Chapter 459 Final Chapter

Lance finally appeared, accompanied by the two most important artifacts of the Temple of Light, the bright thunder sword of the temple of paladins, and the glorious scepter of His Majesty the Pope! Not only that, he also has the sacred artifacts of the sages of the temple. 'Glorious Shield', 'Angel's Staff', 'God's Guardian'...

Those are the great elders who inherited the memory of Pope Paul VI of Light, who took them out of all areas of the temple and finally entrusted them to Reims. So now the teenager is really dressed in a divine costume.

He came from a faraway place without leaving any trace, and appeared suddenly, powerful and shocking.

He did not look at the sky, the biggest threat in the world, but walked to the peaceful elder lying quietly on the ground.

Lance's face is full of perseverance, but he still has some uncontrollable sadness. He respected His Majesty the Pope, but failed to protect the old man who was dedicated to the mainland. Pilate killed the Pope, but after his rebirth, he inherited his majesty's memory and carried part of his strength. Lance has never shown any friendly look to him because he has a knot in his heart, even if he knows that this great elder is already a real bright man.

The preparation time is so tight that he can only practice and understand day and night. Now he finally has the opportunity to come to the old man and say thank him, not only because of himself, but also for the whole continent. He has this opportunity now, but the elder died and he can no longer hear it, so he is sad.

He stretched out his hand, picked up the old man's body, and then walked to the back of the temple team and handed over to the two straight knights. At the same time, they stretched out their hands to support the elder's body and legs.

"Prince, Xixi, the elder will be handed over to you. You must bury him well." Lance said in a low voice.

The two most outstanding young people in the temple nodded at the same time. Xixi said, "Well, Lance, don't worry."

"That's good." Lance nodded, and then he walked back to the middle of several strong men in the Holy Land.

Cindera tried to support her body and looked at Lance and whispered, "This time has come. Have you finished your practice?"

"Not yet." Lance smiled bitterly and replied honestly.

The elf queen's eyes have been staring at the teenager. Except for the handsome appearance, she did not see the flaw, but everything after that was full of flaws, because she felt that even she was ten times sure that she could kill the teenager on the spot, so she couldn't help but be disappointed, and then Desperation.

"You are Lance, your cultivation..." The Elf Queen couldn't bear to ask any more questions.

She can't bear it, but she is cruel. The instrument that had just experienced a big war suddenly laughed at this moment. Hahahaha! Hahaha... It's so interesting. Is this your last hope? This poor little bug? He is just the peak cultivation of the great swordsman. If it is put in ancient times, he is a cannon fodder, waste wood! Just with such a guy, you want to kill me?! Huh?!"

Silence, full of silence. The strong men present, the saint of light, the elf king, Ryan, the father of Lance, and Monroe, the president of the Magicians' Association, all saw Lance's depth at a glance, and Cindra also saw it, but she believed in him, so this was the previous question.

Lance did not answer. He just walked forward indifferently. His palms were slightly open, and the bright thunder sword inserted on the ground seemed to sense the call. The body of the sword trembled slightly and disappeared from the original place. The next moment, it appeared in Lance's hands.

In the sky, the spirit was still laughing, but it suddenly became dumb. Because of an inexplicable sense of danger appeared in its mind.

"Huh?! What! How is that possible?! Is it the breath of the field?!" The bright weapon was shocked.

Lance held the bright thunder sword in his right hand, and his left hand was the supreme scepter of glory. Behind him was guarded by an angel. Then he covered the glorious shield on the thunder sword in his right hand.

A uniform, a divine costume! All the sacred artifacts of the Temple of Light are gathered together. This is an unprecedented scene, but the point is that there are really people who can master them.

"What?! I understand that the Son of Light is the legendary Son of Light... No wonder the sword saint Roland and the temple pope will choose you!" The spirit is first shocked, and then indifferent.

Lance shook his head and smiled and denied, "You are wrong. There is no son of light. It's just his own efforts. The opportunity has come. If you don't seize it, no matter how talented you are, you may still be a butcher who chop wood in the mountains.

After a rebirth, Lance naturally knew that his talent was excellent, but he was not a son of light. He just took a real shortcut.

"Hahahaha! OK! Well said! But what about this? Whether you are the son of light or not, you have mastered many artifacts and achieved the realm of the field. Today, you still have to die on the spot!" The spirit said in a cold voice, as if it no longer wants to wait too much. Maybe it is guilty, or because it has seen so many bright sacred objects, it is finally ashamed, so it has to do it in advance and completely destroy all this.

