at the girl with a confused expression, "You see, he is a student of Herseus, and all kinds of evil deeds are too numerous to mention. ”

"Perhaps," said the Holy Maiden of Cotillia, shaking her head slightly, and whispering in her voice, "but even so, I do not think that he will be like Herseus, at least, Herseus certainly cannot bear the ritual of 'God's grace'. ”

Seeing her rare resolute face, Innedil was slightly stunned, and could only turn his head helplessly and sigh in a low voice.

Seeing that the ritual was coming to an end, he had to think of an appropriate response. But looking around at the remnants of the defeated soldiers around him, and feeling the little divine power left in his body, he had to sigh again.

The mountains and rivers are exhausted, and they have no power to fight again, so they can only let the other party take what they want, how to deal with it?

To the south of Ranken, there are far hills, and the white-thorn flower army flag hunts and flies.

The Holy Alliance's reinforcements finally arrived in time at this most critical moment.

Perhaps, we should not use the word "timely", because the general attack plan of the three major army corps at the end of the year originally included the itinerary of the reinforcements.

Similarly, according to the original plan of Silves and the "Speaker of the White Bones", by the time reinforcements arrived, they should have completely occupied the holy city of Ranken.

But within a day, three in and three out, the changes in the battle situation were treacherous, and they finally failed. But on more than one occasion, their fingers touched the scepter of the Goddess of Victory.

After the general offensive was launched, the "Yellow Springs and Rain" that had been accumulated for three months fell one after another, and the city of Rankine was on the verge of falling for the first time. However, the "Pale Lord" gathered the city's hopes with holy words, and Inedil mobilized all the power of the White Tower, and the two joined forces to strike, and the "Death Cloak" was completely shattered.

But this was not a turning point, and what followed was the rampant Nightmare Behemoth, the three major legions exerted their strength at the same time, and the outer city walls were broken in one fell swoop.

At the time of the crisis, Gothia sang a hymn and launched the "Feather of Holy Light", and the evil in the city was gradually purified.

But people are not as good as the sky, and if you think about it, the God of Light should also be counted in the "sky". Allegri inadvertently triggered the "God's Favor" ceremony, and the majestic power of the "Bright Sacred Flame" merged with the flow of information in the inexplicable space, and under the will of the god, the sword light fell in the sky, and the powerful enemy retreated. Even the "Speaker of the White Bones" himself was slashed into the dust by his volley.

It may sound imposing, but Allegri can only secretly curse himself for being cheap. Once upon a time, he was very skeptical that there really were gods in this world, but now, he was undoubtedly being used by a god.

Now it's a good thing, the curtain of this year-end drama is about to be lowered, and the characters with bold names have all withdrawn, and only one person who is still pitiful is here to support the scene.

What's even more infuriating is that what about your own costume?

As the soul character throughout the play, what's the matter with a pure white flame wrapped in a nude? Is his character the younger brother of the red child, the white child?

The "Divine Lord's Glance" in his hand gradually dimmed, fortunately, the pure white flames around him showed no signs of abating, but he could clearly feel that the majestic surging divine power had been consumed. But even so, there is still a terrifying energy in what little bit of it remains.

But in everything in the world, there will always be a moment when the song ends and people disperse.

The figure sank slightly.

Allegri felt that he was stepping forward again.

Above the sky, the flaming god dragged his sword upside down, trampling on the void, and the bright sunlight splashed on his body, and the brilliance was infinite.

He began to patrol the skies above the city of Lancoln, inspecting the sacred city protected by "him".

The "Holy Flame Sword" had long since dimmed, and the patterns that had been carefully cast had melted into a mess, but there was a little mysterious and inexplicable deep meaning in the chaos. The sword light in the sky had long since completely dissipated, but the soldiers and people under his feet looked up at him with more respect and gratitude, and the frenzy was as if they had seen the Lord of Light come in person. There were even some devout believers who involuntarily knelt down, muttered prayers, and shed tears on the spot.

Subconsciously, Allegri was a little resistant to this in his heart, but that strong will still dominated his body, so he could only accept the worship of everyone in this way.

In this way, he walked gracefully around the city, cheering and cheering everywhere he went. His blazing white eyes were still flat and indifferent, but he could always feel the faint warmth in them.

Footsteps stopped.

Allegri returned to the Cathedral of Coteady, hovering above the whitestone platform, looking down at Rankine for the last time. He has driven out all the evils in the city, his mission has been accomplished, and the ancient ritual of "God's Grace" is officially coming to an end.

With a low sigh, the once strong will that could not be shaken slowly began to dissipate, the thick barrier between the soul and the body gradually dissolved, and the tentacles of spiritual power began to rebuild a bridge of communication between the two.

The fingers were already trembling slightly, and control of the body was being taken over by Allegri little by little.

He couldn't help but be happy in his heart, it seemed that this god was still quite kind, and after taking advantage of himself, he didn't fall into the well, and took advantage of the situation to take his body for himself.

Renting rather than being usurped doesn't sound bad.

What about rent, though?

Allegri was trying to probe the changes in his body to see if the remaining energy was still there, and then take it away as rent.

But, wait, there seems to be something very urgent that you're slipping through?

Not right-

This seems to be still in mid-air, right? (To be continued......)

PS: (Double watch, damn, I regret it to death, I have to add the plot of Ranken's offensive and defensive battle on a whim for what I want, 1.27.268)