The White Tower does not fall, and the holy light does not go out.

This sacred proverb, which has been passed down for thousands of years, is deeply engraved in the hearts of thousands of believers, and has never been erased through ups and downs.

The once high-spirited young archbishop could not even have dreamed that the glorious Tower of the White would find itself in the situation it is in today. After such a tragic war, both he and the magic tower under his control have exhausted their strength. Even the all-powerful Mentor now just stood by and didn't say a word, looking like a stone statue.

The White Tower was bleak and silent, and they had no choice but to stay on top of the nine-story tower, only to watch as the Judgment Crusaders and Necro legions broke through the walls and frantically poured into his city. At this time, they had been stripped out of the battlefield, completely losing control of the entire battle situation, and even interfering a little bit, such as killing even a nightmare beast and saving a believer in danger, was not the slightest possibility.

The blonde-haired and white-robed archbishop sighed in a low voice, closed his eyes slightly, and couldn't bear to look at it.

But it was at this time that the hymn was ethereal, and the city was full of feathers.

Although those feathers of holy light had not yet shown any lethality, Innedir had already felt that a special power of light was slowly gathering, and he couldn't help but raise his body in surprise, searching for the direction where the energy fluctuations were emitted.

Gothia Cathedral.

There, where the hymn sounded, where the holy light spread, where the holy maiden sang in the square, and the blazing flame of light was burning.

According to the texts of the Church of Light, this flame was lit by the God of Light himself, and has not been extinguished for thousands of years.

It is a ray of light in the eternal night, and it is also the ultimate power he left behind to purify evil.

Since the Middle Ages, the square in front of the Cathedral has been the seat of the Holy See's proclamation of the glory of God. Witcher Squad. and the Inquisition, which developed on this basis, where captured prey such as demons, demons, and sorcerers were burned alive at the stake and burned to a pile of ashes.

But not every one of these prey animals is so well matched. Fallen people who turn their backs on God, and blasphemers who blaspheme God, are at the top of the Inquisition's hunt list. Even after being captured, the Holy See couldn't help but have a headache.

You can imagine that if Herseus had been sent to the gallows, he would have sung loudly and even shouted in the flames, lest the glory of the gods had not yet been declared, and the reputation of the Holy See would have been trampled down.

Ordinary burnings at the stake can only be in vain, but the "Bright Holy Flame" is invincible. To deal with these evildoers who have reached the level of legends and even reached the realm of legends, the flames left by this god lord himself can even make them survive but not die, such as the former Eren Elendil. That's it.

In Innedir's senses, wisps of holy light power were being extracted from the "Bright Holy Flame" in the square, and gradually poured into the silver sand all over the ground. And the entire Gothia Cathedral was actually filled with a faint holy light at the same time, which seemed to echo the song of the Holy Maiden.

"What is this?" said Innedir in surprise, subconsciously glancing at the "Stone Pope".

"This ...... It should be the unique inheritance magic of the Holy Maiden," the stone statue said slowly, "Although the principle is not very clear. However, this seems to be mobilizing the power of the Divine Array rather than the Holy Maiden's own divine power, she is just a carrier. The Cathedral of Cothia and the Flame of Light are the source of power. ”

"The strength of the Divine Array?" Innedil frowned slightly, slightly puzzled, "Mentor is talking about those sand paintings in the square, but I have never heard of such a structure of the Divine Array circuit. ”

"According to ancient legends, the three holy places of the Church all possess vast and powerful powers, and the entire Gothia Cathedral itself is a giant magic array," the stone statue pondered for a moment. With a little speculation, he said, "Maybe these silver sands are just connecting the existing narrative structures together, so that they can mobilize the power of the Bright Flame and even the Cathedral, right?"

The two of them were still discussing in the wall, and the situation in Lancoln City had changed abruptly.

The hymn suddenly soared, and snow fell all over the city. The Judgment Crusaders hastily withdrew, the Necro Legion struggled to hold on, and the nightmare beasts of evil everywhere fell to the ground and dissipated under the attack of the Light......

"This ...... This is the purest power of the Light......" Innedil stepped forward, involuntarily stretched out his hands, and muttered.

These snowflake-like feathers of holy light fell on the Holy White Tower, and the subtle holy light began to ripple again, such a faint degree was naturally a drop in the bucket for the tower, but Innerdir couldn't help but feel agitated.

"Yes," the stone statue nodded slightly, taking two steps back without a trace, to avoid the snowflakes from contaminating itself, and casually covered it up, "However, how long can the Holy Maiden support such a powerful divine technique that envelops the whole city?"

