The Tower of St. White.

This was the weakest period of the nine-story tower in millennia.

With the flames of war raging and civil strife raging, the once thriving Church of Light has been challenged like never before, and its dominance is in jeopardy.

However, the slender and towering white tower still flows with holy brilliance. It is like a star in the endless night, guiding its confused believers to a new dawn.

The white tower does not fall, and the light does not go out.

This proverb, which has been passed down for thousands of years, seems to be becoming more pronounced in this crisis. Even though the tide of shadows has swept across the entire northern land of the Holy Alliance, as long as the Holy City has not fallen and the White Tower has not fallen, the Lord of Light will still protect his people and resist all evil forces.

But the controller of the White Tower doesn't seem to be so optimistic. The young archbishop, who was white-robed and blond-haired, walked slowly through the white-thorn woods, occasionally looking up at the tall tower not far away, his face solemn and gloomy. The crumbling stone statue is back on the throne of the Cathedral of Cothia, and the ascetic camp and the saints who guard the church will be in charge of his next repairs and energy storage. Of course, they didn't know that this artifact that had guarded the church for thousands of years had already been secretly occupied by the "Pale Lord".

The "Stone Pope" will gradually recover, but it will be difficult for him to rely on his strength for a long time before that, Innedil sighed slightly, a little annoyed.

After Silves united with the "Council of Bones" and the Demon Legion, the military strength gathered was not much different from that of the entire Holy Alliance. According to his inference, the war machines of the three major Allied powers may not be able to operate at full strength before the winter. Therefore, now, the Holy See must hold on to Rankine City as much as possible, and delay until the armies of the three kingdoms are reorganized, and there is no possibility of counterattack.

And how easy is that?

Innedil frowned in thought. Walked slowly to a clearing in the woods.

Towards evening, the sunset is obliquely shining, and the remnants of a tree are beautiful.

These sacred trees of the Church of Light will never bear fruit. They spread out, bloom to their heart's content, and then when the prosperity ends. Wilt and die.

Church, I don't think so.

Inedil sighed again and lowered his head. The only good thing now is that there is no one within the Holy See who no longer questions his authority. As the soldiers approached the city, the saints and ascetics, who had always been noisy, finally complied and acquiesced in their leadership. The Inquisition defected, the Knights Templar were damaged, and a disheartened Flodin stayed in Vanuna, in the north, to retrain the new paladins. The factions that once held the headquarters of the Holy See have weakened, and only the Tower of the White is left. It is their most reliant reliance in the tide of shadows.

Innedil stretched out his slender and clean hands, his eyes a little dazed. He had finally fulfilled that childish vow, and now the noblest scepter on the entire continent was in these hands.

But why do you feel so tired?

Where does the endless glory and brilliance of imagination await you?

My thoughts are so busy that I have nowhere to talk.

He shook his head slightly and sighed in a low voice. It seems a little unthinkable.

At this moment, his body suddenly stiffened. Rich holy light suddenly rippled on his hands.

Just now, a cold threat faintly came, like a giant beast with a shadow watching him closely in the forest.

Inedil stared in the direction of the threat in the shadowy woods, his gaze concentrating, as sharp as a blade.

"It's you. He took a deep breath and spoke first.

The last rays of the sunset slowly faded. Light shadows condense there.

"It's me. As if old friends met and greeted, Silves's voice was even more indifferent, even a little ethereal.

"Do you want to use your usual tricks to single-handedly attack the enemy's weak spots, or even kill the main general?" said Innedir. A cold smile appeared, and his hands were spread out, and the shield of holy light was unexpectedly stretched, "But it's a pity, I'm afraid you're looking for the wrong person this time." ”

"At the foot of the White Tower, I really can't help you," Silves stood still, his figure gradually revealing from the blurred shadows, and his voice was low, "but I just wanted to come and have a look." ”

"Look...... That's it?" Inedir repeated, his brow full of wariness and doubt. He glanced sideways, broken planks scattered around. It was then that he discovered that it was here that Sylves had built a small wooden house, and it was here that he had subdued the archbishop and gained the long-awaited power.

"Where's the archbishop?" Silves' voice came again at this moment, stabbing the other party in the sore spot.

"You'll be able to meet him when we defeat Rankine City," Innedir's smile could no longer be maintained, and he snorted coldly, "but I'm afraid you won't have that chance." ”

"Oh?" said Silves, chuckling, seemingly with a hint of sarcasm, "I wonder how you managed to have this confidence, is it with this White Tower, which you don't have full control over, or ...... By your mysterious mentor who doesn't dare to show his face?"

