God said, 'Let there be light~!'

So there is light~!"

With Sylmelia's passionate and high-pitched voice, under the urging of the magic crystal, the entire magic array suddenly shone with holy light.

The brilliant white sè sè is like a large white sè umbrella, shrouding the entire island overhead, and the light illuminates every inch of the island.

If viewed from the air, the huge magic array looks like diamonds studded with the sea, shining in the sun.

At the same time, there was a low, loud humming sound in the air.

The sound was very strange, the frequency was very low at first, although the sound was not high, but everyone present felt the strong vibration of the sound, and the sound wave tremor made their abdomen and chest contract for a while.

Every time it sounded, everyone's hearts jumped suddenly.

The holy light on the entire magic array also flickered, and it shook and shook and shook that the light rose to the sky in a regular manner, spread, then disappeared, and then lit up again, like a beating heart.

The Magic Array is a huge living thing, breathing hard to accumulate strength.

As it vibrates, the light of the Light grows brighter and thicker. It was like a thick and indissolvable cow nǎi, completely enveloping everyone in the magic array.

In the strong white light, everyone could only see the blurred outlines of their companions, and it was almost difficult to open their eyes.

Then the light beat faster and faster, faster and faster. The last flickering interval was almost indistinguishable to the naked eye, and the splendor enveloped the island.

At this moment, Schillea clenched her left hand into a fist. Hold the Mountain of Light in your hand towards the sky. I want to raise my hand high in the air.

But she felt as heavy as a mountain on her hands. What Fa ngfo held up was the brilliance of the entire magic array, so that she could only raise her arms inch by inch with difficulty.

When her hand was raised above her head, she felt the resistance suddenly increase.

Although Schillea pressed for her silver teeth and tried hard with all her body, green veins burst out of her originally slender and white arms, and her arms turned slightly red from being used too much, but she still couldn't raise her hand an inch higher.

At the same time, she felt the holy power in her body draining rapidly. It's like opening a floodgate.

Sylmeria couldn't help but chuckle in her heart, although she was the Pope, but after all, she was too young, she had less time to accumulate, and the Holy Power contained in her body was too little.

The holy power in her body was simply not enough to support and command such a large-scale magic array.

At this time, through the magic crystal ball, you can see. In the distance, the battle between the human powerhouses and the high priest has undergone a radical change.

Due to the high intensity of the battle, the mages consume a lot of magical power. At the same time, they must concentrate on jingshén at the same time, and the consumption of their minds is also very great, at this moment they yijing feel physically tired, so they are getting weaker and weaker, yijing is no longer the momentum of the onslaught at the beginning, and is at a disadvantage.

And the High Priest's mana is endless, and he easily summons one powerful dark creature after another, drops them in front of Ziji, and directs them to fight against humans.

Numerous dark creatures unleashed a suicidal onslaught from all sides, and the Fangfo wanted to overwhelm the human masters.

The strong men of the human race were bullied by him like a pack of dogs, and they only had the ability to parry, but they had no power to fight back. Even if he tried his best, he could only maintain the situation and keep the dark creatures out.

Due to the exhaustion of the body and the exhaustion of the spirit, more and more people hid behind the cardinal archbishops and ascetics, hiding behind them who had held up the shield of the Holy Light, gasping for breath and fighting again.

Only a few powerful archmages and archmages of Rest, as well as a few jingyàn rich magic archers, were still attacking the high priest, and their abilities were also top-notch among this group of masters.

But at this time, their rhythm is getting slower and slower, and it is obvious that they are almost unable to resist.

At the same time, the High Priest had more and more shijiāns to summon more undead creatures while dealing with their attacks.

Hordes of dark creatures coalesce in the air, then scream and pounce on the battlefield.

At this time, the group of human powerhouses was almost completely shrouded in darkness, and they couldn't see the figures in the battle group clearly.

There was a roaring wind all around, and with Yin's icy aura, it formed a whirlwind that swirled around the human race.

The white spirits fluttered like a whirlwind, screaming and circling around them with screams that pierced the hearts of humans.

The Dark Knights burst out of the smoke, wielding their nearly one-man-tall swords, roaring like beasts, roaring and slashing at the human shield of light on the other side.

The strong men of the human race are like a boat in a storm, rising and falling with the storm and raging, and there is a possibility of destruction at any time.

Seeing this, the High Priest had a triumphant smile in his eyes, as long as he continued to strengthen the attack, the human race would definitely not be able to hold on, but instead he waved his staff and slowed down.

The high priest looked at everyone coldly and said in a deep voice, "I'm curious, who came up with this crappy plan of yours, and who is that inner jiān?"

His voice was not high, but through the howling winds, the shrill howls of the wraiths, and the roar of the Dark Knights, it clearly reached the ears of the powerful men of the human race.

