As a religious holy city, the landmarks of Lancoln City are all closely related to the Church of Light.

Starting from the "Apostolic Gate" in the south, it connects the "Cathedral of Cotia" to the "Tower of St. White" in the north of the city, forming the main central axis of the city center. For thousands of years, countless worshippers have stepped into the city gates and walked along the straight main road to the church square at the end of the road.

The pure white "Flame of Light", in front of the background of the "Holy White Tower" and the spire of the church, will never be extinguished. The melodious bells of the church rang and the choir sang faintly, and in the face of this situation, they often involuntarily knelt down in prayer and wept bitterly, and their long pilgrimage road reached the end, which also meant that the filthy soul could finally be reborn in the holy light.

Unlike pilgrims, the spires of this white complex at the top of the Palatine Hills are a daily sight for Lancoln's residents to see. Compared with the "White Tower" and the "Dome of Light", the "Cathedral of Cotia", which is also one of the three holy sites of the Church of Light, is the only area that non-clergy are allowed to enter, and it is also more intimate and authentic. In the hearts of these commoners, the saint of the church has a very high status, and the archbishop, who is high at the top of the white tower, seems to be far away.

On the other hand, compared to Innedir, who was intoxicated by the power of divine power, the Holy Maiden of Cottian could better understand the mood of the lower classes. She listened to their prayers in despair, she preached the glorious deeds of the God of Light, and she knew what the common people really thought of the Church, and she cherished this exalted position even more.

Now she stands quietly in the middle of the square, looking worriedly at the clouds in the sky, slightly tilting her head, and her slender neck like pure porcelain outlines a beautiful curve. It is like a pure white lotus with buds ready to sprout.

In the clouds, the strong evil power made her tremble. Just by touching it, she could feel that her soul seemed to be frozen, and that undisguised darkness and coldness seemed to extinguish the light of hope in the deepest part of her heart.

"Hurry up, it's too late. She turned her head. Commanded softly.

The saints of the past generations have inherited a unique system of divine arts, and each of them is weak in terms of physical strength, but at the same time they are able to use a supreme light power.

Behind her, several white-robed girls were carefully sprinkling pure silver sand on the square, and there seemed to be some kind of rule between advance and retreat, but the patterns drawn by the silver sand on the ground were scattered and complicated, and they had nothing to do with any kind of magic array or magic array.

The sky darkened. There was a loud roar in the northern sky, like a dragon's groan.

Her gaze focused on the subtleties of the clouds, and she was surprised to find that countless black spots seemed to be condensed in them, as if raindrops were slowly generating.

Fine beads of sweat oozed from the foreheads of the white-robed girls, and this kind of work could not be deviated in the slightest, and they needed to take a light step to avoid bringing up sand and dust, which was a little more difficult than drawing a magic array. They tightened their movements, but the distance was complete. But it will take some time.

The roar came again, shaking the heavens and the earth.

A two-headed demon dragon flying in the northern sky. Each fluttering wing would expand in a circle, and the distance of dozens of miles would come in an instant, and at this time, his size had reached nearly 100 meters.

He dashed into the clouds, swooped down, his head protruding, and a black-red infernal flame erupted from the roar. The raging flames directly destroyed a magic tower. Immediately, a section of the city wall tens of meters long was swept away. Not even a scream could be heard, leaving only a cloud of charred embers and twisted weapons.

The demons shouted and charged, their hideous faces full of bloodthirsty excitement. The soldiers of the New Army of Light moved quickly, filling up the defensive line from the walls on both sides, and there was no time to clean up the grief of the loss of their comrades. They were in a scuffle with the demons.

Amosic flapped his wings, and by this time had already flown over the nearby western wall, and the dragon's tail full of sharp barbs swept by, turning his head in the drive, and he took another breath of hot dragon breath at the crowded Holy See soldiers.

A new gap in the defensive line reappeared, and the legendary dragon entered the battlefield, which immediately turned the battle line in a state of stalemate to one side.

He ran around, relying on the advantage of his flight speed, and the dragon's breath and even his minions could burst into huge damage in an instant. Originally, the defenders were able to barely maintain the integrity of the two city walls in the northwest, but at this time, they were in danger, and the demon and necromantic warriors rushed up the city wall under his cover, and the two sides fought chaotically, and countless blood was suddenly thrown out.

Innedir frowned, and instantly took over several nearby magic towers, and a blazing holy beam shot through. The demon dragon tried his best to dodge, but he was still pierced by several holy lights, and the black-red blood burned in mid-air, and he screamed in pain, and hurriedly flew away from the city wall, soaring and hovering in the air waiting for an opportunity to move.

Even a legendary professional does not dare to play wantonly in front of the "Supreme Nine Towers" that is launched with all his might.

