Multiple divine fluctuations converged, bringing the song of the angel into the distance, and even the inhabitants of the main city of Lebaye heard the song. Guided by the peace and hope of the song, they left their houses and looked into the sky to the sun shining brightly.

Seeing the divine peace at this moment, Ouen, who suddenly reacted, used magic to condense a butterfly.

Avoiding the impact of this purification ritual, the flame butterfly carried Orn's inquiry, flew to Ryan's side and shattered, "Dear Mr. Ash, can Padraic join this sacred purification ritual with the Light Mage of the City of Light and the Bard Vaolet at this time?" ”

Ryan nodded at Orn in response, meaning yes.

"Thank you very much."

Upon receiving a response, Orn shreds a scroll and creates a magical pontoon in the air beside him. The teleportation array emerged where he had built it with his magic, and Padraric, sensing Orn's call, and the light mages loyal to him walked out of the teleportation circle one after another.

Dressed in a sacred white robe, Padraic stood on the magic pontoon, looking down at the visions of the cherubs who walked with the Light, and the Sunken who took the initiative to get close to the Light. He placed his left hand on his chest to feel the pure power of light, and couldn't help but let out a low exclamation, "This is incredible...... It's like a dreamlike scene. ”

The cherubs shed the light, the sunken embraced the light, and the holy light resonated with the sunken, bursting more light from their bodies.

"Such an unbelievably dreamy."

Vaolet also couldn't hold back his exclamation, and when he raised his hand, he held the wind and condensed into a harp. As he plucked the strings with his fingertips and the music of the Angel's Song sounded, the distant wind swept up the birds transformed by the moonlight, gently holding on to the light of the falling sky, and the wings of the wind flew towards the periphery of the sunken.

Chapter 610

The Flying Bird of the Wind picks up the broken particles of the moonlight, and the illusion of a cherub that looks like a real thing, flies over the heads of each of the perished, lowering the veil of mist intertwined with the elements of light, so that all the sinkers can feel the temperature of light.

As Valolet began to play the harp to guide the birds, Padraic raised his staff and chanted the Blessing of Light with all the Light Mages. The golden light gathers into the sea, the brilliance of thousands of miles is sacred, the sky is as bright as the day returns, and the abnormal sky attracts countless distant eyes.

The Fallen One lifts his hands or forelimbs up, trying to let the light fall on him, making every inch of his skin feel the temperature.

With Isidore's chanting and the pure music of the cherubs, the Fallen began to blur. The Spoilers gaze at the statue of the God of Light and the night sun, and from the top of their hair begin to merge with the light, like a mist in a dream, the body is no longer real, and a golden light spreads from the forehead to the whole body, and the transformed ugly body shatters and crumbles in the warm holy light.

The swirling magic circle radiates a more divine light, the statue of the god of light seems to be real, and the angelic song seems to respond to the hope of the sunken...... As the bodies of the sunken shattered, large chunks of flesh peeled off from their bones, their confinements and seals were broken, carrion and blood purified in the light, shattered and rolled into a sea of dreams with the wind, and tangible souls flew out of the heavy bodies.

The light guided all the Fallen out of their bound bodies, and Ryan, who had walked in front of the statue of the God of Light, raised his staff, the tip of which was chiseled downward, and easily pierced the skull, which had temporarily calmed down the slaughter but was still full of resentment.

The skulls shattered with the blow of Lane, and souls poured out of the cracks like a rain of frenzied stars, searching for a more complete soul of their own.

When the souls merge, the body given by the light becomes clearer, and the light on the earth reflects the sky, and the endless magic gathers.

The radiance of the angel gives the soul a golden dreamy form, restoring its original true form. Adolel controls the avatar to travel through the sea of souls, searching for spirits with vengeful feelings.

Mussell let go of his staff, gradient scales appeared on the side of his face and neck, and his ears turned into fins, and the sea witch came at his call. Hazel raised the conch in his hand and placed it to his mouth to blow, and in the melodious and empty sound of the snail, the tide of the sea swelled leisurely, and the current condensed the wind and snow under the deep sea, carrying the blessing of the sea and flying towards the soul of the sunken.

Musel whispered to his former companions, using the power of light to communicate with them.

The souls that do not want to continue the battle are broken by the wind, and they give thanks like a breeze, dissipate and purify in the light, and fly into the sun to return to the place where the soul should go.

