The cocoons ignited into large balls of fire, and the spine, stamens, and wings burned by the flame emitted a fishy stench.

Dachado let out a painful wail in the cocoon, the cocoon wriggled violently, he wanted to stop the alienation, wanted to get out of the cocoon, but the shining butterfly in Dachedo's heart was tempting, deceiving him that the holy fire was a gift of power, so that Dachedo could accept this glorious grace.

The golden flame stretched from the cocoon's cocoon to the spine, intending to entangle and scorch Andrew.

The little angel of the Holy Light near the Sword of Light began to hum again from the outside to the inside, and the voice went from low to passionate, muffling the screams of pain from Dachedo.

It's not just Dachedo, the bearers of the Seed of Light, who face Ryan with their weapons in hand, like stiff zombies stepping back towards where the Sword of Light is.

In the sacred song of the angels, the threads turned into dry branches and stacked the stake higher.

The light shines brightly, the flame spreads into the sea, and the light-colored buds grow in the dead branches of the light, which is beautiful and intimidating.

Andrew let go of the spine held in his right hand and re-grasped the greatsword in his palm, and with a wave of sword energy, he shattered the little angel who was close to him, and quickly approached Ryan.

In the sacred flames, the loose spine shattered, and Dachedo's alienated cocoons were charred and withered by the flames.

Waporio and several nature elven elders, their eyes at the moment were indifferent to the seed of light, there was no sadness, there was no sadness for Dachedo's state at the moment.

Ryan tapped the void with his staff, and the teleportation array took shape in a second. Andrew lifted Astor through space and returned to Ryan's side.

The little angels of the Holy Light stopped moving due to Andrew's disappearance, and then turned their heads together in the light, stiffening their bodies like dolls, and looking directly at Ryan with indifferent eyes.

The power of darkness is swallowed up by the light, but the divine light is incomparably cold.

Confirming that Andrew was not injured, Ryan was not surprised by the little angel's gaze, and looked at the stake under the hood and the sea of holy light condensed by the angels, and whispered to the peep hidden in the light: "Even at this time, Dikitalon's soul is about to merge with the core, are you not ready to appear, and want to force them to be sacrificed in resentment?" ”

Andrew placed Astor beside Loris and scattered the cloak flames.

The sky suddenly darkened, and the voice of the pope appeared in the angelic hymn, becoming more and more sacred in the ensemble of angels.

The bearers of the Seed of Light are controlled by the body, and their consciousness is preserved.

Nature elves such as Katrin...... Those who were not blessed by the seed of light, they all heard the Pope's voice at the same time: "Michel, if you want to save them, agree to my previous conditions, and I will allow you to take them out of the Natural Forest." ”

Hearing this, everyone, especially the bearer of the Seed of Light, looked eagerly at Ryan at the same time, their eyes full of pleas.

The role of the stake has been vaguely determined in the mind, this dangerous thing......

They don't want to be judged by the hypocritical light, they don't want to be sacrificed.

Ryan tapped his staff in the air, condensing a layer of void enchantment, avoiding the Pope's voice and the angel's hymn from affecting his will, and replied indifferently: "Hypocritical Pope, do you think I will believe such a despicable lie of yours? ”

"Light is holy and merciful, and I just want to make a friendly deal with you."

In the midst of the song, the Pope's voice remains sacred and pure.

A new apparition of the cherub condensed in the divine light, holding a delicate code of law, he was dressed in the robes of light, and looked sideways at the crowd walking towards the stake in the light, simultaneously conveying the Pope's words, "Michel, I have never had any despicable lies, and the light has never deceived.

You know, these are the people who have asked me and asked me...... And I gave back to them for what they asked for. ”

"Even for the great and holy gods, before the believers can ask for it, the believers need to offer sacrifices first, and then the gods decide whether to respond or not."

The little angel of light withdrew his gaze, and his eyes of gold and silver faced Ryan, "They ask me too much, and I agree to everything, but the heart is greedy, and no matter the race, the desire is always difficult to satisfy...... And there is always a price to pay.

I responded to the request to lend them my power, and now I need it, so I take back the price at this time, do you think there is a problem? ”

The owners of the Seed of Light wanted to deny it, but not only could they not make a sound, they could not even shake their heads slightly.

The expanding soil ceased, and the holy angelic hymns grew more and more intense.

A path of holy light appeared in front of the stake, waiting for the first to be set foot by the person who had just accused the most light.

"Michelle, they don't have any need to save, you can trust me."

