The holy light is like a tide, and the clouds are burning for ten miles.

In mid-air, the figurative flame and the power of light faced off fiercely, and the situation was in full swing, scorching to the extreme.

After handing over control of the Light Energy, Innedil had plenty of time to carefully analyze the flow of forces on both sides. He was surprised to find that his mentor, who rarely made a move, far surpassed him in the manipulation of energy. The disadvantage was quickly reversed, and it became back and forth, showing a kind of tug-of-war in the middle of the river valley.

The battlefield in the sky is temporarily deadlocked, but the battlefield on the ground has changed drastically.

The tide of holy light in mid-air, pieces of brilliance fell like raindrops. These points of light, the moment they touched the Holy See soldiers, distorted and changed into the blessings of holy light. I have to say that the "Stone Pope's" attainments in divine arts are simply superb, and the seemingly monotonous holy light has transformed into countless complex divine arts. or a shield that reduces damage, or a magic technique that strengthens the body, or even an instantaneous healing, which is easy to come by but is meticulous, which makes Innedir breathtaking. What's even more rare is that he still took time to release it in the gap between the confrontation with Herseus.

With the assistance of such an all-round divine technique, it is stronger than all the priests under his command combined, and the combat effectiveness of his subordinate soldiers has been qualitatively improved.

Dios, who was at the forefront of the killing, also felt the increasing pressure from the opposite side, and his violent slashing seemed to be stuck in a viscous current, and there was no longer that devastating power. Even he was like this, and you can imagine how the soldiers around him were negatively affected.

However, after all, they were below the tide of holy light, and they were not only disadvantaged.

In the light and rain, on one side is the blessing of divine grace, and on the other side is the power of divine punishment. When the points of light falling from the sky touched the mercenary warriors, they revealed their hideous faces. The fierce holy light, the power of judgment that burst out in an instant, although it was not fatal, made the soldiers scream again and again.

"Find a way to go back!" When Dios's heart was racing, Herseus's whispered urging suddenly sounded in his ears, and he no longer hesitated. Raise your arms and shout, "Retreat!"

But on the battlefield, if you want to move your whole body, how can you withdraw if you want to? When one side of the mercenary group loosened its position, the other side immediately pressed up, and the fierce offensive made them drop dozens of corpses for every step back.

The soldiers had no choice but to fight and retreat, and even wanted to turn back and continue the fight.

"Leave it alone, retreat! I'll break off!" saw the fighters trying to turn back. Dios shouted loudly and reflexively rushed into the enemy's ranks, attracting the attention of a large number of enemies.

Taking advantage of this moment, the warriors quickly retreated from the defensive line. As far as the eye could see, Dios turned into soldiers of the Holy See, and in just a few moments, countless wounds were added to his body. He roared angrily, and the flame patterns on his body were surprisingly fierce. Even the blood splatters burst into flames.

"Drink!"

With a loud bang, a dazzling burst of fire suddenly exploded on the city wall. The city walls within a radius of tens of meters then collapsed, the rubble scattered, and the offensive of the Holy See army was stunned.

"Deputy Commander!" the eyes of several mercenary soldiers in the back were hot, and they turned around and wanted to run back to support. After getting along for so long, they found that Dios was a little stricter. But it is sincere and frank. These orphans or refugee children of the war almost regarded him as a brother or even a father in their hearts. And in the battle, Dios rushed to the front line, majestic and heroic, like the figure of the god of war for them to lean on as a pillar.

"Deputy Commander!?" shouted. More of the young mercenaries turned back, their faces full of grief.

But not long after, in the billowing smoke, Dios's majestic figure staggered out, spewed out the dust in his mouth, and scolded angrily,

"What are you doing, not running?"

Several mercenaries stuck out their tongues, cheered, and hurriedly stepped forward to help him retreat deeper into the river valley.

The power of light and fire held each other in the middle of the river valley.

On the side of the valley, the holy light was like a tide, and a little light fell like raindrops. On this side of the magic tower, there are countless fiery red feathers fluttering one after another, like snowflakes flying in the cold winter.

The immortal Dios led the remaining warriors under his command and gradually retreated to the foot of the magic tower. The flames and feathers around him were swirling like falling maples.

The soldiers of the Holy See followed closely behind, trying to encircle and suppress the remnants of these hundreds of troops.

"Don't!" Innedir, who was watching the battle in the air, came to his senses and hurriedly stretched out his hand, wanting to give the order to stop the pursuit.

But the hundreds of fighters at the front couldn't react and rushed across that boundary and crashed into it!

The moment the Papal soldiers rushed into the feathers, the feathers that were burning with flames were awakened and gathered and attached to their bodies. Red flames suddenly erupted, and the holy white light shield melted instantly, and he fell to the ground screaming, and it didn't take long for him to turn into a charred corpse.

The mercenary warriors gasped and subconsciously dodged the flame feathers beside them. Only Dios stood there, looking thoughtful. Flakes of fire feathers fell on him like snowflakes, and the red light spread and penetrated into it, causing no damage.

All the fire magic in this area is under the control of Herseus, and good and evil are all in one thought, this should be the power of the realm, right?

