Unlike those who spend their lives in a land of size, although he has not been in this world for a long time, Allegri's experience is bizarre, and his experience of traveling around is quite rich.

From the capital city of Vanuna in the north to the elven kingdom of the Moon Song Forest in the south, to the northern and southern foothills of the Dawn Mountains, and even the strange and dangerous "chaotic zone", almost half of the continent has left his footprints.

During this long journey, when they were full of wine and food, adventurers from all over the world would talk around the fireplace at night, and would always talk about some local customs and experiences. Among them, in addition to the enduring hot topic of "women's tasting", the topic related to the gods also made Allegri's ears cocooned.

However, he still retains a noncommittal skepticism about whether there really are gods in this world. After all, although these stories sound like they have noses and eyes, they are all vague rumors, and even the narrators are hearsay.

Yet, when he expressed his subtle suspicions, consciously or unconsciously, the devout congregation of the gods immediately jumped out to refute him, and most of them put forward the two strongest arguments.

Miracles, and miracles.

Even though the gods have not shown their true faces to the world for two thousand years, the clergy of the various churches can still unleash all kinds of unique divine techniques between prayers, and the divine power contained in them does not show the slightest sign of weakening. This seems to be enough proof that there are gods and goddesses in the underworld, closely watching everything that happens in the heavens and the earth, and responding to the call of the devout people under their feet at any time.

On the other hand, even two thousand years ago. When the gods occasionally walked on earth, they reached a tacit agreement to show "miracles" as the most common means of declaring their grace. This ingenious method of prosthetic mortals makes the image of the god more approachable, more acceptable and understandable to the common people.

During the two thousand years of silence of the gods, the frequency of miracles has decreased considerably, but occasionally one or two have appeared. But it still declares that the glory of the gods is still there. However, it is not known how much of this was done by the gods themselves, and how much was created by the Church in order to consolidate its rule.

But at this moment, on the square of the Cathedral of Cotias, the real "miracle" did happen.

The night was dark, and the pure white firelight bloomed like a fireflower.

In the midst of the overflowing fire, in the raging flames. The somewhat vague figure lifted its eyes and swept the entire Rankin condescendingly.

The ancient ritual of "God's grace" has finally been completed!

There was an indifferent whiteness in his eyes, and the lines of holy light gushed out from the center of his eyebrows, washing down like a stream of water. The "trick mask" that Allegri wore on his face melted as quickly as snow in the scorching sun. And his nondescript mercenary warrior outfit, although it is also some good fabric, is in such a surging force. It also turned into ashes in an instant.

However, a large cloud of pure white flames swirled around his body. It's like a burning robe, but it's also tightly covered.

However, not many people are paying attention to such details these days.

The long sword in his hand was not burned by the "Flame of Light" like his clothes and mask. The powerful holy energy frantically poured into the sword body, the original magic array structure was instantly dispersed, and the mysterious and inexplicable divine magic patterns were shaped out of thin air by a huge amount of force. The holy light of the zhang long surged, and the blade of the sword was extremely white.

The flames on the sword body burned so vigorously, but it gave people the feeling of being so indifferent, like a handful of cold ice and snow poured on their heads, making everyone shiver unconsciously.

Everyone in the field. It's all terrifying.

This long sword of white light is called "the glimpse of the god lord" in the records of ancient texts, and it is the judgment blade of the god of light, whose majesty has been desecrated, and the angry gaze of the god of light.

Waves of terrifying fluctuations continued to emanate, and above the square of the Cathedral of Cotia, for a moment, the divine power was like a prison.

Under such threats, Silves and the "Speaker of the White Bones" had stopped fighting and stood vigilantly on both sides of the steps. However, under the "glimpse of the divine lord", the reactions of the two were completely different.

Although the "Speaker of the White Bones" has enough experience, he is ignorant of this long-lost ancient ritual. He frowned slightly, his expression a little stunned by the strength of the force, but there was not the slightest fear. The two corpse warriors under his control even took two steps forward and put on a eager offensive posture.

After all, the battle situation has developed to such a situation, and the Bright Sect has long been exhausted and weak, in contrast, it is Silves beside him who makes him even more worried.

But when his eyes turned to the henchman next to him, he couldn't help but be stunned. As a legendary warrior, Silves stared closely at the Holy Flame Sword stretched out in the "Bright Holy Flame", looking very incredulous. The next moment, a thick gray-black mist filled the air, enveloping his entire body in a few breaths, and two deep voices sounded in the shadows, exchanging a few words quickly and urgently.

