On the stone platform, pure white flames burned, and holy flames rose to the sky.

Allegri stood stunned, the burst of fire almost devouring him, but he still calmly poked his left hand into it, like a stone statue.

At this time, he had fallen into an extremely strange state, his soul and body were separated from two dimensional spaces, and he only relied on his spiritual power to maintain a secret and mysterious relationship. Such a state is generally referred to as "soul body bipart".

But that doesn't mean that there is no interference between the two.

Just as Allegri fused the memory fragments in the space, the "Bright Flame" from the outside world was also instantly stimulated. Wisps of pure white flame spread up Allegri's arms, and the amount of holy light that gushed out worked according to the established program, and began to cleanse and transform the body of the blessed person in front of him.

This is a very important part of the "God's Grace" ceremony, and only the transformed body can be ready to receive the blessings of divine power.

However, what it never expected was that the transformation object next to it not only did not cooperate at all, but instead resisted fiercely.

The Flame of Light has no personality and cannot think, so it does not know the way, and in the thousands of years of church history, no mage has ever received the ritual of "God's Grace". What's more, this is still a great magician of the flame system, and the power of the "Bright Holy Flame" has just entered his body, and the stored flame magic power is suddenly stimulated, protecting Allegri's sea of souls from being invaded every inch.

But no matter how you say that, it still likes this temper.

Unwilling to let it, it insisted on the overlord's hard bow, and as if it was aroused, the pure white flames quickly advanced, in a vain attempt to occupy the entire territory of Allegri's body. Allegri's stored magic could not be stronger. It's barely enough to be a high-ranking magician. Even with the help of Amosic's brand, it is far from being the opponent of the "Bright Holy Flame". The giant magic that shrouded the city just now was released by the Holy Maiden of Gottian with it as the source of power, and the vastness of the power contained in the "Bright Holy Flame" can also be imagined.

But although it was at an absolute disadvantage in the comparison of strength, the purple-red flame stubbornly refused to give an inch. The strength of the two sides canceled each other out, and the magic power in Allegri's body was also violently consumed in the fierce confrontation between the two.

If you let Allegri, who is in a state of soul at this time, know the specific situation of the outside world. It's inevitable that you will be dumbfounded.

He would definitely want to jump out and persuade them so hard, they were all family, so why bother calling around like this.

Now, he was standing in the boundless darkness, holding a glimmer of light in his hand, illuminating a small space around him.

He had been waiting for a long time, and the tearing pain when he remembered it had become mild, and the after-effects of the "God-given grace" in the hallucinatory mouth should have passed.

He began to flip through the shards of his soul that had settled down. The majestic energy flow that had been flowing around gradually returned to the right track, flowing meekly in his body.

Well, it's time to leave, too.

Illo outside, I don't know what the road is in a hurry now.

He took a deep breath and mobilized information on how to get out of the shadows. After fusing these fragments of information, the "God-given grace" ritual was also half completed, and now as long as he shouted casually, there would be a powerful force of "coming as soon as he called" poured into his body.

And then. You can easily return to the original world.

He nodded calmly and looked up at the sky. Make a gesture of receiving the moisture of rain and dew, raise your voice, and shout,

"Where's the power?"

The amount of force is not there.

Because nothing happened.

The so-called "call-in" power did not react at all.

Allegri, of course, didn't know what to do. The power from the "Bright Flame" was blocked by the magic power in his body at this time, and there was no way to follow his summons.

"Force, come to Ben Shuai's account and listen to the order!" he glanced around and cleared his throat. Say hello again.

However, there was still no response.

Allegri couldn't help but be stunned, and said that what about the strength of a good man?

He gritted his teeth, raised his hands high, and shouted hysterically,

"Li, if I call your name, do you dare to agree!"

Sorry, the amount of force you are calling is not in the service area.

In the city of Ranken, it was dark, and the people hiding in their homes did not seem to even dare to light the lights, for fear of attracting the attention of those fierce enemies.

Only in the square of the Cathedral of Cotia was a bright fire rising into the sky.

In this fire of light, there is endless energy, and it is also the last bit of holy light in the entire city.

This is the only solace and hope, but those who can use this power have long been relegated to the ground.

The pure white robe was stained with blood, and the girl's eyelashes trembled, and she slowly opened her misty eyes.

"Godia, are you awake?" Innedil breathed a sigh of relief and stopped the transmission of divine power in his hand.

