Gothia Cathedral.

This is the eternal holy place in the hearts of tens of millions of Brightists on the mainland, and it is also the place where the Holy Grace of the Lord of Light descends.

Could it really be extinguished?

Inedil tilted his head slightly, looking at the clouds that were gradually overheading the sky, and his heart was just as heavy. For a period of time, he struggled to support under the joint attack of the three major legions, and his mental strength was exhausted to the extreme. The long white and blonde hair was soft and moist, but now it has become a little pale and withered, and even the handsome face is overflowing with a tired look.

"Archbishop, are you looking for me?" a soft inquiry came from beside him, and a girl in a pure white dress came.

Each generation of the Holy Maiden of Gottian is a pure maiden who has devoted her life to the Lord of Light, chosen from among the most sincere believers. From the moment they were chosen, they served in the cathedral and never left the cathedral. And they have also inherited a unique and powerful system of magic from generation to generation, allowing their young shoulders to carry the burden of guarding the Cathedral of Cotia.

"Your Excellency," said Innedir, standing with the Holy Maiden of Cotia, the same white robe and blonde hair, the same beauty, almost like a brother and sister, "I would like to ask how the body under the papal crown is repairing?"

The Holy Maiden of Gothia frowned slightly, and said sideways, "Last time, His Majesty the Pope was invited out of the church by the archbishop, and the loss on the battlefield was very great. After taking control of the 'Holy Eye' and the 'Holy White Tower', does the Archbishop still want to get his hands on the Pope's crown?"

"Now that the enemy is surrounded and the situation is in danger, we should work together, so why bother with these details," Innedil said, turning his head. His face was sincere, "What's more, although this time it was quite a loss, but it completely eliminated the evil mage Herseus, Your Excellency the Holy Maiden should also know the meaning of the Dao, right?"

"This ...... Of course I know," said the Holy Maiden Gotilla. It took a long time before he nodded, "However, His Majesty's mission is to defend the Cathedral of Cotia......"

"And what if the Holy City is all destroyed?" said Innedir, looking at her, in a deep voice, "At that time, will Her Excellency still want the Pope to remain in the cathedral, instead of joining forces with me?"

"What?" said the Holy Maiden of Godia, stunned, "does the archbishop mean that the Holy City will also be breached?"

glanced at the girl's pure and bewildered face. Innedir shook her head helplessly, the saint had lived in the church for a long time and did not care about the world, even though she had great strength, she did not know anything about scheming and strategy.

"The Judgment Crusaders, the Council of Bones, the Demon Legions, each side has the same strength as us, and now that the three are united?" Innedil explained softly. "The reason why we have been able to hold on to this is because we have the location of the White Tower and the Ranken. But now ......"

The handsome archbishop raised his finger and pointed to the gloomy sky, and continued, "But now, such a powerful evil art continues to oppress the White Tower, and if they attack again, it will be difficult for the White Tower to mobilize its strength to support Ranken's defense. ”

The Holy Maiden of Gothia nodded as if she didn't understand. He hesitated, "That'...... What does the archbishop need us to do?"

"Please fix His Majesty the Pope as soon as possible," Inedil said softly as he walked away, "I join forces with His Crown." And maybe the power of a war. ”

The Holy Maiden Gottian frowned, stared at his back as he slowly left, and then looked at the cloudy sky overhead, her clear eyes full of hesitation.

The historical origins of the "Council of Bones" are not inferior to those of the Church of Light.

Thousands of years ago, during the prosperous period when a hundred schools of magic were contending, all kinds of magic schools bloomed like a hundred flowers, and the human spell system reached a new peak. Eventually, a small number of mages turned to the human body and even the soul in pursuit of greater power, and a new faction of spells was developed.

At that time, necromancers were not associated with the word evil.

In order to conduct research, they would steal and dissect corpses, a filthy and filthy act that was very despised by orthodox mages. In addition, the study of souls will inevitably involve events such as mental manipulation, which makes them have to go underground and act in the dark. However, the atmosphere in the wizarding world at the time was tolerant and open, and most magicians did not regard them as enemies, although they did not want to be in their company.

In isolation, the necromancers came together and established the "Council of Bones" as a mechanism for communication and mutual support, but among the many schools of magic at the time, they could only be regarded as a weak force in the middle and lower ranks.

Who would have thought that thousands of years later, those once prominent genres would gradually decline, but the "Council of Bones" would still survive tenaciously?