The little angel of the Holy Light opened the small codex and looked at the mage at the front of the crowd, closest to the stake, "Michelle, do you know what he's thinking at the moment?" He was thinking that he was clearly trusting and believing in you, so he would question me, rebel against me, and be the first to follow when the flames launched a counterattack against the Light.

However, at this moment, he is in danger, and you who he trusts do not do anything, and there is no idea of saving him. He's questioning that you're a liar, that you and I are companions, do you think it's worth saving? ”

"Pure light does not allow me to lie, and I don't like some nasty words...... So I adjusted his words a little, and his thoughts were only worse than what I conveyed. ”

The little angel phantom of the Holy Light looked at the pale face of the Dharma Saint, raised the corners of his illusory lips to reveal a self-proclaimed extremely friendly smile, and then slowly withdrew his gaze to look at Ryan, "I really want to be friends with you, but unfortunately you seem to trust Isidore more, if it is really what he thinks in his heart, you and I don't need to be antagonistic at this moment, they are not worthy of me being so uncomfortable." ”

He has lost two avatars because of two mysterious merchants.

The Pope really hoped that if he could be friends with Michelle, as the mage thought in his heart, then he would not have to be distressed at the moment, and he would not have to control the Holy Light to condense so many illusions, just to stall for time.

"Your discomfort has nothing to do with me, I can't and I don't want to be friends with you."

Ryan ignored the mage's panicked gaze, ignoring the weakness of the others' gazes, and whispered in a cold voice, "Whether they question or trust me, it's not something I need to care about, I'm not curious about their minds, the only thing I'm interested in is trading."

It stands to reason that you pass Katrin...... Knowing that she invited me to come to the Natural Forest today, I should have guessed that I don't have a friendly relationship with you...... Today will surely stop your plans. ”

"You're going to devour a lot of lives and fulfill what you think you're trying to do with your revenge and ambitions." Ryan, "I don't want to see the continent destroyed by you, it would take a lot of fun out of me. ”

The little angel of the Holy Light closed the canon, "You and Theseus hinder me just for this simple reason? ”

Ryan: "Don't use your mind to speculate on other people's preferences. ”

"You like trading, isn't it easy?"

The Pope controlled the phantom to raise his hand, and the sky shone brightly.

The little angels changed the tone of the hymn, and in the swirling magic array, the light almost perfectly copied the humans and aliens who had the seed of light in their bodies in the forest of nature.

The eyes of the copied are closed, and the appearance and texture of the skin are extremely realistic, not only the clothes they are wearing, the clear hair, but also the elemental fluctuations in their bodies...... It's all a realistic replica of the simulation.

The most terrifying thing is that the light also repairs the dark wounds in the replica's body, making the replica's power even stronger.

In the horrified eyes of the controlled, the replicators of light prayed earnestly along with the hymn, and finally opened their eyes together to look at Ryan like an ensemble, "Mr. Michelle, I beg you, I beg you to make a deal with me. ”

The golden eyes were full of divine light, the voice was pleading, and the gaze was cold and dull.

Ryan: "......"

Being looked at directly by thousands of pairs of eyes, even if the light has suppressed the darkness of the forbidden spell, there is still a very frightening feeling.

Not only the humans and aliens who have the seed of light in their bodies and are being copied by lies at this moment, but even Orn and them feel strange and frightened.

The Shining Butterfly is still fusing with the Holy Light, with the Seed of Light as the core, and the golden Holy Sword is about to take shape.

The Pope's apparition raised his right hand slightly, and the singing angel and the replica stopped making sounds at the same time. The Pope's golden eyes looked at Ryan, the hand holding the Codex was slightly raised, pointing to the copy of the Holy Light, and the voice asked in a holy and sincere voice: "Michelle, do you think these people are enough?" ”

The eyes of the copied became more and more panicked and frightened, but they were about to step on the stake, and they still couldn't make a sound, and they couldn't escape.

The little angel of the Holy Light raised the star-like particles of light in his hand, and the golden rays that had not caught Andrew intertwined, intertwined in the nebula of the Holy Light to form the rudiments of the temple.

Directly in front of the stake, white boulders poured out of the ground, stacked with light.

Angels hummed hymns softly, and silver spikes were carved into a holy, benevolent ...... under the guidance of light. Surrounded by pure goodness and light, the face is blurred in the humanoid stone carving.

The white stone statue shone brightly, and his hands held the open sacred codex. The silver spike continued under the guidance of the light, carving the holy angel feather vestment, making the stone carving more and more realistic.

