Chapter 455 Gathering
In the sky, there is still the red sun hanging, but it is changing, but the feeling of shining on people. In the depths of the distant sky, there is a sound like thunder, ringing in everyone's ears. Now the light soul pot is too powerful. In terms of power, it is no longer comparable to the existing mainland strong, so he can unscrupulously use miracle-level spells, especially in the endless sea. After the ancient dragon artifact on the Dragon Island was collected by him...
God's grace is like a sea. The whole world, whether on the east and west continents or in the endless sea, is illuminated by the scorching sun of the magic of the light soul pot. The bright sun emitted a rolling black flame and fierce. The sun and stars shine faintly, and they shine alone.
The archbishop said worriedly, "This power seems to be the supreme magic of the light god, but unfortunately, it is not pure. Among them is the dark power of the underworld. The seed of God's grace was originally a gift to the most devout believers, which can make the audience blessed by the light god and invulnerable. Just looking at his posture, he actually integrated the unique power of the dark god into it. All the creatures contaminated by the sun will be infected by it within ten days, become crazy believers and lose their hearts. However, is this still the light religion of the Light God?
The elf king stretched out his hand and caught a drop of rain falling from the sky. She closed her eyes and slightly felt the energy contained in the dark light rain. Her eyebrows gradually frowned. When the invisible rain silk touched her body, it disappeared, but a trace of divine power contained it silently sneaked into her body and shook people's will. Even the great practitioners in their own realm feel this way, what about ordinary people?
"What a powerful spiritual charm, such an infectious power, but in 30 days, except for the bright spirit, I'm afraid the mainland, oh no, the whole world will not hear a second voice."
The elf king said demorally, "We are done. There is no hope. This opponent is too powerful. Even the seventh generation dean, the sword saint Roland, is not his opponent. It seems that no matter where we escape, we can't escape after all. Shall we close our eyes and wait to die..."
"No, there is still hope. He actually came out of the headquarters of the dark parliament in advance, which only proves that he is far from mastering the power of the god of darkness. If he fully masters the dark magic power, we really have no chance. However, the good thing is that I don't know whether it is no longer willing to be lonely, or tired of the dark divine power that is contrary to himself. In short, he has left the ground, so now, with his power to launch this divine spell, I'm afraid he can't help us to wait for death. The archbishop muttered.
"So what? Even so, we are not his opponents. Without Lord Swordsman and His Royal Highness, do we have to rely on the president of the Magicians' Association on your continent? That new young holy step? I'm afraid his strength is far worse than mine. In the face of the fierce sunfire in the sky, recalling the scene of the Huling a few days ago, it seemed that the patriarch of the elves who always held their heads high, felt a sense of powerlessness from the bottom of his heart.
"Don't be impatient, the king of elves, I said that if there is a chance, naturally it is not to talk about it. Although His Majesty the Pope and the seventh generation dean have fallen, the teenager they two adults like together are still there. The teenager named Lance is not only the sword saint disciple, but also more More importantly, I will no longer hide it at this moment. He has also been recognized by the Bright Thunder Sword!" Pilate, the elder, said righteously.
"What? The former soldier of the god of light, the thunder and punishment sword to punish evil?!!" The queen shouted in a low voice.
"Well, you're right! In terms of grade, the thunder sword and the soul pot should be right. Lance, who holds the thunder sword, must be stronger than we can imagine. It's just that the current soul pot has part of the power of the dark god and controls the body beyond the holy level of the previous generation of dark president, so it shows such terrible strength.
"Well, that's no problem! It's too early for us to despair now!" The eyes of the elf queen, who had been depressed, were clear again, and her charming face was particularly firm: "With the existence of a bright thunder sword, we can fight!"
Then the queen looked at the strange clouds in the sky that seemed to cover the whole sky. She whispered, "Why didn't he take action?"
The elder smiled, a little obscene and disrespectful, because he was in a good mood at the moment. He thought that the world was invincible, so he went to Dragon Island alone and wanted to please him there. It would not be so easy. This is the last area. In order to resist the invasion of many races, human beings have left an unknown number of means for thousands of years. It controls the body of the cool demon, and naturally inherits his mind. It knows that it is powerful and will not come rashly without full certainty. And looking at the current situation, the spirit of the soul pot obviously wants to enslave the world and create an ideal kingdom of heaven, then it needs the power of faith of creatures, so we can rest assured that although it kills a lot, it will never kill endlessly.
"Maybe ordinary people will not be slaughtered, but I'm afraid that we strong people will not escape death in the end. So I would like to know where is the real card that you are so calm now?
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Nine days later, the direct light of the bright demon sun became more brilliant. But the magic contained in it is even more devouring. Obviously, after such a period of time, the trauma left by Sword Saint Roland, the anti-shocks received when fighting against the virtual shadow of the god of elves, and the trauma on Dragon Island have recovered a lot.
On the eastern continent, the heroes gathered, the vice deans of the college and the strong men of many colleges gathered here. The magician guild, a man wearing the crown of the supreme holy magician and holding the magic weapon 'legendary staff', led more than 300 high-level magicians in the magician guild, including Lance's eldest brother and second brother, to come to help. A mysterious queue is used to form a ring array. Each magician is about 20 meters apart and is stacked layer by layer according to the cultivation. In the innermost layer, there are several powerful figures standing.
The best young generation of the orcs, the orc 'imperial', and the remaining tribal people finally fled to the eastern continent. Although there are countless hatreds with human beings, what is going to happen now is a free battle that is higher than racial contradictions, so the Church of Light has taken them in.
These strong men standing in the circle are the father of Lance, who has just broken the heart knot and broken through to the Holy Land. He was once the head of the three major magicians and now the holy magician, Quinn Rosier.
The three cardinal archbishops of the Church of Light and the great elder, Pilate.
The young president of the magic president, Monroe.
Elf Queen, Saint of Light...
Many strong people stand in place, forming a wonderful area. Light water, fire, earth and wind, the light of five-color elements flashed on the strong.
The ' emperor' of the orc clan and many auxiliary strong men, earth - Huang Tian's domineering and fighting spirit.
Queen, the father of Lance, wind-seven breaths,
Archbishop of Light, Light - Light of the Oracle
President of the Magician Guild, Fire-Sky Cover Purifying the Xuanhuo Method
Elf queen, water - the will magic of the source.
The position where each power stands is marked with an ancient divine symbol of the elf clan, shining with a strange light, so that people can see and feel the meaning, elements, and the five elements at the beginning.
At the center of this formation is the six-pointed star, and the five strong men stand in five corners and stay alone.
It is a dark element, a pure dark element, without any evil and gloomy atmosphere, symbolizing the purest darkness, just like night. This is reserved for a person, but that person has not yet come, so that position, quiet self flashes, pure black light.
"Lance, nine days have passed, and we are ready, where are you... where is the person you trust..." In a depressing atmosphere, the Elf King said.
"Wait, Lance believes, and I also believe that she can come back." The elder of the temple, who closed his eyes and nourished his mind, did not raise his head and said firmly. As time progressed, such a dialogue began to appear ordinaryly, but he only replied faintly. For a long time, the most confident person seems to be him.