"What?" Innedil was shocked, the existence of the mentor had always been his biggest secret, how did Silves know about the Dao? Could it be that there was a traitor around him?

"Why, don't you dare to admit it? Isn't the glorious cause in your mouth dependent on this evil existence to succeed?"

"What kind of evil existence?" Innedil was stunned for a moment, then raised his voice and argued, "Do you know the existence of the Dao Teacher, can you be convinced because of this? The evil is a traitor like you who has turned his back on the Lord of Light, not the Master of Light, who is also a believer in the Light!"

"Oh...... It seems that you still don't know his true face?" Silves laughed playfully, "It's ridiculous that the evil god from the underworld has actually turned into a believer in the light?"

"Shut up!" Innedil couldn't listen any longer, and shouted angrily, making a few quick gestures with his hands, and a stream of holy light suddenly shot like an arrow.

The obscure sword light in the forest then lit up, and the arrow composed of pure light energy was instantly cut into several pieces. The shadow energy in the knife burst out, canceling each other out with the light energy. In the blink of an eye, Silves had already neutralized all his attacks lightly.

But at this time, the spire of the White Tower suddenly shot out a brilliant holy light like a fountain, drawing a beautiful arc and flying in this direction.

Inedil stood on the ground, silent, and his face was calm. The surging holy light enveloped the range of dozens of steps beside him, and everything in this realm was delicate, and no faint shadow could be hidden. The white light on the white tower swirled around him, and the moment he pointed at it, several beams of light appeared at their destination in defiance of space, twisting and constructing into a cage forged by light. But Silves's figure disappeared into the shadows again, and swept through the forest like a gust of wind.

The cage condensed by Innedir could only catch a little shadow of the tail, and then dissipated into the air in vain, turning into a little bit of holy light.

Innedil controls the light, and Silves manipulates the shadows, and for the first time, these two opposing forces collide head-on, but silently. However, in comparison, Innedil has the advantage of geographical advantage, after all, this is at the foot of the Holy White Tower, and he can maintain a light realm of dozens of steps at any cost at great expense, and guard against any attack that Silves may launch in all directions. However, on the other hand, his fastest magic could not catch up with the speed of Silves. But he still didn't care, and the cage of light condensed one after another, and then dissipated, and bits of holy light fluttered and fell in the forest.

The two sides seem to be at a stalemate, and Inedil naturally can't ask for it. The vision of the White Tower will soon attract reinforcements, and Silves will have to retreat before his own siege is complete.

But he was not willing to wait passively like this, seeing that the arrangement was completed, he raised his hand slightly, and the extremely condensed light power burst out instantly. At the same time, a little bit of holy light permeating the forest was connected at the same time, and the faint and tenacious holy light suddenly formed a huge cage, binding all the enemies within a radius of hundreds of steps!

No?

Nothing. Inedil looked around, full of doubts, he clearly felt that Silves had been patrolling around him for an opportunity to attack, how could he not have it?

"Good means. Suddenly there was a soft applause from the distant forest, and Silves's figure gradually appeared, the power of the shadow diffused up, and the holy beam of light that approached him was dissolved in an instant.

"Still, you're as sensitive as ever," Silves continued with a chuckle, "and since I said I was just here to see, I wouldn't have made a move on you." Aren't you tired of deploying so hard?"

Inedil, who was panting slightly, felt a heat on his face, he was too careful, and he was actually tricked by Silves. The other party had already left the scope of his divine arts, and he couldn't help but be even more annoyed by using only a cloud of phantoms to make himself suspicious.

"But next time, you'll have to be careful. Silves' voice came from afar, and he played with the short knife in his hand, and suddenly took a step backwards, completely blending into the shadows, leaving no trace.

Let's go?

Hearing that his subordinates had gathered around, Innedir finally breathed a sigh of relief and turned to leave.

A cold sharp feeling suddenly erupted at this moment, and an imperceptible sword light broke through the ground and rose from under his feet!

He subconsciously took a step back, but a faint trace of blood had slowly appeared on the white robe.

The shield of holy light around his body was like a fragile piece of paper, torn apart in an instant.

"Silves......" Innedil stood on the ground, seemingly in no pain at all, gritting his teeth and reciting his name over and over again, hoping to crush his bones to ashes. (To be continued......)

PS: (1st Update)