Then, this peerless powerhouse, his eyes wandered around, and he actually began to retreat slowly.

"Huh?" can be the chief of an institution like the "White Bone Council", and the "White Bone Speaker" is also a first-class clever person. Looking at Silves, who was behaving so abnormally, his eyes froze, and he raised the staff in his hand with a deep groan, and wanted to retreat for the time being.

But before the order was given, in the sky, a sword light had suddenly lit up!

Silves' reaction was swift, and as soon as the sword light lit up, he immediately turned around without the slightest hesitation. Then, the chief judge in the legendary realm, the president of the 100,000 heroic division, actually ran backwards like a rabbit. As he strode away, the cloak behind him quietly raised, and the wings of the shadows stretched out, but he did not dare to soar into the air, cautiously maintaining a low gliding posture, and in an instant, his blurred figure completely blended into the night.

The night was dark, but it was suddenly bright.

The shadows of the swords are one after another, and the sky is full of brilliance. This is the supreme realm beyond the limits of human beings, and it is the power of the great shore descended from the gods, and in the entire Lancan City, countless brilliant sword lights lit up one after another, and they were quietly suspended in mid-air.

Watching Silves flee in the wilderness, the "White Bone Speaker", who had woken up a little bit, cursed in his heart, and blessed several spell shields in his rapid chanting, and at the same time stretched out his hand to take back the corpse warrior, and immediately retreated and fled.

But at this moment, Allegri in the "Bright Flame" had already swung his sword heavily, and the blade of the sword was aimed directly at this powerful necromancer.

The holy light swept through like a wave of rage, and in the face of such a surging force, the enchanted armor on the two corpse warriors instantly dimmed, and the gray-green mist overflowed in wisps, which was a sign that the necromantic energy was constantly purified. Compared with the "Feather of Holy Light" released by the Holy Maiden, these two purifying powers are very different, but after a few breaths, the two warriors who made Silves a little helpless have already fallen to the ground, and the bound soul let out a sigh of emotion, the spirit body was liberated, and the body was completely rotten to ashes.

The corpse spirit warrior that the "White Bone Speaker" had painstakingly cultivated for many years was easily eliminated in this way, and this sword light did not even weaken by half a point. After a slight pause, he pursued the "White Bone Speaker" who had escaped.

Unlike the average weak mage, the "Bone Speaker", who has transformed his body with necromancy, moves very quickly, and moves like an agile warrior. But even so, the holy sword light followed closely like a maggot on the tarsal bone, pressing every step without backing down.

Seeing that he was about to be entangled by the sword light, the "White Bone Speaker" shouted angrily, and the staff was raised, releasing three powerful spells in an instant. The dark green "Disintegrating Light" tried to block the sword light, and the gray-white "Bone Shield" defended his body, and then his form had already risen into the air, and he was about to flee.

But at this moment, the sword light that was originally quiet and suspended in the sky slid up like a swimming fish under his shock. The "White Bone Speaker" felt a flower in front of him, and the blessed several spell shields shattered at the same time!

Feeling that there were countless sharp sword lights around him attacking at the same time, the "White Bone Speaker" finally knew what Silves only dared to glide at a low altitude. But at this moment, regret was to no avail, he raised his hands high, and the vigorous necromantic energy flowed out of his body, fighting with all his might.

In mid-air, sword lights converged and surrounded, stabbing in turn, energy agitation, and endless sounds. However, the "Bone Speaker", who is dealing with these tricky things, forgets that there is an even greater threat that is eyeing the square.

On the stone pillar, Allegri stared for a moment, and then suddenly took a step into the air, the pure white flames around him like a shadow, and from a distance it looked brilliant, as if the god had come into the world.

He walked forward, seemingly slowly, but in a few shakes, he had already appeared above the head of the "White Bone Speaker".

In the eyes of countless people, the god-like Allegri stood solemnly in the clouds, looking down at his feet, and the blazing white holy flame sword in his hand was slowly raised.

The soldiers and civilians of the city held their breath, the deadly sword of Damorix was about to fall, but the "White Bone Speaker", who was trying his best to resist the invasion of the sword light, still did not know.

The arc light is like a rainbow, and the blade of the sword is swept obliquely.

The thirty-seventh speaker of the "White Bone Council", a notorious necromancer group, was cut down in this way. (To be continued......)

PS: (Open update, sorry)