Spring morning.

The first rays of light blew the horn of the counterattack, and the goddess of dawn rode across the canopy of heaven in a chariot drawn by pure white Pegasus. She hurled the spear of light from the basket of flowers into the earth, driving away the remnants of darkness that could not be found.

In the valley of the Herseus, in a small courtyard in the deepest part, Allegri slowly opened his eyes.

wiped it, and I woke up involuntarily again.

Allegri sighed helplessly before struggling to sit up.

The exhaustion of the long journey, coupled with the injuries lurking in his body, made his whole body ache to the extreme. What's more, they tossed and turned until late at night last night, and he didn't have time to go back to his room to rest, so now he doesn't want to wake up at all.

However, the surging holy light energy in his body was still constantly responding to the call of dawn, and all his remaining sleepiness had long been completely crushed and dispelled.

Ever since he was in Ranken, he had been forced to get into the habit of waking up early. Every time black and white alternate and the sun rises, the holy energy hidden in his body will rise on time like a tide, and he will not rest until he gets up to accept the light of the morning sun. It was precisely because of this that the magic power in Allegri's body had not shown the slightest sign of recovery, but the holy light energy from the "Bright Holy Flame" had become more and more powerful.

Of course, Allegri was not willing to let them do anything, but even if he was still lying on the bed, the faint light energy from the outside world would quietly gather in his body. This uncomfortable process will be much longer than going out into the sun on your own, and it will not stop until you reach the same level. Since the results were all the same, Allegri had no choice but to choose the lesser of two evils and follow this way of suffering a little less.

He put on a clean magic robe and reluctantly left the warm bed. Pushed open the wooden door.

Forget it, let's think I've developed a good habit of getting up early for a walk, Allegri comforted himself.

In such an early morning, no one should have gotten up yet, and there was silence between the sparse forest courtyards. He stomped his feet a few times amid the gentle birdsong and the thinning morning mist. I walked slowly towards the grassy slope to the northeast of the courtyard.

The grass slope was very well lit, and Allegri, pacing back and forth, moved his joints, bathed in the clear sunlight, and felt that his whole body was gradually becoming warmer.

Unlike the reserves of mana, streams of lively holy light energy were circulating in all parts of his body. If the same is true of the priests or priests, it doesn't seem appropriate to relegate divine power to the realm of Dharma energy. Allegri thought as he walked, after all, the amount of power that the magicians invoked was stored in the sea of souls. It belongs to the category of pure spiritual power that is completely detached from the body. And the flow of holy light energy active in his body seems to have an impact on his body, and it feels a bit like the strength of the martial artists.

However, now, he is not willing to think too much about what the Holy Energy is, and how to drive them out of the Gang is the real most important thing.

After all, it was more in line with his heart's intention to be a magician than to become a magic stick.

At this time. Allegri suddenly looked up. In the woods not far away, there seemed to be a crisp sound of metal and stones colliding.

Who is it that got up earlier than himself?

This is a forbidden area that Allegri has demarcated, and no one except a few core members can enter it casually, not even Andrey, the consul of the entire river valley. Nor has he been able to own a home in this area.

With a little interest in his heart, he turned around and walked in the direction from which the voice came.

This is already the northeastern corner of the river valley, and the slope is steeper than where they live.

Older trees stretch their knotted roots and crowns. Growing unbridled among the exposed rocks and weeds takes up almost the entire space.

Due to the presence of the ban, and the rugged terrain, this mountainous woodland is rarely inhabited, quiet and barren.

Allegri trudged through the woods, gradually getting closer to the place where the sound sounded, and he could only see a vague figure due to the dense trees.

"Who?" But the other party was obviously very alert, and the moment he stepped on a pumice stone, a low cheer also sounded.

"Dios?" instantly discerned the familiar voice, and Allegri breathed a sigh of relief, and raised his voice in response.

"It's you......" Dios recognized his voice, and the wariness in his tone also dissipated.

"What are you doing here so early?" asked Allegri casually, brushing aside the branches hanging overhead, and walking a few steps to his companion's side.

Dios stretched out his finger and pointed in front of him, but did not speak.

Allegri looked away from his gloomy face and surveyed his surroundings.