Humans and aliens who were about to be burned at the stake and had the Seed of Light in their bodies, they were guided by the Seed of Light and involuntarily bowed their heads in prayer to the stone statue. The glorious imaginary benevolence suppressed the fears of the hearts and built piety in their hearts until golden threads were drilled into their hearts and gathered in the foratures of the stone carved hands......

In the end, the controlled person sacrificed himself and walked to the stake surrounded by holy light.

The stake was wide, and more than one person was sacrificed at one time.

The sacred flame was about to ignite the dead branches, and the golden buds cracked slightly, as if they were about to bloom at any moment.

Ryan looked at the humans and aliens who were not under his control, "It turns out that the seed of light still has this effect. ”

Manipulating the mind, simulating ...... Copy.

"And that's not all."

The little angel of the Holy Light flipped through the Codex, and the Codex in the hands of the giant stone statue also turned the pages, "Michelle, if you're curious, I can tell you more." ”

"I have no interest in your evil." Ryan, "Hypocritical and ignorant Pope, do you think that in this way you use the seed of light to control their minds, the power of faith that is forced to sacrifice will be useful? ”

"Who knows?" The Pope Control Phantom shook his head slightly, "I just did what I felt was the right thing." ”

Ryan sighed softly, "Don't you think you're pathetic? ”

The brilliance was too strong for Ryan to make a move, and no one dared to prevent the controlled from being burned at the stake.

Catlyn and the others looked at Ryan, who was the main thing, quietly listening to his communication with the Pope, waiting for Michelle's decision.

Even the remaining elven elders, they also began to move uncontrollably in the holy light.

The Divine Phantom looked at Ryan, and the movement of flipping the Codex stopped, "What do you mean?" ”

"I've warned you before, but you don't seem to have figured out the truth yet." Ryan lowered his voice and said in a mysterious tone, "Don't you feel like everything you do is the same as these people?" ”

The phantom of the Light stared at Ryan, "You want to say that I'm controlled too. ”

The phantom shook his head slightly immediately after speaking, "This can't be. ”

Ryan: "Do you know the priesthood of the god you work with?" ”

The Pope was silent.

"Looks like you know who he is." Ryan, "Then you must also know that lies are the darkness that first led the Divine War. ”

As he spoke, Ryan's voice grew colder and colder, "You blame Isidore for all your sins, blaming him for indulging the darkness with his kindness, causing the fall of the City of Light and finally triggering the War of the Gods...... You say that you have protected the City of Light in place of Isidore, but I have not seen the light, and now you have already stepped into the embrace of darkness, and everything you do is an evil that the light cannot tolerate.

The gods cannot come down to the mainland, but the one who cooperates with you can guide you.

So thousands of years ago, it was because Isidor was deceived by darkness that he had to split himself. Or are you actually a seed of a lie buried in his heart, deceiving Isidore into splitting himself so that you can copy, devour, and steal the light gifts, divine gifts, and powers that belong to him? ”

As Ryan guessed the truth, the eyes of the Phantom of Light grew darker.

Catelyn and the others held their breath, and no one dared to disturb them.

The divine light dimmed with Ryan's words, and the light was angry.

Chapter 539

The bright sky is dim, the staggered and broken black clouds, the little angels condensed by the holy light and the flames stop singing, and the silver hammers are still carving stone statues.

The sacred flowers bloom in the dead branches of the silk threads dragged by the broken stars, and a golden road is like a river, divided by a burner at the stake.

Ahead lies the path of holy light, and those who are controlled by the seeds of light have been forged devout beliefs. The man controlled by the light walks up the ladder of music in the path of light, picks up the dead branches and binds himself, his eyes are full of fear, but the corners of his pale mouth are stiff and raised, and he is fictionalized to yearn for the glory of the divine light, and he is 'willingly' sacrificing his life for the Pope.

Behind the stake, the light in the hands of the Angel of Light converges into a glorious river of heavenly grace, and the light that falls from the sky is like golden water, leading to the golden temple under construction centered on the giant stone statue.

The chaotic sky was the Pope's suppressed anger, and the phantom of light, in the clearest form of the angel, flipped through the Codex, and his golden eyes looked straight at Ryan.

Since the Pope said that Isidor was divided into 24 egos, and the invasion of evil consciousness and other important information...... Ryan had already vaguely guessed at that time that the Pope should not be completely devouring, merging and regenerating consciousness.

At that time, the price of unlocking Isidore's secret had not been reduced too much, and combined with the effect of the seed of light at this moment, Ryan had basically determined that a thousand years ago, it should be a lie or a dark consciousness that put a 'seed' in Isidore's body through some secret method.