The spirits who retain the will for revenge choose to stay, they can no longer revert to their original race, sign a contract at the invitation of Adolel, and then reincarnate as a demon, or incarnate as a water spirit in the sound of Hazel's spiral, merge with the special sea water, return to the embrace of the sea and wait to be reborn, and reincarnate as a new soul sea clan.

The light is warm and divine, and the soul and life merge into a tidal wave, shining together with the stars in the sky, like a dazzling aurora soaring or falling into the sky, and finally merging into a purer light.

A large amount of magic and elements converged towards this place, and even the newly decayed earth was reborn green, and the demonic beasts and humans in the distance spontaneously bowed their heads to the glorious land and prayed, hoping that the peacemaker would offer blessings at this moment, reverence for the sanctity of life, and ask for the blessing of light.

Feel the fluctuations caused by the convergence of magic in the distance, and the space being touched by unfamiliar spiritual forces. Orn swings his staff to release the flaming bird in his hand, allowing the court mages guarding the shadows to raise a stronger barrier to protect the salvation of the soul from the evil necromancers, lichs, and dark mages.

The Pope, who had already grasped the body of the Blood Witch and returned to the Blood Castle, sensed the violent fluctuations of light, he stood in front of the magic mirror full of walls, and in the eyes of the Blood Witch who was bound and unable to speak and escape, the Blood Witch was frightened, surprised and angry, the Pope held the Codex in his left hand, and touched the magic mirror with the tips of his right fingers, so the mirror attached a layer of light, projecting the situation in the distance.

When he saw that the soul condensed into a tide, but was hindered by a layer of light for more peeping, he only saw the Pope of the Fallen Purified tilting his head slightly, looking at the Blood Witch with a cold and disguised divine gaze. The God of Lies and the Consciousness of Evil are guiding the Pope, recalling the fact that he is not trusted and blessed by the Light, and using words to warn the Pope and fear the divine light at this moment.

The Blood Witch could feel the doubt in the Pope's eyes, but she couldn't respond with a voice or action.

At this moment, the Pope's attitude was far more terrifying than before, and she wanted to make a voice to explain and question, but the Pope did not give her more time and opportunity.

The Pope's eyes, whose heart had been affected by evil, were indifferent, and he picked up the Codex in his left hand and gently turned the pages with his right hand. With the movement of the Pope's lips, a palm made of light condensed stretched out from the Codex, and in an instant, it grabbed the throat of the Blood Witch's body, mercilessly dragging her whole body into the Codex.

The Codex grinds the Blood Witch's body to shreds, which is not the Pope's usual habit, as he is now in a bit of a mood.

The Codex devours the Blood Witch, and the Pope easily gains access to all the memories of her physical experiences, including the Light Mage he met on the way out.

The Pope didn't recognize the Dream Fairy Eye, but he still sighed stupidly in his heart. Obviously a light completely different from herself, the Blood Witch was able to mistake the other party for herself, and even handed over control of all the Fallen.

The Pope not only lamented the stupidity of the Blood Witch, but also sighed at the generosity of the Light Mage in Lane's disguise, who had obviously captured the Blood Witch and really kept his promise after gaining control of the Sunken, not directly destroying the Blood Witch's body, so that he could still retain the opportunity to devour.

After gaining the memory of the Blood Witch, the fingertips of the Pope's right hand touched the mirror again, and the holy light enveloped the mirror...... This time, with the release of the Pope's magical power, his eyes hidden in the light finally broke through the power of the angel, and the magic mirror projected the situation near the Fire City more clearly, and then the sacredness of the light made the Pope's heart feel strange.

What made the Pope hesitate the most was the stone statue of the God of Light in the center of the Magic Mirror, which radiated light, holiness and purity.

"You're scared and rejoicing." The affirmative voice of the God of Lies said in the Pope's head: "As the most sacred Pope on the continent and the leader of the Temple of Light, it is really incredible that you should be afraid of the light at this moment. ”

The Pope did not respond, his eyes focused on the stone statue of the god of light, and finally his eyes fixed on the stone statue's face.

"I seem to hear you breathe a sigh of relief in your heart."

The God of Lies continued to chuckle in the Pope's mind, "You're glad that the stone statue wasn't carved out of its face and eyes, and you're glad they didn't get a response from the God of Light......"

The god of lies paused slightly, and his voice was suddenly evil, "The gods can't come to the mainland, even I have to abide by the agreement, not to mention that you and I are still allies, what are you worried about?" ”

"It's just a stone statue created by a believer in light, and it hasn't even been answered by the god of light, and the light is because of the angel you call yourself......"