But because Nedir was distracted to save the danger, the clouds in mid-air took the opportunity to press down abruptly.

He secretly screamed in his heart that it was not good.

The spire of the White Tower had sunk into the clouds, and he was only a stone's throw away, and he watched the clouds tremble.

Pure black raindrops were gently thrown down.

Twenty miles north of the city.

Allegri and Illo rushed down the Pius Pass, one foot deep and one foot shallow, toward Ranken.

The powerful combat power of the two-headed demon dragon has been put into the battlefield, and it is not far from the final decisive battle between the two sides. It was only around the time before and after the walls were breached that they could take advantage of the chaos to infiltrate Ranken, and if the situation was decided, it would be very difficult for them to infiltrate whether it was the Council of Bones or the Judgment Crusaders who took over the city.

What's more, at that time, the daylily may have been cold.

The large camp of the Demon Legion not far away was already in sight, and there were already Eye Demon Sentinels roaming nearby, but as long as the brand of Amosic was revealed, they would not make any moves. The two of them went all the way unhindered and did not encounter any obstacles.

"This old dragon is really quite imposing," Allegri muttered to himself, looking at Amosic as he rolled up the city, "If only there was such a mount." ”

"Go on dreams," all Allegri's whispers were answered when Illo was beside him, and the half-elf's keen hearing and the thickness of his face made him not care if Allegri was talking to him or not, "Still, how do I feel a sense of foreboding. ”

Accustomed to such a situation, Allegri replied to him, his brow furrowed, "Wait...... What does that feel like?"

Both men stopped at the same time and looked up.

The clouds that hung over the city of Ranken finally fell for the first time in three months.

The reason why it is said to be "piece" is because after this batch of raindrops fell intermittently, there was no more in the clouds. It seemed that it would take some time for the clouds to re-produce raindrops, but it also showed that such condensed raindrops may not be as simple as they seemed.

Pure black raindrops, swirling with wisps of gray-yellow mist, say they are raindrops, but because they fall from the clouds, they look similar from a distance.

Only those who watched them fall on themselves could know the faint cry of pain coming from the "raindrops" of the Dao, and the writhing mist looked like an evil spirit bound in it.

It rained all over the city.

On the city wall, the Holy See soldiers who were fighting suddenly felt their bodies sink, and the originally blessed divine magic was disintegrated by raindrops in an instant. And the soldiers who did not have the blessing magic were directly prostrated to the ground, and they couldn't even pick up their weapons. Such behavior in such a war is basically no different from sending people to death.

The generals shouted loudly for the priests to re-bless the divine arts, but the raindrops fell on the divine tower, and the divine pattern that was originally overflowing with holy light actually dimmed, and the priests prayed anxiously and loudly, but the operation of the divine magic array was still extremely sluggish.

There was a burst of exclamations in the seven major cities at the same time. The sparse pedestrians on the road, those who were slightly worse in health, as long as they were contaminated with a star, immediately fell unconscious to the ground, and the heat slowly flowed down the gray spots, as cold as corpses. Even the people who stayed indoors would suddenly feel that their surroundings had become extremely cold, and the faint ghost cry was so heart-wrenching, as if all life and hope had been snatched away by these raindrops in an instant.

At this moment, the morale and popular sentiment of the Holy See were simply depressed to the extreme.

If the next wave of raindrops falls, I am afraid that many soldiers will throw down their weapons and turn around and flee.

Innedir turned to give the order, his eyes scanning the battlefield, his heart worried.

Contrary to the malaise of the Holy See, the soldiers of the three legions did not seem to be affected in any way. The emblem on the chest of the Judgment Crusader sparked a trace of shadow power, and the demons were surrounded by faint flames, and the necromantic creatures were even more stimulant, and their combat effectiveness was greatly improved.

What kind of spell is this?

Innedil didn't have time to think again, for the clouds in the sky had begun to shrink again, like living creatures.

A little bit of black raindrops, starting to condense again.

No matter what, we can't let the rain fall into Lancoln!

He threw down his scepter, raised the "Eye of the Holy Spirit" in his hand, and shouted!

Brilliant and new!

The crystal ball in his hand exuded endless brilliance, and the huge light power was surging with the Holy White Tower as the source and the city wall as the water channel, and all evil could only retreat wherever it passed!

The dim towers of divine magic were lit up again, and the holy light stirred in the divine array, and the harm caused by the raindrops was removed by him in one fell swoop.

At the same time, in the sky-high holy light, all his strength spread from all sides to the middle, and a thin barrier of holy light suddenly condensed.

The arc-shaped Holy Light Shield with a radius of tens of miles protects the entire Lancoln City in it, like a bright dome.

Rain was falling in the air.

Inedil raised his hands as if he were holding up a giant umbrella. (To be continued......)

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