It is a relatively flat terrace in the middle of the forest, and the surrounding trees appear straight and not cluttered. Not far in front of the two of them, there was a steep rocky slope, and with the shelter of trees on both sides, it would have been really difficult to spot if Allegri hadn't heard the sound.

In front of them, Dios had already dug a large pit close to two meters deep, and was already able to see even the hard rock bottom. Stones and dirt were piled up on the side, and some of the loose stones still had neat cuts left on them, and it was clear that Dios had used great strength to excavate them.

Under a large tree on the other side of Dios, a heavy flannel cloth wrapped in a body that Allegri was very familiar with, the same one he and Illo had brought back from Ranken.

"You...... Do you want to?" Allegri asked softly after a moment's pause.

"It's rare," Dios sighed with a reluctant smile on his face, bowing his head, "I guess people like me who can attend my funeral are a minority in the whole of history." ”

"There's no way yet," Allegri suggested in a low voice, after a moment's hesitation, "if I look through the information about necromancy left by my teacher, I might be able to find a suitable solution......

"The right way?" Dios muttered, then shook his head firmly, "What if I find the right way? Am I going to go back into this body and become the Ellen Elendil I used to be?"

"But......" Allegri's voice was a little sluggish, and he didn't know how to persuade him.

"Since even the city of Elendil has become a 'fortress of sorrow' where the spirits are entrenched, what makes sense for me to restore my former identity?" Dios's inexplicable voice continued, "What's more, I'm also very satisfied with this body now......

"But, Dios," Allegri explained aloud as he knew what he was thinking, "I already thought about it when I dragged Illo to Rankine City, and even if you were to regain Ellen Elendil now, there would be nothing the Holy See of Light could do with us with the strength in our hands. So, save the body first, and then make a decision. ”

"Speaking of which, I also want to thank you two," a person was alone in the forest dealing with his "corpse", inevitably feeling depressed, now that Allegri was by his side, Dios's mood gradually calmed down, he smiled, turned his head and patted Allegri on the shoulder, "When Illo led me into the carriage, I was shocked to the extreme, even I didn't think about it, but you retrieved this body for me." ”

"I also heard Illo say that the three legions were under the city of Lancoln, and the destruction of Lancoln City was almost a sure thing, so I suddenly remembered," Allegri also laughed, "I thought at the time, this body of yours is still hanging in front of the Cathedral of Gotia, no matter which evil legion finally occupies the city, I am afraid it will be difficult to preserve." ”

"Yes...... Dios sighed and glanced at his body, "if it weren't for your hard work to get to Ranken, even if you weren't incinerated by demons, I'm afraid you would have been desecrated by those disgusting necromancers." ”

"So, I don't think you really need to bury it in a hurry," Allegri said, taking advantage of the situation, "With the blessing of divine magic, this body will be difficult to damage in a short period of time, and when you want to regain your identity, you can use it." ”

"I'm afraid there won't be that day," Dios shook his head again and put the shovel in his hand aside, "Even if I want to take revenge on the Holy See of Light after we become strong in the future, I will use the identity of Dios......"

He bent down, picked up the body, and gently placed it in the dirt pit, taking a second look.

"Actually, I used to be quite handsome. Dios smiled at Allegri, seemingly worrying about everything.

Allegri nodded, inexplicably feeling a sourness welling up in the corners of his eyes.

"Man, thank you for attending my funeral. Dios filled the pit with earth and rock, and Allegri hurriedly crouched down, carefully assisting him with his hands and feet.

"The city of Elendil has become a fortress of the wraith, and the Thunder King and Samuel, who were once my enemies, are now gone with the wind," Dios said softly, "This body is buried in the ground, and the name of Eren Elendil should rarely be mentioned again." ”

The two of them filled in the mound and made a small mound.

Dios drew the long sword at his waist and made deep and deep strokes on the stone wall behind the mound, his handwriting was striking.

"The place where Ellen Elendil is buried. ”

The Church of Light has a custom of setting up tombstones to engrave his life, and only blasphemous beings will be hastily buried.

The body of a former knight of grace is buried, but the mark left behind is where the bones are buried.

Like the dragon's graveyard thousands of miles away. (To be continued......)

PS: (Double update, 3000 words, don't be in a hurry to read it first, I'll revise it, and I'll look at it tomorrow)