The god of lies ends with a slight sarcasm, "Don't you think it's ironic to be scared by this?" The darkness that comes out of the light, the only thing you want in your heart is to extinguish the light and swallow everything, and only in this way can you not be destroyed by the gods......"

"Your body is almost out of place, don't you know? Even if you create multiple avatars, there is a limit to this approach. "God of Lies," when you reach a limit of power you gather, you will also be unable to withstand breaking through the limit...... When you don't devour enough power to become a god, the only fate that awaits you is endless torment. ”

"The gods don't make you die easily, and you don't want to think about self-destruction, the Lord God of Time can make you repeat the cycle of suffering, not to mention the existence above the gods. The Lord of Nothingness, although he is in the world of nothingness, you must know that he is always looking at the continent. ”

God of Lies, "The Lord of Nothingness is guarding the continent in place of another god, and when he awakens, you have not yet become the Lord of the Gods...... I don't want my chosen ally to be a stupid, cowardly piece of waste. ”

"I'm not afraid, don't take your fearful fantasies as my inner thoughts."

Because of the words of the god of lies, the pope kept his heart more and more calm, not allowing his heart to be guided by the words of the god of lies, and calmly retorted in his mind: "As a pope of light, I don't feel that my attitude at this time is wrong in the face of a god whose strength is far above me. ”

"The only thing that makes me wonder is......" the Pope made the voice in his head inaudible with curiosity, "who is the being you have been talking about?" ”

Pope: "The God of Creation is asleep, why don't you tell me in detail the original secrets of the gods?" Lord of Nothingness, who is he helping to defend the continent? ”

The god of lies chuckled lightly: "I'm just an ordinary median god, I only became a god a thousand years ago, how can I know the history of the ancient gods?" ”

"A new god can provoke a god war, and the relationship between the gods is really cold."

The Pope knew that the God of Lies would not give him an answer, so he looked away at Isidore and Andrea next to the stone statue, as well as Ryan and Andrew, who were disguised as Light Mages and Light Knights, and asked again in a low voice, "Who are the four of them?" The presiding ritual was able to summon the apparition of the cherub and complete such a divine gathering of light.

This power of light that I feel too hot, why I have never felt or known they exist before. ”

"If I had known......," the Pope clasped his hands shut, "that mage's coexisting power of light and darkness is the most suitable being to be my incarnation besides my most important incarnation." ”

If he had known about the existence of these four people, he would have recruited them all into the temple and used the Seed of Light to control and increase their strength. Whether it's making avatars or making them clergy, there are simply so many suitable options.

"You're questioning me, why didn't you tell you about the existence of these people earlier...... Or are you suspicious that they are my new allies of choice? ”

The God of Lies knows the Pope's mind, but he doesn't care.

The God of Lies borrowed the Pope's eyes to look at the situation in the magic mirror, and deliberately asked in a low voice: "If I told you that even I didn't know about the existence of several of them before this ceremony, would you believe me?" ”

The Pope sneered indifferently, "I don't believe it. ”

"But that's exactly what happened." God of Lies, "I really didn't know about the existence of several of them before this ritual began. ”

"The angelic vision called by the angel feather at this moment...... Their light is strange, and they may have the holy relics of the God of Light in their hands. Especially the mage who coexisted with light and darkness, and I couldn't even peek into more of his secrets. ”

God of Lies, "It's incredible that he can shield my perceptions, he definitely has a secret hidden in him, or the gift of the God of Light is in his hands." Since you can only see through the memories of the Blood Witch, maybe you can channel the light to detect more information about him at this moment, but you have more important things to do now. ”

"The purification ritual is too sacred, and the sunken ones I transformed can't go to the City of Fire." The Pope looked in the mirror, not prepared to follow the guidance of the God of Lies, "Rather than be tempted, I am ready to continue to complete the devouring." ”

The god of lies does not tempt too much, "Your body is up to you, and I don't care what you want to do, as long as it is not for your sudden stupidity that ruined our plans." ”

After the words fell, the God of Lies deliberately laughed, "He can gain control of the Sunken from the Blood Witch, you don't worry that he will come to the Blood Castle again and ...... what is hidden underground"

The Pope understood the hint of the god of lies, but did not respond, his eyes calmly flipped through the code in his hand, and the control elements condensed into a hand of light and reached into the magic mirror.

With the Pope's movements, darkness surged in the distance.

