The holy city of Ranken.

One day and one night, sleepless, Innedir's face was pale and weak, and he struggled to maintain his balance with his scepter.

The slowly rotating "Holy Spirit Eye" glows with a cloudy color, as if it has given birth to white eyes, so dim that it can't see the sins of this world clearly.

Even though they took turns to rest and blessed the gods, the prayers of millions of believers gradually fell. They repeat the same prayer mechanically, their eyes glazed and their spirits decadent, but they never stop.

Because the entire divine array was connected as a whole, they couldn't control their words and deeds, and all their minds were involved in it, like mud and sand in a big river, and they only knew how to go with the flow and recite those familiar prayers.

At the same time, he also squeezed out the meager power of faith in his body little by little and contributed to the ever-expanding "ladder of heaven".

Plop -

At ten o'clock in the morning, the first believer, who was unable to support himself, collapsed limply to the ground. But no one cared about him, and at this last moment, everyone went all out to maintain the operation of the Divine Magic Array.

"Do you know how high the sky is?" asked the Pale Lord softly, moving his hands and feet back and forth, the joints of the statue creaking.

"I flew with all my might, and it took me three days to touch the edge of the 'Kingdom of Light'. Silves thought for a moment and replied earnestly.

"But after the 'Heavenly Staircase' is completed, there are only a hundred steps, and mortals can climb the stairs and reach the 'Bright Heavenly Kingdom' in five or six minutes,......" said the Pale Lord.

"In this ladder, there should be the existence of the laws of time and space, right?" asked Silves.

"That's right, you have the 'Veil of a Thousand Faces' body, and you can also go to the 'Firmament Temple' through the Guò Heavenly Stairs and lay an ambush in advance. The Pale Lord reminded.

"Well, I'll go first. Silves nodded slightly. He raised his sleeves and threw out the "Veil of a Thousand Faces", and the miserable white mist spread out, covering him in it. Immediately, a dark color welled up from his body, like a light ink stain, and the cloud turned gray. Silves jumped straight down the tower, the fog dissipated with a thud, and his form disappeared completely.

"The first snow will fall......" muttered the Pale Lord, looking in the direction he had left. He released his five fingers, and a white light flew out, flying in the direction of the "Fortress of Sorrow", and it was time to notify the "Death Bell" to come to the meeting.

"The sword of light pierced the darkness, and the heavens and the earth were divided...... The Supreme God has come to earth. And the glory was sprinkled ......"

With the sound of one after another, Innedil subconsciously praised. He could feel his arms trembling, his legs and feet weak, and even his soul was weak and weak, as if the next moment, he was about to fly out of his body, and his mind was distracted and he died.

"Not enough, not enough......" Time is passing by minute by minute. Inedil has yet to touch the place of the "Kingdom of Light". He tilted his head slightly, staring at the gloomy dark clouds. Look at the pillar of light that broke through the clouds and went straight to the sky.

Then, a crystal white, falling from the clouds, slowly pressed against his forehead, and there was a refreshing coolness.

It's snowing.

One piece, two pieces, three or four pieces. The sky was full of snow, and as far as Innedil could see, there were goose feather-like snowflakes everywhere, filling all his vision.

"Then let's begin, this final battle. The white-robed archbishop raised his hands in the air. The "Holy Eye" dripped and swirled above his head, and in the snowstorm, Innedil let out a long howl, as if to release the suffocation in his chest.

It is a rare scene, with the north and south of the continent, mountains and plains, jungles and wilderness, and snow falling at the same time.

The Snowdon cavalry, who had just arrived at the southern end of the Elendil corridor, had to set up camp on the spot. They chose a leeward spot on the high ground and began to set up tents and gather dry firewood and grass from place to place.

"This snow, it's really weird. Agassi rubbed his hands together and said casually. It has been a long cloudy day, and there has been no rain or snow, which is a strange thing. What's more, these days, they have moved from Severa to Ljajci and then to the "Fortress of Sorrows", and the weather is exactly the same in such a large area, without the slightest change.

