What was once a blue sky is now dark and gloomy.

It seems that in the dark, someone has pressed a hidden switch, and the whole space is gradually becoming darker.

There was once a thousand holy rays of light here, and even the clouds fluttering in the air were blazing pure white flames, shining the earth and the sky with brilliant brilliance.

But now, darkness spreads everywhere, and the endless night slowly falls.

It seems that the flames burn out, and eternal night falls.

On the stone slab, which was gradually turning cold, Allegri was slumped in a "big" shape. He was so limp that he didn't even have the strength to sit up, and with that blank look and misty eyes, it was as if he had just been ravaged by a female dragon.

In fact, he was really ravaged.

But not by the dragon, but by a massive amount of information fragments.

The majestic streams of light washed over his entire memory, and Allegri even believed that they would erase his memory entirely, if it could. If it weren't for the warm support of his strength, coupled with the fact that his soul itself is a durable physique, he would most likely have become an idiot by now, only giggling and giggling.

Thinking of this, his gaze couldn't help but condense slightly, and he reluctantly raised his head.

The illusion on the other side still stood there quietly. The pure white flame he was holding in his hand was the only source of light in this space now.

Of course, the illusion itself is also faintly glowing.

But this light is very faint, as if it consumes too much force. Now he is like a lifelike pencil drawing that has been washed with water, leaving only a faint phantom.

The flame in his hand at this time illuminated a soft space in the boundless darkness, which made people's hearts warm and stable.

At this moment, the illusion seemed to notice his movement as well. Squatting down slightly, he smiled warmly,

"You, awake?"

The illusion was more like an illusion than usual, but Allegri couldn't help but be stunned, the other party's every move was very natural and smooth. It's very different from the stiffness of the past. Moreover, it seems that he no longer needs his own specific dialogue or action to provoke the next reaction.

"You...... Not an illusion?" Allegri asked softly.

"I am," the illusion smiled, tilted his head, held the flame, and took two steps forward, in confirmation, "Of course I'm an illusion." ”

"But you're not the same as you were just now," Allegri said, moving his arms. A wave of soreness hit, but he still persevered, using this as a support to sit up reluctantly, puzzled, "You forgot, you only said those fixed words just now." ”

"Oh?" the illusion shrugged, flames tossed between his hands, "probably because." I just happened to have something in mind, no—I should say. It's my maker that reminds me. ”

"Can you tell me, then, how do I get out?" Allegri looked at him, asking his most concern.

"Well, you know," the illusion chuckled, pointing to his eyebrows. "All you need is to explore your memories. Maybe you also feel that you have learned a lot of new knowledge, which are hidden in the depths of your memory, just look for them. will appear. ”

Allegri closed his eyes and searched for memories as he said, but he didn't expect a familiar headache to suddenly strike, he hurriedly shook his head and stopped this behavior, glared at him, and complained dissatisfiedly, "What you said is useless, I have a headache as long as I think about it." ”

"Don't worry, the after-effects of God's grace are still there, you wait a while, and you'll be fine slowly. The illusion smiled and explained softly.

"What do you say, God's grace?" Allegri wondered.

"Explore your memories, and when you can get out of the way, you'll know the way. The illusion smiled and touched Allegri's head, and a warm touch came from there. He seems to stick to a certain rule and never answers Allegri's questions head-on.

Allegri scratched his head in confusion, and saw him slowly retreat, his figure becoming lighter and lighter, and then he said, "I'm leaving." ”

"What? where are you going?" Allegri asked anxiously, standing up, he had a good impression of this guy, and he always felt that he had manipulated the warm protective power just now. And in this kind of ghost place, it's also very good to have someone to talk to, even if the illusion is always a little secretive, there is no malice.

"Above the sky. The illusion hesitated, sighed, smiled wistfully, and then pointed to the sky.

"No," Allegri said, holding out his hand, "for a little longer, it's not too late for you to wait for me to recover." ”

"There's no time," the illusion suddenly stopped, thought sideways for a moment, and casually threw the flame in his hand over, comforting, "Oh, don't be afraid, I'll give you a small gift." ”

Allegri reached out to take the pure white flame, and the tone of the other man's tone seemed to coax him like a child, but he didn't mind in the slightest. Moreover, he always felt that the other party was not an illusion, he didn't believe that any illusion could be so humane, and he would think for himself.