The high priest paused for a moment, and then continued: "Say, speak, if anyone speaks, I will spare him death." If it satisfies me, I will also give him eternal life.

Say it, say it......"

His voice was full of fatal temptation, as soft as a lullaby, and many people couldn't help but relax and close their eyes.

There was a hesitant look in someone's eyes. There are even people who want to move forward with dull eyes......

Lester said badly when he saw it, and the old man gritted his teeth, and with all the strength of his body, he swung out a bolt of lightning with all his might.

"Click~!" There was an earth-shattering thunderclap.

In the sky, an orange lightning the size of a water tank slashed down.

It's not the same as it used to be. Hit the High Priest. It's like a ferocious dragon. Lunge at the Dark Knights.

The lightning fell into the crowd of the Dark Knight, and there was a violent explosion, and in the loud bang, the arc of electricity flew out in all directions, and it crackled on the Dark Knight's armor.

The Dark Knights shook their bodies and fell down one after another.

Although it was pitch black, wisps of white mist could still be seen. Emerge from the cracks in their armor.

"Okay~!" Someone in the crowd shouted excitedly, and the pressure on the human side suddenly eased.

There was even a demon archer who cheered up his spirit, and took the opportunity to send another shower of arrows towards the high priest. But then more Dark Knights were summoned by the High Priest and roared out of the darkness.

Seeing this situation, the eyes of many human powerhouses couldn't help but flash a desperate god, as if the high priest's soldiers would never be finished, and no one knew how many dark creatures he could summon in his hands.

Could it be said that the high priest is really an invincible being? Is he really boundless in mana and never tires?

The high priest's eyes flashed with satisfaction.

Although he also paid a huge price, half of his body was damaged by human attacks. It takes a long time to recover.

But he already had the chance to win, and the battle of the dark mage was not a spell battle. Summoning dark creatures is always the dark mage's trump card.

These enemies on the opposite side are all the top powerhouses in the human world, and it is usually difficult to find one or two, if you refine them all into necromancy, it will be of great help to yourself.

If you send them back, they will be slaughtered in the human world. What a blow to humanity would be.

Especially that Lester, if you make him a lich, it will be the first lich of the Grand Magus level.

At the same time, it will once again make mankind soberly realize that the strongest person under the stars is forever invincible.

Under great fear, they did not dare to mention any more landing plans.

Thinking of this, he couldn't help but feel a little proud in his heart, but then he realized that Ziji was out of shape.

The once powerful undead legion did not deploy in human territory, whether it was the sea of the undead, the corpse plague, or even the corpse demons that even the lich himself could not control, they did not play much role in the war.

They were all blown to pieces in the human fire, and this war Ziji actually lost so cleanly, losing everything, and losing two million troops.

This kind of thing, a thousand years ago, I would not have dared to imagine that in the last war, even if he was defeated, the remaining troops could still be withdrawn safely.

But now it appeared in front of him without compromise.

Although he has experienced all the vicissitudes of life and seen everything in the world, this kind of failure still makes him feel a little annoyed and regretful, and let the human artillery and war fortress continue to develop, what else can Ziji do to deal with them in the future?

A crack appeared in the high priest's heart, which had been as solid as a stone.

At the same time, there was a hint of fear hidden in the depths of his heart. There was a hint of fear, even he could barely perceive it: after a thousand years, humanity had become so powerful, and in the future, they would inevitably become even stronger.

And he, the dark mages and the Semites, have not changed much from a thousand years ago.

At this rate, maybe one day in the future, I will die in their hands?~!!

He summoned more than a dozen ghosts, using them to interfere with the human demon archers, and then more than a dozen dark knights who were nearly three meters high, and then said softly again: "Come on, come on, children, join our team, join the world of eternal life, where there is no sorrow, no pain, so that you can forget your troubles." Never Fear Death Again......"

The voice full of magic power echoed in everyone's ears like a dream.

This time, although everyone was prepared, there were still several people who were physically and mentally exhausted, who fell into his way, put down their weapons, and stood in place in a daze.

Then the men hurriedly went up, covered their ears, and then kicked them hard in the body, or stabbed them with a small knife.

With this sudden and severe pain, those who were brought back to their senses. He then dragged them back behind the barrier of light.

Once again, the rhythm of the battle was disrupted. Lester couldn't help but smile bitterly. Anxious. Dark Dao: This old ghost is too powerful, simple bewitchment can use this effect, how many means does this guy hide?

Even Lester himself almost lost his mind just now.

Through the magic crystal ball, Shirmel saw the situation of the battle, and couldn't help but feel anxious, the situation was getting more and more unfavorable, and Lester and they couldn't hold out for long.

But under the pressure of the powerful light, she began to feel the bones all over her body begin to make noises. The palms of the hands have become numb, and the hands are getting heavier and heavier.