Although the Pope did not want to follow the instructions of the God of Lies, he could not ignore it either, and the Pope also felt that the light of Lane was mysterious.

Taking away control of the sunken so easily does not rule out the possibility of memory being erased...... The Pope vaguely regretted that he shouldn't have devoured the Blood Witch so quickly, and he was also vaguely worried in his heart that Ryan might be a believer in the gift of the God of Light.

The Spinner for sacrifice has been lost...... In this case, lest the underground be plundered again, the Pope, who suddenly felt a sense of urgency, decided to hurry up as well to avoid the existence of more people like this group of Light believers.

What a hassle......

The Pope's eyes were darkened, and he reached out from the mirror to remove the skull containing the Blood Witch's brain.

Devouring the Blood Witch first and then devouring the plague underground, the Pope, who was forced to make such a decision, was still a little irritable in his heart...... While he couldn't let the Spinner stop it, he wasn't prepared to let these light mages go too well.

If the gift of the God of Light is really in the hands of this group......

Even if he was not prepared to follow the guidance of the God of Lies, the Pope decided to test if he could get any useful information.

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The light of the sun and the moon shines on each other, shedding the light on all who have perished. The little angel of Light flew back to the statue of the god of light with the harp in his arms, plucking the strings with his fingertips to change the tune of the music, singing praises of peace and hope.

The incarnation of Adolel shuttles through the souls of the sunken, and there are not a few souls who are willing to reincarnate demons, and Mussel and Hazel have also gained a lot of souls. In addition, as was the case with Ryan and Orn's previous conversations, a large number of spirits have escaped from confinement, attracting necromancers and lichs to hide and snoop on.

With enough preparation in advance, the court mages were still relaxed in the face of a sneak attack. Once all the Spoilers are freed from their bondage, Padraic leads the Light Mages together to create more enchantments for the surrounding area.

The power of light is divine, and the attracted necromancers, lichs, and dark mages are greedy for souls, but because of the protection of the court mages, they cannot get close to it, and they are afraid of the divine power of light, as well as the fluctuations of holy light emitted by the illusion of the cherub and the stone statue of the god of light.

The court mages were mainly guards, and the war was not too intense, and the wounded were healed immediately, with enough mana potions to recover.

Even after the reunion, the soul is still incomplete, and the soul that gives up revenge is shattered and flies into the sky like a sky lantern, condensing into a bright heavenly river under the stars.

Ryan looked up at the soul that flew into the light and condensed into the sun, thinking that the purification ritual would end smoothly, but when the ritual was halfway through, the sky suddenly turned gray, as if there was a faint light stirring the starry sky.

Keen perception of Ryan, Andrew...... Arrolyn looked up at the sky one after another.

Isidore and Andrea are also aware of the odds, but they continue to guide the ritual, chanting to mobilize the magic and redeem more of the sunken with the illusion of the cherub.

"The sound of the wind has changed." Valolet stopped playing the harp, the magic of the wind condensed into an enchantment, and his cyan eyes stared at the stars in the sky as if they were covered in fog, "Hypocritical Pope, he still can't resist stopping this ceremony." ”

"The purification of so many of the Spoiled tonight is a sacrifice that the Pope had prepared for himself. He's a hypocrite at heart, and it's not surprising what he'll do. ”

Enchantments prevent sounds and actions from affecting the purification ritual. Arrolyn followed the trajectory of the constellation, thinking as she whispered, "The light is faintly tempting, I can feel something creeping closer. Hiding in the dark and covering himself with light, so cautious, the Pope may be jealous. ”

Arrolyn retracted her gaze and looked at Ryan, leaning slightly towards him, and asked with more and more respect, "Respect Lord Gray...... If I am not wrong in what I perceive, the Pope seems to be jealous of you? ”

"Shhhh

The light grew more and more illusory, and the Pegasus raised its wings, and the dark unicorn raised its head and let out a soft roar.

"I have never been on the mainland, and the Pope does not know that I exist."

Ryan looked sideways at the stone statue of the God of Light, using light magic to strengthen the wind barrier to prevent the peeping Pope from hearing their conversation, "If my guess is correct, the Pope may have devoured the Blood Witch by this time and knows how I gained control of the Sunken...... According to his habits and thoughts, he would surely suspect that I had altered the memory of the Blood Witch. ”

"Most likely," Ryan turned to look at the statue ......of the god of light, "the Pope appeared in darkness, fearing the divine light. ”