When he reminded him, Innedir couldn't help but be shocked. According to his understanding of the Holy Maiden, the divine power reserve is still a long way from him, and his understanding of divine magic is even more shallow, and supporting such a huge divine technique must be an extremely heavy burden for her. Looking at the square again, the white-robed girls standing seemed to be shaky.

His gaze swept over the battlefield, the nightmare beast no longer posed any threat, and the soldiers and civilians all over the city cheered. However, outside the city walls, the Crusaders of Judgment were silent and ready to be put on standby, and the necromancers simply gathered in one place to prepare for the battle, obviously with a thief's heart not dying.

They should have guessed that this kind of magic wouldn't last long, right?

Worried Innedir stretched out his hands, and a faint holy light escaped from him, afraid that he was only at the level of a junior priest, which was a world of difference compared to his usual self. However, this is better than nothing.

He couldn't stand it any longer, stood up, and greeted softly, "Mentor?"

"Oh?" the Stone Pope tilted his head.

"I'm going to take a look at the cathedral, and I'd like you to sit in the White Tower for the time being. Innedir said respectfully, even if he had little strength left, he would go over and do his best to maintain this last hope.

The Stone Pope was slightly stunned and nodded hurriedly. Watching his student walk down the White Tower, leaving him alone on top of the tower.

This has never been done before.

He looked around, his eyes gradually concentrating on the slightly cloudy crystal ball next to him, and a trace of an inexplicable smile couldn't help but appear on his face.

"Here, turn around and we'll be at the foot of the Palatine hills. Todd led the way with a relaxed face.

"Palatine hills?" Allegri asked, "what is that?"

"Rankine is also known as the City of the Seven Hills, and the Palatine Hill is the most famous of them, and is also known as the Holy Hill," Todd explained as he walked, "and our destination, the Cathedral of Cotia is at the top of the Holy Hill. ”

"Hurry up, then," Illo urged with a smile, "I've never seen the Cathedral up close, isn't it spectacular?"

While talking and laughing, the three of them had already turned around the backyard street.

Illo and Allegri subconsciously stopped, and a vast divine power rushed towards them.

More than 300 huge stone steps are stacked on top of each other, neatly paved on the southern slope of the hills, each step has a height of about half a meter, and is wide enough to accommodate hundreds of people walking side by side. At the end of this staircase, the spires of the church complex are spectacular, and a faint light spreads out.

"Alright, follow me. Todd made his way up the steps.

"It's pretty spectacular," Allegri nodded slightly, and then wondered, "Todd, let's just go down the steps?"

"What's the problem?" said Todd, scratching his head.

"Shouldn't we find a path to slip through?" said Illo, as he walked around the path, all out of emotion.

"I'm afraid, I'm the archbishop of a diocese," Todd said, shyly, turning his head and smiling, "This staircase is the end of the pilgrimage path of the Lord's faithful, and it is completely unguarded on weekdays, let alone the current situation. You follow me, pretending to be a follower, and no one dares to ask a word. ”

"Follower, I think," Illo laughed, "but I really wouldn't be directly recognized for my outstanding temperament?"

"Just you, temperament?" Allegri sneered, glancing at him, "You droop your ears, no one will recognize you as a haughty elf." ”

Irlo stuck out his tongue in disbelief and followed Todd's footsteps as he climbed to the top of the hill.

"There are three hundred and sixty-five steps of white stone, which means the cycle of time every year," Todd said casually as he walked, "and the faithful from all over the world rushed to Lanquen, where they prostrated step by step, reflecting on the little things they had done in the past years, until they reached the end of the steps, and cleansed their souls with the light of the church......

"Well," Illo nodded with a serious face, pointing at Allegri, "Archbishop Todd, look at the soul of this evil mage, isn't it time to cleanse it?" ”

"What the hell ......" Todd glanced at him and teased, "Forget it, there are some burners at the stake in the square, which is quite suitable." ”

"Don't make a fuss," Allegri asked, kicking Illo, "by the way, Todd, there should be a flame of light in that square, right?"

"yes, what's wrong?" Todd was a little confused.

"So, is there still a person hanging from that Flame of Light?" Iroh asked as well.

"You mean Ellen the Fallen God?" Todd recalled, nodding, "He was willing to fall and turn his back on the Divine Master, and was hung above the Flame of Light, scorched by the flames day and night, and could not survive to die, in order to atone for the sins he had committed. ”

"That'...... Haven't burned out yet?" Allegri asked cautiously.

"No," Todd scratched his head in confusion, and although he didn't know what Allegri meant, he explained, "but he was blessed with divine magic by the old bishop, and it wasn't so easy to die, but it seems that he had lost consciousness a few years ago." ”

"That's good, that's good," Allegri let out a sigh of relief and greeted with a smile, "Let's go, let's see." (To be continued......)

PS: (1st Update)