"In just a quarter of an hour, the snow has become so heavy," said Cartroman, slowly, "and it seems that it is impossible to continue the march these days." ”

"In a few more days, the celebration will be together with the New Year," said King Nacini, shaking off the snow from his long hair, and laughing indifferently, "but that is not a bad thing, and it is more lively when everyone gathers together." ”

"Why don't you bring Her Royal Highness the Queen and reunite with the King?" Agassi hesitated for a moment, and then said in a hurry.

Cartroman, who was next to him, glanced at him with some surprise. He himself had this thought, but he couldn't open his mouth, but he didn't expect it to be this comrade who spoke it out for him.

"It's fine. King Nacini nodded, he actually wanted Severa's generals to escort Amely to the Green River Valley on the way back. But since Agassi said so, he couldn't pretend to be stupid and use his wife as an ornament.

Cartroman's face softened a lot. As a subordinate, he can't interfere with the relationship between King Nacini and Catherina, but what father doesn't want his children to have a good marriage.

"Uncle Wang, you should sit in the camp," said King Nacini after a moment's thought, "and I will go with General Cartroman to visit the 'Fortress of Sorrows' while I have this free time. ”

Agassi nodded in response, and King Nacini and Katroman turned and left the camp to the north.

Two legendary warriors, with great energy, walked through the snow, faster than the galloping horses.

At the same time as the Lion King went north, on the high platform outside Lanken, the white-robed archbishop recited aloud, and his words were simple and profound, similar to the legendary divine language.

The "ladder to heaven" stopped growing, and Inedil poured all his power into the "Holy Eye". At the center of the crystal ball, there is a white light, like a flickering candle flame in a winter night. As the power of faith accumulates, the white light becomes brighter and brighter, like a rising sun, shining in all directions.

A quarter of an hour later, the spell ended, and in Innedir's hand was a blazing white light. Even the entire high platform was shrouded in it, and everyone hung their heads to avoid it, so as not to hurt their eyes.

"Teacher, help me!" Infnedil, who was crumbling under the pressure, suddenly shouted.

It didn't take long. At the tip of the Holy White Tower, a ray of pure holy light condensed. The Pale Lord let out a low sigh and stretched out his hand to the platform north of the city, the ever-expanding "Holy Spirit Eye".

The holy light turned lightly, and the two ends of the head and tail each poked out a sharp thin light. Immediately, in a sharp whistling, the holy light flew out like a spear, and in an instant. penetrated into the light group, pierced the "Eye of the Holy Spirit", and the remnants were still unstoppable, and a group of believers behind the high platform were all nailed to death on the spot.

But no one cared whether they lived or died, and Inedil squeezed hard with both palms. The crystal ball that was punctured exploded after holding on for a few breaths. Debris flew and spilled to the ground.

This artifact of the Holy See has been passed down for thousands of years. Today has come to an end. But there are many, many more who have also reached the end.

At the same time as the crystal ball exploded, an even more spectacular scene occurred. A bright ball of light, a ball of light with a diameter of more than ten meters, exploded and exploded within a radius of ten miles. Bright as a sunny day in the middle of summer.

A majestic and invisible wave spread far away, and everywhere it passed, the believers of light involuntarily knelt on their knees and bowed their heads in prayer.

This volatility. Rushing out hundreds of miles, within this range, it is no longer a problem of millions of believers. The number of people participating in the chanting may have reached the order of 10 million, but because of the lack of guidance from the Divine Array, there was no way for their faith to be transmitted to Innedir.

But there will always be a way.

Around the high platform, hundreds of people were tossed to the ground by the air waves, and then they got up again to continue the unfinished mission. Innedil was equally wolfless, his long white-blond hair hung with crumbs of crystal balls and melting snow grains, scattered one by one.

But he had to stand up, because soon, there would be a greater supply of divine power to him, and the success or failure of the "Heavenly Ladder" would be determined here.

With the "cornerstone of heaven" as the center, within a radius of 500 miles, all the believers who knelt on the ground and prayed were stunned to find that when those snowflakes fell on them, they actually no longer melted. Like feathers, they fall and float up, only when they leave, they have a holy white sheen.

The brave reach out and touch it, and the snowflakes are warm and dry, and they fly away mischievously and return to the sky, rising and falling, spinning back and forth, like a dance party in the air.

