The great river of history is majesticly moving forward, and a turning point will inevitably be full of waves.

Such a turning point often marks the complete collapse of the old pattern and the re-establishment of a new order. At this time, historians in the pile of papers usually make their own interpretations, the most striking of which is the change over the years.

Of course, not every major event carries enough weight to change the chronology, and the Illuminati calendar has been in place for nearly two thousand years now, and as long as new events do not change the dominance of the Church of Light, then it will be used.

However, starting with the "Victory Day Celebration" incident and the invasion of the "Demon Army", the drastic changes in the pattern of the continent can no longer be ignored. One has to admit that the rule of the Church of Light has indeed been shaken and even subverted. So this year was later designated as the first year of the revival calendar.

And what happened in the following years of revival is even more dizzying, and it seems that the troubled times have indeed come.

In these events, the battle between Inedil and Dios seems small and insignificant. However, its impact is extremely far-reaching compared to the "Tide of Shadows" initiated by Silves.

One of the most important points was the division of the Duchy of Anlan and the independence of the Violet Tower. Enraged, Allegri no longer seems to believe that the Duchy of Anlan can provide the so-called protection. In the time after the attack and defense of the river valley, his attitude towards the Duchy of Anlan became more and more indifferent, and he began to frantically expand his power.

Taking his fate into his own hands, it was only at that moment that it really became his truest thought. Everything that has been triggered by this has profoundly changed the pattern of the entire continent.

But the current Dios, of course, still doesn't know this.

Even now, he simply doesn't have time to think about this. Without the threat of stone-throwing from both sides, the Holy See's army directly launched a formation. The whole line came on, and he didn't bless any magic on his body, but he didn't care about life and death.

The army of about 10,000 was divided into several echelons, and wave after wave of attacks did not stop. With only a hundred archers under Dios' command to provide long-range fire support, it was a bit of a no-brainer to see what was going on in such a onslaught. They were even directly suppressed by the opposing horsemen. The Papal soldiers, under cover, began to storm the city walls, and even rushed up directly by trampling on the piles of corpses. It's just that after a short period of time, the two sides have been fighting each other in a short time.

It was also at this time that the Ogre Warrior Battalion, which would later become famous as the Sad Mercenary Regiment, was thrown into the frontal battlefield for the first time in history. The amount of violence they have erupted in hand-to-hand combat is awe-inspiring.

Six hundred ogre warriors, hand-picked and dressed in heavy armor custom-made for them by Allegri to the kingdom of the White Dwarves, armed with two-handed axes or hammers forged from stainless steel. Each of them has a defensive area above three human warriors. Their moves were so explosive that even well-armed hoplites with swords and shields were smashed like crockpots through their helmets.

If they had been trained by me, they would have been able to burst out with more powerful power, but I don't know if there is such a chance...... Dios thought with some sighs, and he took the moment to look around. I couldn't help frowning.

This time, the opponent's formation spread out more unscrupulously, although these powerful ogre warriors joined the defense. But it also led to an even greater lack of long-range firepower. It has been more than an hour since the start of the battle, and there are traces of the collapse of the defensive line in many places.

Dios felt a sadness in his heart, and Herseus's deep voice sounded at this moment, "Dios, I'm ready to release the spell...... You're ready to fight back. ”

"Good!" Dios perked up and inhaled hard. The flame runes on his body loomed, and the flames on the long sword stretched out three or four meters long. He ran and slashed at the walls, and his enemies fell with screams, and his shouts were heard throughout the walls.

"Three steps back!"

The soldiers of the mercenary group retreated a little inexplicably. Temporarily pulled away a few steps. The soldiers of the Holy See were also unaware of the situation. But since the enemy retreated, they rushed forward.

At the same time, the dense crowd of Papal soldiers behind them charged, blocking the water at the foot of the city walls. The improvised trenches had also been filled with corpses, and countless soldiers stood on top of them and climbed up with their bare hands.

Then, suddenly, there was a faint smell of burnt paste in the air.

A few hundred paces away from the defensive line, the soldiers of the Holy See had already set up three platforms. On the platforms on either side stood a white-robed priest in a mysterious position. The platform in the middle was three or four people high, and Inedil stood there indifferently. Not far behind him, in the middle of the platform, the "Stone Pope" stood silently.

The faint divine magic lines are intertwined, and when you look down from the sky, you can see that on the two platforms, it is precisely the combination of the classic divine magic array, one main and two auxiliary.

There was still a quarter of an hour before noon, and the power of the light had not yet reached its peak, the power was accumulating, and the magic was about to be launched. But at this moment, there was a sudden smell of burnt breath in the air.

"Huh?" Innedil was slightly stunned and frowned, "It's- it's not good, quick, back off!"