Lance's body has soared into the air and merged with many light artifacts. His ability at this moment can be said to shake the sky and the earth, so such a battle can naturally only happen in the air.

"Strong people in the field! Hahahaha! Very good! The sword saint Roland has also cultivated his field, but he still died under me. Young man, you borrowed many sacred weapons to practice, after all, it is not your own strength. How can you defeat me? The spirit said proudly.

"There are tens of millions of methods in the way to practice. As long as you can successfully step into the highest level that this creature can achieve, it is success. Although it is impossible to be truly immortal, it is already a god of the world. After success, no one will care about you again. It doesn't matter what method you use, whether it's opportunistic or stealing the sky. Just like today, if you want to act against the sky and do the crazy things that ancient gods have never done, then I will kill you. You are a loser, and naturally no one will learn your methods and style in the future. Lance said lightly.

"Hum, what a sharp young man. I have existed for thousands of years. You are the first person who dares to talk to me like this. Go to death! I want you to know that in front of the power of the gods, the strong in the field is just a joke!"

Lance just smiled and didn't argue with him anymore. Instead, he raised the thunder sword and raised the magic wand. A field belonging to him began to condense...

"What?! How can it be?!" The magic spirit on the instrument was great, but it did not take action at the first time, but was surprised. Because in Lance's body, two strongest forces have formed, complementing each other, and it turned out to be that field, which has become unprecedentedly powerful. In that teenager, there was a sacred breath of light and a warlike atmosphere of college.

Chris Angel, the second generation of the college, a peerless figure in the field, created a book "Magic Martial Arts Theory". Once Lance had no magical talent, so he could not learn about magic in it. But now, with the help of many artifacts, his physique has completely changed. He has not He had time to specialize in magic, but there was no big difference between magic, magic and magic from his previous life. So at this moment, the two great fighting spirit and magic of the realm permeated his whole body.

"Damn it! What a strong fighting spirit! I finally know where this college, one of the three holy places of mankind, comes from! It turned out to be a holy place founded by the descendants of Ares, the ancient god of war. Damn it! You young man, you can integrate the inheritance of two gods at the same time!" The spirit is staring.

Lance didn't know that the college had such a history, but this artifact would stupidly burst out such news at this time, so it was no different to help himself, so his face was calmer, more indifferent, and his endless power went to the spirit.

"It's not that easy to kill me!" The spirit roared, and above its forehead, the deity belonging to the god of darkness appeared again. The dark divine power, which represents death, and the light divine power of the soul pot in his body, gushed out like a money-free madness, together with Lance, who holds the power of heaven and earth.

However, Lance, who has the power of sacredness and the power of the God of War, is a perfect combination. The forces in the body repel each other, but it is a typical failure. Its divine power is much higher than the power of Lance's field, but in this continuous collision, it began to retreat uncontrollably.

Lance's face is not good either. He has not succeeded in mastering the current strength, but it has reached the last moment. If he does not take advantage of the present, everyone's efforts will be in vain. When this spirit escapes, he will secretly 'lick' his wounds in a gloomy corner, and wait until it is completely Recovery, I was no longer his opponent at that time. Then Lord Jiansheng died in vain. His Majesty the Pope, the elders of the temple, Lan Jun, and so many people died in vain. So he came...

How can the spirit not know his shortcomings? It shouted, "Son of Light! Hurry up and stop! Your strength is unstable. Even if you kill me, you are finished! We might as well take a step back---

The spirit's words were not finished, but were interrupted by Lance indifferently: "Don't think about it! Even if you die, I will pull you to bury you!!!"

The voice of grand justice resounded through the world, shocking and moving many people and all practitioners.

Lance's words were fearless. His momentum was moving forward, and the spirit with the divine power actually began to retreat. The divine power mixed with light and darkness finally failed. The consciousness of the spirit was slightly weakened. The two magical powers did not want to resist the enemy and fought first. In this way, the light thunder in the young man's hand The sword and the scepter of glory, the two favorite gods of the god of light, have pierced its chest.

This time, Lance did not try to destroy the dark god on his forehead, because after all, it was not the power of the spirit itself. The real flaw was jointly opened by several strong men, the place of the man's chest, the wound of the body of the soul pot!