In the release of magic, chanting is only an aid, important but not necessary, and a supreme like August, who does not even need this kind of assistance, can guide spells below the higher level by relying on gestures alone.

However, in the system of light magic, the sound itself is the carrier of some magic techniques, and can even directly cause some special effects.

For example, the Sacred Word, the Holy Psalm, and even the Holy Song are all well-known and commonly used magical means.

According to the records of some classics, among the many legendary inheritances that have long been lost in the Holy See of Light, there is a series of legal professions called "Divine Arias", which can reach the supreme realm of speaking the Dharma by relying only on simple holy words.

However, the Holy Lady of Cotia was not a legendary professional. In terms of the purity and reserves of the power of the Holy Light in her body, she may be able to barely reach the standard of the upper rank, but when it comes to the manipulation of some divine arts, she is not even comparable to an experienced high-ranking priest.

However, as the guardians of the Cathedral of Cotia for generations, they naturally have a special power that others have never known.

And yes, very, very powerful force.

At the moment, she was singing a simple hymn to God, which many believers had heard from the choir, and some of them had even sung it themselves.

But when it comes out of the mouth of the saint, it is particularly light and graceful, and it is intoxicating.

But it was only light and graceful, and the feathers of the holy light in mid-air had indeed shocked the enemy's hearts, but before they fell, they had already dissipated in mid-air, and did not cause any damage.

It's like a joke.

Yes, after all, even the Holy White Tower has already consumed all its strength. And what about the rest, the warriors of the Holy See could only rely on the longing of their hearts to rely on the fortifications of the various cities. Struggling.

After the people took refuge in the building, the damage dealt by the Nightmare Behemoth had been greatly reduced. After all, they are just the embodiment of necromantic magic, and they are a bit helpless against solid walls. At the same time, the Judgment Crusaders also halted their advance, moving only near the walls and gates, consolidating their temporary positions.

However, the Necromancer Legion didn't seem to have the slightest scruples, and there were still about a hundred necromancers who were still capable of fighting at this time, which sounded a little insignificant. But each of them was an army, capable of controlling thousands of necromantic creatures, and thus poured into Ranken from the west of the city. Along the main road towards the districts.

The singing suddenly turned excited, and the White Bone Speaker raised his head slightly, and stopped with some hesitation.

The Necromantic Legion under his control is still advancing gradually, but the speed has slowed down a lot. Necro creatures change their behavior patterns depending on the mood of the controller, and the stout behemoth makes a cautious gesture, which is a bit of a laugh.

But in the heart of the White Bone Speaker, he gradually became solemn.

"Speaker, what's wrong?" another necromancer drove his subordinates to catch up. Seeing this, I couldn't help but be stunned.

"It's nothing," Speaker Bones took a deep breath and ordered, "Keep pushing!"

His words did not fall. I felt a warmth on my body, and a warm holy light fell like a feather.

Body?

Wouldn't they dissipate in mid-air?" Speaker Bone subconsciously raised his head and released a magic shield with a snap of his fingers.

A ray of light landed right on the shield. A faint white light escaped, and he could clearly feel that his shield had become a little weaker.

It was a faint feeling. The loss of that piece of light feather to the magic shield was also extremely slight, but the face of the White Bone Speaker couldn't help but change slightly.

Because it's above his head. Pieces of holy light are falling one after another, and the number is simply trillions of dollars.

On the coldest winter day of the year after the revival, it rained and then snowed in Ranken.

The raindrops were pure black, gloomy enough to quench any hope.

The snow was pure white, but warm and warm.

"Huh, what's snowing?" Allegri looked up a little inexplicably, the slanting warm winter sun still hanging high in the air.

Ever since the "Cloak of Death" fell to the ground, there had not been a single cloud in the sky, but at this moment, flakes of snow were created out of thin air, and then fell one after another.

"It's not snow, but it's supposed to be a means of the Church, Todd, do you know what?" Illo discerned, reaching for the next one, but the snowflake mischievously flipped and flew away.

"I don't know what to say," Todd shook his head, with a look of confusion on his face, "but...... But I ......"

"What's wrong?" Allegri asked, turning his face to him.

Pieces of snowflakes fell on Todd, as if they were melting, and Archbishop Todd showed an expression of enjoyment, and explained with some confusion, "When these snowflakes fell on me, my divine power was actually recovering, although the speed was very slow, but there was no doubt that it was the effect of these snowflakes. ”

"Why don't I feel anything?" Illo scratched his head, and when the occasional snowflake or two fell on him, it was only slightly warm, and it didn't affect him in any other way, "What about you, Allegri?"