If it weren't for the strong perseverance she had cultivated for more than ten years, she would almost have to put her hands down.

Unconsciously, under the pressure, Cilmelia felt a salty burst of saltiness in her mouth, as if blood was gushing out, but then she swallowed it again, then gritted her teeth again and raised her hand strongly.

It's just less than half an inch higher. Once again, the exponential weight came relentlessly.

Schilla couldn't help but give up on her feet and fell to one knee. Her right hand gripped the scepter tightly, supporting her to stand up, but her left hand was still raised high.

When everyone present saw her situation, they couldn't help but feel anxious.

Although God loves the world, God's power is so powerful that no one can bear it.

Although they were scattered in the corners of the magic array, using the power of ziji to maintain the operation of the magic circle, they could all clearly feel the powerful divine power that weighed like a mountain, and it was very difficult to breathe.

Not to mention Shirmearia, who stood in the center of the magic circle and needed to bear almost all of her strength.

In the white light, a wisp of bright red liquid could be seen dripping from the corner of her mouth, forming a shocking contrast with her white and delicate skin.

At this time, even though some people wanted to come forward to help, in the shroud of the powerful holy light, it was like a solidified ox nǎi, which had already condensed into substance, immobilizing their bodies and making it impossible for them to take a step forward.

The Great Wizard Osied stood outside the formation, but his mind was complicated, he couldn't stop sighing, and he shook his hand in a hurry.

The fact that everyone in the Holy See actually launched a powerful magic array really made people feel a burst of envy and jealousy.

This kind of powerful magic array can only be used by a big dog like the Holy See, and the precious materials invested are much more than he has played with in his life.

The Magic Association is simply a guild association, which has no binding force on mages, and there is no way to make money on its own, just to do magic crystals and make small fuss.

Compared with the Holy See's wealth, it is not in the same order of magnitude at all, and this time the Holy See can take out hundreds of tons of magic circle alloy raw materials without hesitation.

But at this time, he also found that something was wrong, and looked at Shirmel on one knee, as if she couldn't support it, and couldn't help but feel anxious.

He glanced sideways at the crystal ball: there, the battle between the human race and the high priest was already in a one-sided situation, and all the strong men of the human race were all pressed and beaten by that old fellow, and they were about to be wiped out.

At this time, the young Pope Xià is at this critical moment, and he wants to drop the chain.

"These guys from the Holy See are really unreliable as always~!" Osied couldn't help but secretly sneer in his heart.

He wanted to go up and help, but he couldn't help but stop when he looked at the thick sacred light like a cow, and then at the huge mountain of light on Schilla's left hand.

The Ring of the Holy Piece is the Ring of Light. It is also a God-given ring, and its power is huge.

Throughout the ages, the only person who can use St. Peter's Ring is the Pope, and if others dare to covet it, they will be punished by God~!

There is even a legend that the Mountain of Light has the consciousness of the God of Light attached to it, a real artifact.

As a great magician with high magical power, morality, cultivation, and morality, Osied scoffed at this very feudal and superstitious statement.

He secretly guessed that there must have been some kind of powerful holy light magic on the ring, or something like a voodoo curse, that others would not dare to use.

And there are other ways to crack it, but even as a great magician, he doesn't dare to try it himself.

Osied looked at the crystal ball again, and the battle there grew fiercer.

Several holy light barriers were broken by the enemy, and although some ascetics supported another barrier in time, there were still a few strong human beings who did not evacuate in time and fell to the ground, not knowing whether they were dead or alive.

Looking at the Holy Light Magic Array that was shining brightly, but it couldn't be sent out for a long time, Osied couldn't help but feel a burst of despair in his heart: Could it be that the High Priest really shouldn't die, or did the Light God Uncle doze off today?

Although as a magician, a magical elementalist, he didn't believe in those gods in his heart, but at this moment, he couldn't help but pray secretly in his heart.

As if Fangfo was responding to his prayers, he saw a thin figure appear in the Holy Light Magic Array. He walked slowly in the dense light that seemed to be indissolvable, unhindered in the slightest. It's like being in the back garden of Ziji.

"Who is this?" Osied was taken aback. You must know that even if he is strong in mana, he does not dare to step into the Holy Light Array lightly.

His eyes widened desperately, trying to see the other man's face clearly. But in the white light, they could only vaguely see each other's shadows.

The man came to Sylmelia's side, and then raised his hand and helped her up. Then he reached out and grabbed her left hand, and together they forced, raising her hand to the sky.

The magic array suddenly shone brightly.

With a diameter of more than 100 meters, the holy light rose to the sky and went straight into the sky.

The powerful light shattered the clouds in the sky to pieces, and the sky was so blue that you could even see the stars shining in the sky.