Before the words fell, a purple-red flame suddenly rose in the entire trench in front of the city wall, burning bewitchingly. Before he could finish speaking, the flames had risen to a height of more than three meters. In the part near the city walls, flames climbed up the walls.

Screaming and screaming.

What is the situation of the trench in front of the city wall now? A large number of Papal soldiers are waiting there to storm the wall, crowded and bustling, almost like a town market during the harvest festival. In this area, at least fifteen hundred soldiers are waiting for the gap to be exposed. And it was at this time that Herseus quickly released the spell.

This spell is like a high-level wall of flames, but no one's wall of flames can be so powerful. Four or five meters wide, the length reached the width of the mouth of the entire valley, and after burning for so long, there was still no trace of any faintness.

In the blink of an eye, a full 1,500 lives disappeared in the flames. But they died. But it's not just these 1,500 people.

Before the wall of fire, the five or six hundred papal soldiers who had already attacked the city wall stopped in amazement. The wall of fire of four or five meters completely cut off their back road, and there were no reinforcements at all who could cross the wall of fire to support them. Dios's eyes lit up and he made a quick decision. Leading his warriors to charge back, the ogre warriors wielding their weapons and driving them off the walls, which were filled with fire. After a few breaths, this part of the lone army has been completely eaten.

As the flames gradually extinguished and the tragic situation was exposed, Innedir gritted his teeth, full of heartache. Unexpectedly, the other party's spell buried his two thousand elite warriors. But...... With such a large spell, could the power of the magic tower be undamaged?

"I'll fight the other party's spells. Keep attacking, don't stop!" he waved his hand and shouted the order, then turned around and said respectfully at the stone statue,

"Mentor, let's get started. ”

Innedir's words temporarily calmed the panicked Papal soldiers, who did not know whether to attack or retreat.

But it's even more reassuring to them. But it was the vast burst of holy light rising from the platform behind him.

A magnificent chant resounded in the sky, and a pillar of holy white dazzling light on the stone statue rose into the sky. Then he transformed into countless Holy Spirit warriors in silver armor, stepping on the majestic holy light like a tide and attacking the magic tower.

It was the enemy's magic tower, but the place where the "Stone Pope" was located was his home turf of Inedil!

After Herseus unleashed the spell, he felt dizzy. Releasing such a spell as a soul body is already the limit, half an hour. He just stood up just in time to see the other party's holy light transform into a holy spirit warrior and rush towards him.

"Little trick. He snorted disdainfully, but his expression was extremely solemn. The old magician stood on the terrace, his hands raised high with the power of fire.

Suddenly, light and shadow appeared in the sky. Brilliant!

The southern sky was full of holy light, and the Holy Spirit warriors in silver helmets and silver armor were facing head-on, and swords and halberds were numerous. In the northern sky, the clouds seemed to be burning.

The rich flame element converged on everything, and pieces of fiery clouds greeted it. On each flame cloud, there are condensed flame elemental creatures, and the flame lord at the front is hideous, swinging and striking with a long whip, like a demon god.

The next moment, the two sides scuffled together, but a clear line was drawn in the sky.

One side is holy white, and the other side is purple and red, and it is distinct.

The battle between light and flame has truly begun, and the final battle of life and death has officially begun!

Herseus relied on the Violet Tower, constantly mobilizing the power of the Magic Tower. The "Energy Furnace" was running at full capacity, and the crimson magic crystals were thrown into it like money, and they were instantly purified and refined into pure magic power. Brooke sat on the top floor, meditating with his eyes closed. One after another fiery red magic lines were connected to his body, and the most powerful ones were transmitted to Herseus not far away, supporting him in the air battle with Innedir.

On the platform at the mouth of the valley, with the assistance of the divine magic array composed of two priests, the light energy in the stone statue was channeled out, and it attacked under the manipulation of Innedir, and the strength was not far behind the magic tower.

But Herseus is Herseus after all, and Innedil feels that the energy of the other party is not much different from his own, but the fineness and utilization of control are far beyond his own. The Holy Spirit warriors scattered and fled under the attack of the Flame Lord, and were soon beaten back from the middle divide.

Dios and the others on the city wall cheered and lifted their spirits, and drove the papal soldiers down again.

Innedil gritted his teeth and had an expression of unyielding defeat, but the once imposing warrior of the Holy Spirit now lost his armor and retreated.

Isn't Allegri not in the Magic Tower? Who is in control of the Magic Tower now?

Innedir was annoyed, gritted his teeth, and was about to increase his strength, when a deep voice of the stone statue suddenly came from behind him,

"You're no match for him, let me come. (To be continued......)

PS: (double change)