With the rise of the Church of the Gods, the magician camp gradually declined, and the Violet War marked their complete withdrawal from the historical stage of the continent. Only the necromancers, who introduced negative energy into the spell system and developed more powerful and mysterious necromancy, even though they were driven back to the "Necro Wilderness" by the Church of Light, they still secretly developed their own power.

At this moment, the Necromantic Legion under the command of the "White Bone Council" has even slaughtered directly under Rankine City, and the evil aura that has accumulated for thousands of years has never been so comfortable.

West of Ranken, the Necrons' Legion Camp.

Perhaps no one could have imagined that in this huge army, there were only a few hundred real living people. Moreover, it is still a question whether these necromancers can be called alive.

Bands of skeleton warriors patrolled the camp, huge stitched corpses roamed around, and the warriors of the Necro Legion guarded one bone altar after another.

The gray-black mist was extracted and condensed, and it rushed into the sky, supplying the surging clouds in the sky.

"Once this dark cloud descends on the city, even the Holy Light of the White Tower will not be able to shine a hundred paces away," Speaker Bones chuckled, "This is the true power of the 'Cloak of Death', and it is also a generous gift from the Lord of the Revenant." ”

"Your Excellency," said another tall and thin necromancer on the altar, "the whereabouts of the 'Reaper's Cloak' have encountered great resistance lately, and it has been difficult to break through for a while. ”

"It's okay," Speaker Bones shook his head and commanded, "Wait until the coalition general attack is launched, and then urge the 'Cloak of Death', then it will definitely be able to be achieved overnight, and Rankine City will be completely reduced to the realm of the dead." ”

"They...... I don't know that, right?" the necromancer smirked and glanced in the other two directions, where the Demon Legion and the Judgment Crusader were.

"What does it matter if you know the Dao or not?" Speaker Bones smiled, a faint fluctuation of magic power surrounded him, blocking all prying eyes, "Do they have a way to suppress the White Tower?

"Once the Necromantic Realm is formed, the Demon Legion and Silves will have no choice but to hand over Ranken to us. The necromancer laughed.

"Otherwise?" Speaker Bones tilted his head slightly, took a deep breath of cold air, and his face was full of enjoyment, "The former holy city of Ranken, is about to be trampled under our feet, this feeling is really intoxicating......"

At the same time, the Demon Legion battalion.

"What a cunning fellow...... "Amosic snorted under his breath, as a two-headed dragon, he could talk to one head to the other when he was talking to himself, and he was really talented.

In front of him was a mid-level Eye Demon who was sent by him to spy on the Speaker of the White Bones, but he did not obtain any valuable information.

"Lord Amosic, are you really interested in knowing the plans of the White Bone Council?" In a low voice that suddenly sounded, Silves's figure gradually appeared and condensed in a faint haze.

Three hundred miles away, in the northwest plains of the Holy Duchy of Iain.

Fluttering snow fell, and Illo and Allegri trudged into it, foot by foot, toward the city of Ranken.

After experiencing the baptism of war, all you can see is the ruins of the wall. The fields were barren, and there were even corpses that were half-decomposed and then frozen in slush on the side of the road.

This is where the Necro Legion has swept through, and there is not one in ten people who can survive.

"This is war...... Allegri sighed, even in this weather, he could smell a faint smell of decay, and in the desolate village in the distance, he could hear the faint barking of dogs, but surprisingly there was no trace of the lights. He paused and asked, "It's getting late, why don't we go and rest in the village in front of us for the night?"

"This ...... I don't think we'd better go," Illo shook his head after a moment's debate, "such a deserted village, that kind of scene is definitely not what you want to see, let's just find a clean place to rest in the wilderness." ”

"Oh?" Allegri said as he discerned the meaning of Illo's words, and his face changed slightly, "but I heard the barking of the dog." ”

"That's the wild dogs that eat the carrion," Illo sighed with a wry smile, "see the birds on the branches of the big trees at the entrance of the village, they are all vultures......"

"Well, ......" Allegri was slightly stunned and nodded, "Okay, let's find out if there is a cave nearby that can shelter the wind and snow, otherwise it will be difficult if the snow is heavy." ”

"Don't worry, it's not snowing much," Illo said suspiciously, looking up to distinguish the clouds in the sky, "The clouds have converged over there for some reason. ”

The two men stood still in the light snow, turning their heads to look at the southeast sky.

There, the wind and clouds gathered, and the dark sky seemed to be about to fall.

There was only that candle of holy light, shallow and resolute. (To be continued......)

PS: (double change)