"Archbishop," the girl politely pushed Innedir's hand away, frowning, "how is Ranken's situation now?"

"Thankfully, you don't have to worry. Inedil seemed trying to squeeze a smile, but the faint bleakness could not be concealed. He subconsciously covered up the blood oozing from his waist and abdomen, and all the divine power he had recovered just now was transmitted to the girl's body, and he didn't even have time to deal with his own injuries. However, even the highest-ranking archbishop in the Holy See of Light was seriously injured, and now Ranken's situation could not be better.

The pale-faced girl sighed and sat up with her own support, looking around her.

At the southern end of the square, Silves and Speaker Bones were fighting, and the sound of killing was faintly heard in the city on all sides. Now it seems that the magic technique that he has released with all his energy is just a little insignificant delay.

Even if the thick clouds overhead are dispelled, even if the nightmare beasts that fill the city are eliminated, the disaster that should have befallen will still come without mercy.

"Let's ...... Withdraw to the White Tower, maybe it will last a little longer. Innedil turned to her and whispered advice.

"Archbishop, this is the Cathedral of Cotia, and the White Tower is not. The girl didn't even look at him, her voice soft and resolute. Her gaze slowly swept across the square.

But when she transferred to the stone platform, she couldn't help but suddenly widen her eyes, and her face was incredulous.

"What's the matter, Godia?" asked Innadir, who was beside him, wondering.

"Archbishop," the girl tilted her head slightly, and stretched out her hand to point, "do you know the two people on the stone platform?"

"That half-elf archer is called Illo, and I don't know the other one," Innedir sighed in a low voice, "Alas, the Flame of Light has been desecrated by them, but we don't have the power to punish the evil now." ”

"Blasphemy?" said softly, "If I'm not mistaken, those two should also be my lord's followers, right?"

"This ...... Can we?" Innedir couldn't help but be stunned and shook his head again and again, "That Illo is Allegri's subordinate, and there is a lot of hatred between him and the Holy See, the one next to him should be his accomplice, how can they be my lord's followers?"

"What?" the girl was stunned, her eyebrows furrowed, and she murmured, "But, how is this possible......

"Is there anything wrong?" Innedil looked at the innocent girl beside him with concern.

"I didn't ...... It's nothing ......" The girl shook her head slowly, still staring at the pure white flame with a thoughtful expression.

On the white stone platform, Illo also stared at the flames, in a worried mood.

Allegri groaned in pain for a while, then returned to a stunned state, seemingly showing no signs of waking up.

But the flame burned more and more fiercely, as if it had been stimulated or summoned by something, and it surged desperately towards Allegri's body.

In the palm of Allegri's hand, Amosic's imprint gradually faded under the wash of the light energy flow, and at the same time, the pure white flame also seemed to have a trace of black and red lines, but it was extremely subtle, and it was impossible to detect it if you didn't look carefully.

The purple-red flame was also suppressed in the center of the eyebrows, flickering like a candle in the wind, and it seemed that it would be completely extinguished at any moment.

The half-elf frowned, and subconsciously plucked the bowstring of the "Soul Hunter", eager to rush up to help him.

The twilight was getting darker and worse, and Allegri would not wake up again, but it would be a bit troublesome, and he could not carry two bodies on his back and move freely in and out of such a chaotic battlefield.

He looked up and saw that the tidal wave of necromantic legions had almost taken over half of the city, and some of the troops had even rushed to the foot of the Palatine Hills, climbing up the steps.

However, a battle of this level between Silves and the Speaker of the White Bones was not something they could interfere with. The surging energy and spells allowed them to avoid it from afar, but waves of necromantic creatures still surrounded the Cathedral of Cotia along the halfway slope of the hills.

At the same time, the Judgment Crusaders had formed in the eastern part of the city, and the swift vanguard had even become entangled with the Necronomins who had seized the territory, and the situation in the entire city of Rankine was in chaos.

There was a rustling sound behind him, and Archbishop Todd, who was hiding in the corner of the square, couldn't help but gasp the moment he looked back.

His brow furrowed, his gaze wandering between the central and southern parts of the square, looking for a suitable shelter.

Finally, he nodded, tore up his clean clerical robes, and crept in the direction of Innedil and the Guards.

But before he could take a few steps, a blazing white light suddenly flashed in the corner of his eye. (To be continued......)

PS: (One more, Spring Festival, just arrived home, continue to write in the early morning, make up for it and go to sleep)