"So, I'm leaving," the illusion smiled as he slowly walked into the darkness, his voice coming from afar, "Remember, it's above the sky." ”

His figure slowly disappeared, as if he had been overwhelmed by the boundless darkness, and as if he had finally exhausted his strength, and completely dissipated in an instant.

Allegri looked in that direction a little dumbfounded, until the remaining light and shadow in his sight were completely gone, and then he sighed in a low voice, this rather long experience was really like an ethereal dream, which made people a little unbelievable.

He sat quietly, waiting for the after-effects of the vision to disappear. The boundless space was sparse and vast, and he curled up, looking a little lonely.

The fragments of memories that fluttered in his mind gradually settled, and Allegri couldn't help but gasp as he scanned the information inside.

He subconsciously tugged at his clothes, and the darkness and coldness seemed to be slowly eroding his soul.

Only the pure white flame in his hand emitted a faint light.

Illo scratched his head, boredly counting the feathered arrows in his quiver.

Placing the arrows in the most suitable place is the habit of every good archer in his spare time, because at any moment, an enemy or prey will surprise him.

But now, it seems that no one really pays attention to him.

Innedir's guards were badly damaged, and he himself was secretly shot by himself, and now he can only sit next to the saint and use his slightly recovered divine power to heal him. With the strength of their remnants of defeated soldiers now, they can only die in vain if they want to deal with themselves.

But what is even more striking in the square now is indeed another battle.

A spectacular battle between a necromantic archmage and a legendary warrior.

Maybe their battles are not equal, after all, Silves has been fighting fiercely for a long time, affected by all kinds of negative curses, and the power of the shadow is still not fully mobilized so far, but he is a legendary professional after all, and he is a super master who can be ranked in the top three in the entire continent at present.

However, Illo really didn't expect that this necromancer with a sassy face who didn't know where the road came from would really suppress Silves.

The dark chain sword slashed through a strange arc and attacked sideways, and the two-handed heavy sword of another corpse warrior was already wrapped in a fierce wind and slashed head-on, and when Silves just wanted to dodge, the white bone speaker finished chanting, and with a finger of the staff, a yellow-green "corrosive cyclone" quietly condensed, blocking the gap.

These two corpse warriors were well-known warriors in the mainland during their lifetimes, and they still maintained strong combat effectiveness after being transformed into corpse spirits, coupled with the fact that the White Bone Speaker had carefully cultivated them for decades, the cooperation in the battle was very tacit, and the amount of power they could exert was even more amazing. A great mage and two high-ranking warriors can already create a certain threat to the legendary professional, not to mention that the mage in this group comes from the weird and mysterious necromantic system, and the two warriors are not afraid of non-structural destructive wounds.

Silves bred together and fought the enemy with all his might. The twilight is getting thicker, and the power of the shadows is already coming out, although he is still on the defensive, he is not without a chance to turn the tide of the battle. However, the weapons of these two corpse warriors gave him a familiar feeling, as if they had been the standard of the Holy See decades last year.

"These two are both famous knights in your Holy See in the past, will Your Excellency the Grand Inquisitor feel very kind?" said the White Bone Speaker with a chuckle in between casting spells, "Oh, I forgot, Lord Silves has already betrayed the Church. ”

"Shut up. Silves snorted angrily, and the sword light skyrocketed to three feet long, instantly breaking through the blockade of the two long swords, and slicing into the armor of a corpse warrior, but leaving only a white mark.

"Your Excellency, Chief Judge, why should you be so anxious? Speaker Bai Gu continued, with a calm and breezy expression, but his heart was secretly anxious.

If he waited until the night completely fell and the power of the shadows returned to Silves's body, even if he fully cooperated with the two corpse warriors, he would have to flee in the wilderness. When he arrived at the Cathedral of Cotia, he was ready to delay Silves. If he can go one step further and kill the other party, then the entire southern part of the continent will be reduced to the hunting ground of the Bone Council, and the glory of the past will inevitably return to the world, even if he takes two corpse warriors.

But now...... Silves seems to have gradually turned the tide, and he feels more and more powerless.

Perhaps, it's time to pull out and withdraw. After all, in this time, the Necro Legion should have occupied most of Lancan's key areas.

Just when he was secretly retreating in his heart, on the stone platform, a change quietly occurred.

Illo's ears suddenly pricked up, and he turned his head away in surprise.

Allegri's soft moans were coming slowly. (To be continued......)

PS: (Double watch, approaching the end of the year, there are many things, and the state is very bad...... Now look at the first few chapters, how do you feel like you have a fetish)