The distant singing came from the direction of the Cathedral of Codia, pure with a passion. Innedil woke up from his state of distraction, and his gaze gradually fixed as he stared at the scepter in his hand, which was carved from white jade.

"Come on, come on...... Innedil called softly, straightening his back and waving to the sky.

The snowflakes were stunned for hundreds of miles, and then, with a cheer, flew towards Ranken, obeying the call of the Lord of Light.

Yes, the Pale Lord is not lying, at least this time, Innedir is the king of the realm of light. He looked up at the sky and looked at the pillar of light above his head, which was the "Dome of Light", also the "Stairway to Heaven", a tower that spanned heaven and earth, and the only remaining hope of the Holy See of Light.

Like him, it was tired and couldn't struggle anymore. It needs help, more strength, to climb the final leg of the journey to reach the kingdom of the Lord of Light.

At noon on December 14, a magical scene appeared in the vast area of Lancoln City Week.

The sky was full of wind and snow, and it rose into the air upside down, and pieces of feathers of holy light, fluttering with the wind, finally gathered in the sky above the "Heavenly Cornerstone" array, dancing around that pillar of light.

Innedil clenched his fists hard, and the dots of holy light enthusiastically attached to the "Heavenly Ladder". The pillar of light grew thicker and longer, and as he punched into the sky, the holy light shot out, high, high, and high......

At the same time, it became brighter and brighter, like a sharp sword that pierced through the heavens and the earth, and the sword light pierced through the misty snowy sky, even though it was thousands of miles away, it was still clearly visible.

As early as when the "Holy Eye" exploded, King Nacini and Catroman felt something unusual.

They turned their heads to look back at the same time, and then looked at each other with puzzled expressions on their faces.

"It's the power of the Light," Catromancer said with a frown, "What is Innedil up to?

"It's just a dying struggle. King Nacini snorted softly. If Innedil still had hole cards, he should have used them when Severa fell, so why wait until today.

They continued on, following the southern end of the Elendil corridor, where floating miasma began to appear around them, but there were very few, and for the two legendary warriors, it was easy to dodge, and it didn't matter if they resisted hard.

Soon, however, they all stopped and looked back again. In the fluttering snow, when the holy light gradually appeared, King Nacini finally put away his contempt and asked suspiciously, "General, what is that?"

"I don't know," Cartroman, shaking his head, "but I'm afraid it's not going to be easy to deal with." ”

King Nacini pondered for a moment, then decided, "Don't hurry and see what else you can follow." ”

Follow-up, naturally, there is.

Silves couldn't help but sigh as he walked through the staggering crowd. The power of this divine array far exceeded his expectations, and the Church of Light had reached the pinnacle in the use of the power of faith.

Under the double cover of the "Veil of a Thousand Faces" and the power of shadows, Sylves could even hide from the eyes and ears of the gods. He stood under the high platform where Innedil was and looked at his former close friend. Unlike Innedir, who was kept in the dark, Silves was able to share the message of the Lord of Shadows at the cost of a more complete downfall.

The white-robed archbishop, who had almost run out of oil, swung his fist into the sky again, but this time, instead of smashing into the air, he hit a hard iron plate.

Is it a barrier between heaven and earth? Innedil rejoiced in his heart, ignoring the pain of his right hand. He calmed down and controlled the change in the shape of the "Dome of Light", and in the depths of the sky, the pillar of holy light bent an arc, stretched forward, and then pulled back, and it was on the edge of the "Kingdom of Light".

Finally...... It worked.

Innedir's heart was relieved, and he sat back and fell to the ground. He couldn't tell whether it was joy or relief in his heart.

With the Heavenly Heroic Spirit above, the Holy See of Light has avoided the fate of destruction, and he will not become a sinner for the ages.

Meanwhile, in the distant valley of the Herseus River, Allegri and Onisha are enjoying tea and snow.

Outside the window, Afra pinched out a snowball and quietly smashed it at Nada, and the sound of laughter and frolic echoed in the courtyard, a scene of joy.

... (To be continued......)

PS: (Full August.) ）