"Me didn't either," Allegri closed his eyes and smiled when he saw Illo looking at him inquiringly, "but I always feel like I'm in a much better mood." ”

"This shouldn't be the White Tower's means, right?" Illo turned his head to look at the Holy White Tower in the distance, it had almost exhausted all of its strength, and it was dim.

"Probably not," Todd speculated, "this snowflake...... and this singing...... I think it might have been done by the Cathedral of Cotia. ”

The three of them looked at each other, and Allegri hurriedly urged, "Then let's hurry over." ”

It is also impossible for him not to urge, if all the clergy in the city have recovered all their divine power in this snowflake, not only will their plan be completely lost, but he, the evil mage, will inevitably be shouted and beaten by everyone, and it will be difficult to move an inch.

Todd nodded, naturally he didn't know what Allegri was thinking, but even if he did, I'm afraid he wouldn't have any guilt in his heart.

The three of them hurried forward, turning a street corner again, and Todd suddenly stopped and pointed into the distance.

A screaming nightmare beast was struggling and rolling, and when seemingly harmless snowflakes fell on it, it seemed to turn into a sharp throwing knife and cut down. Right under their noses, it didn't take long for the giant beast to be completely wiped out.

And the snowflakes that fell on them still didn't cause any damage.

"It's ...... The purest form of holy light......" Todd muttered, his divine power reserves were already small, and he had already recovered about half of this time.

Punishing evil and promoting good, in a single thought, this is exactly what he learned when he was a child studying divine arts, the true meaning of the Holy Light.

This is exactly what these holy light feathers are doing now.

"Retreat! Retreat!"

Silves commanded loudly, and feathers fell on him, stirring up a counterattack of shadow power.

The crusaders beside him looked pained, apparently also injured by the power of the Holy Light, and although it was not fatal, it was not pleasant.

Luckily, they were located near the city walls, and the snowflakes only fell within Lancoln. They withdrew from the city that they had worked so hard to conquer at a faster pace than they had attacked.

"Lovito, you let the warriors rest and recuperate, and wait for my orders. Silves stood at the gates, and did not withdraw from Ranken, but turned his head and whispered a command.

"That'...... What about you, my lord?" Lovito glanced at his back with concern.

"With this level of strength, I can't do any harm, at most I can't hide my tracks," Silves never hid from this loyal subordinate, "This snow is certainly not a means of Inedil, the singing seems to come from the cathedral, I'll go and take a look." ”

There was a trance in front of Lovitto's eyes, and Silves had already dodged towards the city.

He could tell that it was the purest light, but it was too scattered to have much effect on him.

Even though some of the shadows' power can't be called, his own martial arts are also quite high.

At this time, it was the Necromantic Legion in the west of the city that suffered even more.

"Concentrate! Concentrate!" said the Speaker of the White Bones as he unfurled a pale green shield and shouted to his comrades.

During this time, endless snowflakes continued to fall, and the roars of giant beasts that could be heard everywhere in the city had largely disappeared, and only one or two dying screams could be heard occasionally. Obviously, although the Nightmare Behemoths have caused a large number of civilian casualties, they can only be purified before such pure light.

In the snow where the holy light fell, the junior skeleton warriors could not support it at first, and scattered into countless bones in the shaking, and were even cut into fine bone slag. Although other mid-level and above-level necromantic creatures such as giant beasts, stitched corpses, and rotten poison beetles could barely support themselves, wisps of dark green mist were emitted from their bodies in attacks of this density, which was their source power, and once they were exhausted, they would not be far from death.

However, the Speaker of the White Bone was no longer able to take care of them, and he released a fixed magic shield, which did not have a large defensive range, but was extremely tough, and should last a long time. Dozens of necromancers are hurrying towards him, and as for those who are farther away, they can only ask for more blessings.

Unlike the Judgment Crusaders, the Necrons did not restrain their advances, and instead came from behind and advanced into the city of Ranken. But this kind of lead has put them in a quagmire at this time, and it is not easy to retreat at this time.

Moreover, until now, the Speaker of the White Bones still thought that this falling snow was just a magic technique against the necromantic creatures, and he didn't know that the Crusaders of the Judgment had also evacuated Ranken. Therefore, at this time, they retreated, which is equivalent to handing over the results of the battle to others, which is absolutely impossible.

The first-level skeleton warriors will die if they die, and the high-level necromantic creatures should be able to hold on for a while, and the necromancers who have gathered over are safe and secure under his shield, so they can consume it with each other.

After all, with such a vast and pure power of Holy Light, how long can that spellcaster last?(To be continued......)

PS: (double change)