"Roar of victory"!

The high-level magic that only the high priest of the god of war could master spread throughout the square, like the god of thunder patrolling the whole of Vanuna in his chariot.

This roar, even without the bonus of amplification, can spread throughout half of Vanuna City, can make all the cooled blood boil again, and can make the low morale become long-lasting!

Who would have thought that the Thunder King, who had always been known as a powerful warrior, would actually master such a high-level God of War Divine Technique?

But the next moment, the archbishop's face was even more surprised.

The Grand Inquisitor, who had just rushed up to capture the Thunder King, and the head of the Templar Order, Flodin, who was following him, snorted at the same time and staggered back.

The red-eyed Thunder King stood with his sword in his hand, his body surrounded by infinite energy galloping like a raging wind, the hallmark of a peak legendary warrior.

It was he who had just forced back two legendary warriors with a single sword.

"Haji, unleash your most powerful spell," he instructed the archmage behind him, then turned to the Skystriker, who had just taken a spear from the soldier's hand,

"Follow me, Leohard, let's fight side by side again!"

The Thunder King turned his head, gasping heavily, and then raised his hand again—

Udol Weeping Bloodblade!

In the stands around it, the blood of the people of Vanuna boiled like flames.

Almost everyone of the Snowtons, who were already martial artists, had participated in military training for a long or short time, and the folk customs were fierce to the extreme.

It's only because what happened is so incredible that it became so flustered.

In the face of the sudden miracle and the powerful army teleported thousands of miles away, it was difficult for ordinary people to maintain their composure.

The "roar of victory" woke them up, and the faith of the god of war once again gushed out from the bottom of their hearts.

The samurai took up their weapons, the nobles drew their swords for the decoration of their waists, and the commoners removed the wooden bars from their seats, and they shouted together and charged the mighty knights of the Templar Order.

That was originally two or three hundred thousand ordinary people, but under a roar, now it has become an army of hundreds of thousands!

In the distance, the civilians on the Triumph Avenue jumped desperately into the ditches on both sides of the road, and the road, which had been like a crowded bazaar, was empty for dozens of breaths.

At the other end of the road, a fluttering flag with gold stripes on a purple background appeared, and the "Purple Electric Light Cavalry Regiment", one of the four major knights, was galloping on horseback.

In the direction of the barracks, the sound of assembly horns was heard in the distance. The 60,000 troops who were inspected were the powerful forces that could really make a final decision. Even if the herald sent by Nacini hadn't arrived yet, he should have been alarmed by the roar in Valhalla and was gearing up.

As long as the "Purple Light Cavalry" can hold off the Church of Light for a short time, the review troops will arrive and dominate the entire battlefield.

It was the most powerful group of soldiers from the elite troops of the five major theaters and the four major knights.

They can make the Church of Light lose all hope.

"Roar of victory", will it really lead to victory?

Allegri, who had been staying on the platform, watched the ups and downs of the plot for a long time before they came to their senses.

"Don't worry, Althea," Allegri comforted, "you see, it's all right, isn't it?"

Althea breathed a sigh of relief and nodded.

"It seems that you don't have to fight hard...... "Dios patted Allegri on the shoulder and smiled, "If the Church of Light has no other preparations, it will have to retreat as soon as the door is still there." ”

There were only four of them left on the platform, and all the seats were thrown down by them, and the cloth rolls were spread out on the ground, revealing a large magic circle drawn on them.

Allegri, who was holding the scroll tightly, glanced at Althea and pulled Dios aside, "Prepare to launch, this time it's really in trouble." ”

"What?" Dios was a little confused.

"I don't know what else the Church of Light has prepared," Illo also had a rare serious expression, "but they didn't look like they wanted to retreat in the slightest. ”

They don't want to retreat because they don't need to retreat at all.

"The obsessive lamb can only bring about its own destruction," the archbishop shook his head, and with a flick of his fingers, a small flower of white light appeared in his hand.

He raised his hand casually, and countless identical small white flowers suddenly fell down in midair, and a carpet of white flowers was laid in front of the Gate of Light Forging.

The archbishop, dressed in embroidered gold and white robes, stepped aside and bowed deeply towards the door.

"Greetings to His Majesty the Pope—"

All the knights, priests, and hunters bowed down to the gate, singing in unison,

"Greetings to His Majesty the Pope—"

A white-robed man with a handsome face that he couldn't even tell the difference between men and women slowly walked out of the door.

It can't be said that he is a person, he is actually a statue carved out of white marble, with perfect movements but not the slightest breath of life.

The Pope of the Church of Light is not alone, he is the Son of God, he is the Son of Light. He is a creature carved by the God of Light and bestowed with the power of Light.

He is the idol of the god in the Cathedral of Gothia who is enshrined for eternity.

He does not move, he does not die, he does not die.

But he holds the ultimate power of light.

However, it is recorded that the Son of Light never left the throne of the Cathedral of Cotia, and was only the guardian of the light, not the conqueror.

"Can this stone pope leave the Cathedral of Cotia?" said Illo on the distant platform, amazed.

"Actually, he did leave once," Dios shrugged as they looked at each other inquiringly, "the same time Master Herseus burned down the Cathedral of Cotia." ”******

"Ho?" the Pope, carved in stone, stood in the center of the square, radiating an endless glow, asking softly, in a soft voice.

All around, the people of the god of war who roared with blood felt their entire bodies cool down in the face of this true god creation.

Even, there was an indescribable despair welling up in the depths of my heart.

Even the horses under the knights of the "Purple Electric Light Cavalry Regiment" who were galloping over slowed down.

"Those who disagree with God should be punished by God," the archbishop drew a wisp of milky spiritual power from his temple and flicked it to the standing Pope.

The Child of Light took the white silk, crumpled it, sniffed it, and responded with a loud voice.

"Yes. ”

Then, he made three movements.

Three movements that are slight to extreme.

For the first movement, he grabbed it back.

A white light the thickness of the bowl flowed out of the door and slowly merged into his body.

From the door, you can faintly see that the infinite holy light that originally swirled on the Cathedral of Cotia is slowly disappearing.

Even the "Flame of Light" that would never be extinguished was only a remnant of it, and it was uncertain.

This is the amount of force he has mobilized.

In the second movement, he raises his right hand and spreads it out on his left.

In the entire Valhalla Plaza, the hostile force was constantly dissolved, and there were even weaker people in the stands who turned over and fainted to the ground.

On the other hand, the air is filled with light that continues to bless the knights, hunters, and priests of the Church of Light, making them even stronger.

This is the order he prescribes.

In the third movement, his right hand clenched into a fist and gently smashed it down.

Suddenly, a huge fist of white light appeared in the sky, almost covering the sky and the sun, covering the entire square, and slowly smashing towards the sky.

This is the punishment he imposes.

The archbishop was stunned for a moment, and hurriedly shouted, waving his hands to gesturing something.

If this fist is smashed down, the professionals in the entire square who do not have the strength above the upper rank are afraid that they will be turned into ashes.

"Oh?" the Child of Light looked at the archbishop curiously, a little puzzled, but nodded his head and his fist rose again, in the relief of almost everyone.

The fist flew away.

That's the direction of the barracks.

Then there was an earth-shattering bang.

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