Time passes inadvertently, and in the blink of an eye, it is already the end of the year. People on the street also congratulate each other on the New Year as they pass by.

This year's festival day was exceptionally cold, with a bitter cold wind mixed with large snowflakes whistling and blowing. Most of the people hide in their homes, light the fireplace, and enjoy the warmth of winter.

Occasionally, people who go out on the street also wrap themselves tightly and impermeable, but even so, the cold is still invading their bodies. It makes them tremble.

In the southern part of the Xiusi Empire, the originally verdant and turquoise mountains were now wrapped in a layer of silver. The heavens and the earth are all white, and they look beautiful.

When I looked closer, I realized that it was a golden shroud, and the shroud of light shrouded a mountain peak, making it impossible for the cold wind to invade. The trees on that peak are still green, and on top of the peak, there is a snow-white, magnificent building, which is Faun, the center of the national faith of the two countries, and the headquarters of the Holy See of Light.

Behind the majestic building is a huge square, in the center of the square stands a stone pillar more than ten meters high, three people hugging each other, the column is carved with exquisite cloud patterns, as well as the pattern of angels and gods, and a pair of shackles hang from the top of the column.

The square is surrounded by high walls, and there are several doorways in the walls, and in the middle of the doors are corridors that connect to the outside world.

Early in the morning, the square began to be busy, and the Crusaders moved the rosewood into the square and placed it under the stone pillars in the center of the square. More Crusader soldiers stood guard on the square.

At the same time a team of bishops, priests. Priests and priests streamed in from the corridors, led by nine cardinal archbishops. They lined up in neat lines. The holy psalms of praise to the Lord God are sung. The pure light magic of the Dao Dao flooded from their bodies, and everyone was shrouded in a milky white halo. Rays of light floated into the air. The air began to fluctuate strangely as it was infused with the magic of light.

The singing lasted from early morning to noon, and as the magic of light continued to be infused, the strange fluctuations in the air became stronger and stronger, gradually turning into the solemn and vast sound of the chant.

At this moment, a large crowd of people, including several cardinal archbishops, entered the square surrounded by an old man wearing a high crown, whose hair was gray, and his old face was wrinkled but ruddy. Behind the old man, Grecia respectfully followed. Someone who could make the Crusader leaders treat them with such respect. Only the Pope!

Grecia had her arm destroyed in the battle with Dick, but now she had both hands in it, apparently having been treated by the Great Healing Technique, the forbidden spell of light. Only this forbidden spell can bring severed limbs back to life.

The Pope ascended to the high platform at the northern end of the square and sat down on his throne, with Grecia standing respectfully behind him to the left.

It was nearly noon, and there was another commotion in the square, and a group of crusaders led Dimihra into the square, and walked up to a high platform made of rosewood, and shackled her to a stone pillar.

Dimichra's long black hair was slightly disheveled. His cheeks were thin, his black wings hung down softly, and his bare feet were on a high platform made of rosewood.

The psalms-chanting clergy raised their voices, and the milky magic of light leaped across their bodies like a true flame. The magic that entered the air was even greater, and the chant became louder. It seems that there is only this one voice left in heaven and earth. Even the void shone with golden light, and in the light there were faint petals falling. Angels fly.

The rosewood beneath Dimihera began to emit wisps of green smoke under the holy power, and thin flames burned between the smoke.

"Stop!" snapped. In the midst of the hymns in the sky, the piercing sound.

Beyond a corridor to the south, a figure appeared! Although the steaming green smoke blurred her vision, she still recognized it at a glance!

It's him!

A smile tugged at the corners of Dimihera's mouth, not because of the hope of survival. And just because, he's coming!

Far away, thousands of mountains and rivers, countless masters gathered, but he still came!

"Dimihera!" he shouted, sword in hand, and rushed toward the square, where the Crusader soldiers who were guarding finally reacted, and they screamed and shouted angrily and threw themselves into the corridor. Swords, guns, swords, and halberds all attacked him.

Dick raised his head to the sky and roared, holding the Nether Demon Sword wide open and close, and the crescent-shaped black sword light shone with brilliant black light erupted from the sword's body, breaking through the armor in the surging crusader array, and coming out through the bones!

Step by step, he marched forward firmly, and with each step, a dozen Crusader soldiers fell in a pool of blood!

The flames had already licked her bare feet, but Dimichra smiled, smiled and looked back, and the country was overwhelmed. She sang softly, in a voice that only she could hear:

"Thy white garments flutter, covering the sorrows of the world.

Your shoulders are broad, and you stand out from difficulties and dangers.

Your sword is three feet long, and it cuts the way forward.

Your back is broad, and you will never be lonely by it.

Oh, the hero who has returned from a hundred battles, do you have a home?

Oh, my beloved, have you ever looked back?

Oh, O me in hell, silently bless you!

Oh......"

Dick finally stepped out of the corridor and entered the square! His white clothes fluttered and dyed blood-red, and his sword was three feet long, cutting the way forward! The hero who had returned from a hundred battles was rushing to his destination! The person she loved had already looked back for her!

"Dimihera!" he called out. At the same time, his left hand threw out a "dimensional storm", turning countless crusader soldiers into stump flesh.

"Bixia, please wait for me for a moment. Grescia said to the Pope, as her snow-white wings stretched out and her body lifted off the ground and flew towards Dick.

However, at this moment, several violent and ferocious roars sounded outside the square, and at the same time, ten figures of different sizes flew into the square like lightning.

Abyss Demon King!

The Ten Abyss Demon Kings immediately entangled Grecia, and Dick floated up and flew towards the stake in the center of the square.

"Pathetic man, God has given you glory, and you have paid it to the devil. On the high platform, the Pope seemed to mumble in pity, but his voice reached the ears of everyone present very clearly! And the sound of one word was louder than the other, and when it came to Zuihou overshadowed the shouting of killing, the roar of rage, and the sound of hymns, as if there was only a magnificent sound left in the whole heaven and earth!

The Pope suddenly stood up from his chair! A golden halo appeared behind him, majestic as a god! He pointed at Dick from afar, and his sonorous voice echoed throughout the square: "In the name of God, with the power of God, and in the will of God, the light will dispel the darkness!"

Great prophecy!

Dick also pointed at the Pope: "In my name, there is light and darkness!"

The two prophecies collided in the air, like a small wave encountering an earth-shattering tsunami! The Pope's body shook slightly, but Dick was spitting blood from his mouth, his face was as white as paper, and his body fell uncontrollably from the air.

The Pope then pointed to the ten demon kings who fought against Grecia, and made another great prophecy: "In the name of God, with the power of God, and in the will of God, the demons in hell will be judged!"

The Ten Demon Kings screamed in unison, and the raging holy flames rose from their bodies, burning their demonic power, burning their demon bodies, and burning their souls!

Dick's eyes flashed with a glimmer of light, and while the Pope's attention was attracted by the demon kings, his figure flickered, and he had already teleported in front of Dimihera.

"You shouldn't have come. Dimihra said hoarsely.

"But I want to come, I want to come to see you. The Demon Sword Wraiths swung down wildly, severing the shackles that bound Demihera's hands. He also cut down a large number of burns at the stake.

"Don't you mind if I'm a demon?"

By this time, the Pope's eyes had moved to the stake.

"Even if you are a demon, I would like to accompany you to the end of hell!" Dick said with a laugh as he shouted, "Mass teleport!" and kissed her deeply in the light of the teleportation magic.

Dick, Dimihera, and the Ten Demon Kings of the Holy Flame Burning Body were shrouded in the light of teleportation, and with a buzz, everyone disappeared in place.

The Pope and Grecia looked at each other. (To be continued......)

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