However, Dios's brows gradually furrowed, how long could Master Herseus support such a burst of force?

On the other side, Inedir stared at the two energies intertwined in mid-air, and his heart was amazed.

That's what it is...... What is the force of the field?

No wonder the energy he controlled collapsed like snow under the scorching sun, and it turned out that the other party was manipulating the power of the flame realm.

This amount of power, which can only be comprehended by the legendary level, has a suppressive effect on all other ways of using energy. In the realm, weakening and enhancing work at the same time, the other party is simply an unrivaled existence.

But even with the power of the magic tower, only when the manipulator comprehends the mysteries of the realm can the true realm be released. Who is the figure on the tower?

If you think about it, it's definitely not Allegri, it's probably the information you get. That mysterious old mage who calls himself Teacher Allegri?

He shook his head in pain, hundreds of elite sword and shield heavy soldiers under his command broke into the opponent's territory and were slaughtered, which was also a big blow to him. But now, none of that matters, the sky is the battlefield that really determines the outcome of the battle.

Unlike the violent and chaotic energy flow on the other side, the light energy under the control of the mentor appeared more pure and subtle. Innedir quickly recovered from his wounds, as it seemed that the situation was still under his control. After all, it seems that the mentor has also reached the realm level in terms of the control of the power of the force, and the realm is even more superb.

Could it be that the Mentor was also a legendary powerhouse in the Church?

This mentor of his own has a mysterious origin, and he received his guidance when he first entered the "Holy White Tower" and was ostracized, and it has continued to this day. This deep-rooted affection made him trust his mentor to the extreme. After all. I was able to reach my current state, and I all depended on his cultivation, so how could I deceive myself now?

"Always on call!" he watched nervously at the duel in the air and waved his hand to order.

The duel in the sky determines the success or failure of the entire battlefield.

And he, for his mentor, is full of confidence.

During this period of time, the battle situation in the sky has also quietly changed.

The towering and slender Violet Tower. The magic patterns on the tower's body were like hot lava flowing, and it was clear that the entire magic tower was running at full capacity. Even above the spire. There are clusters of flames gushing out involuntarily, which is a conscription of excessive concentration of magical power.

Herseus, dressed in a robe of burning flames, stood straight on the terrace, his expression solemn and his brow furrowed.

The surging flame magic was still coming back, but he gradually felt powerless.

Even the spell that supported Dios consumed a lot of mana. He was also confident enough to withstand the suppression of the opponent's bright power.

After all, pure force had absolutely no chance of winning in front of his realm. Although, the realm that he released with the help of the magic tower is not complete.

But unexpectedly, after the initial touch, it collapsed. The other party actually quickly regrouped and counterattacked.

By now, the opponent has completely switched from defense to counterattack, and the attack is also the strength of the field. Moreover, it is skilled, mellow, and more powerful than himself.

This kind of power is definitely not something that Innedir can grasp. So, who is it?

Herseus thought about it secretly, and after careful analysis, he felt that the nature of the other party's energy and the manipulation method had a familiar feeling.

Originally...... Originally......

His body trembled slightly, and the dusty memories churned like fire feathers around him.

It turned out that it was him?

The light force was pushing forward steadily, and the boundary in mid-air gradually advanced towards the magic tower. This can be distinguished by the naked eye of the warriors below, and Dios's face can't help but become more and more solemn. Even if he didn't understand this kind of duel, he could see that Herseus was already at a disadvantage and was losing ground one by one.

Just as the light energy advanced to a position less than a hundred steps in front of the magic tower, the offensive of the two sides suddenly stopped.

It seemed that there was some hesitation, and at the mouth of the valley, a low "huh?" suddenly remembered a low "huh?" puzzle.

At the same time, the old voice of Herseus came from above the magic tower, but there was only a sentence without a beginning or an end,

"Is that you?"

Dios was feeling strange when another deep voice came from the other side.

"It's me, it's you?"

The conversation between the two sides is like a dumb riddle, and no one except the two of them will be able to understand the meaning of the word.

Could it be that the other party is actually an acquaintance or an old friend of the mentor?" Innedir frowned and guessed, and heard the voice in the direction of the magic tower sound again,

"After a thousand years, I didn't expect you to become what you are now. Dios was slightly stunned, the meaning contained in this sentence did not seem to be simple.

"It's probably me who is even more surprised, it's really rare that you can still hide until now," the voice from the mouth of the valley was slightly mocking, "But this time, what are your chances of winning?"

Silent.

After a long silence, Herseus let out a low sigh and said slowly.

"Indeed, I am no match for you. ”

"You're going to give in?" replied with a little confusion in his voice, and in his already vague memory, it was not in line with the character of the guy opposite. When he single-handedly entered Lancoln City, that momentum was unbridled to the extreme.

"Submit to softness?" Herseus snorted, "Is it soft, you will understand in a moment." ”

"What are you?" the power of light in mid-air paused slightly, making a posture of waiting. The power of the flames suddenly converged, and the red glow in the sky gathered in the direction of the magic tower.

"Open your eyes and see what it is," Herseus's voice rang out again, rising in height, and at last into a burst of unbridled laughter,

"Remember this, old thing!" (To be continued......)

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