Chapter 638： Last wall (2/2)
Finally, he hit the scepter on the ground for the third time:
"Tell the name of the Lord, you are the first asylum in the dark, the hope that the mortal first sought, and the sentient beings will always pursue the light, just as you will always shelter the beings - you are the origin, the end, you have it forever, Forever, we pray that you will come to this world that is sheltered by you, as it was in the past, and today is also true-"
A sacred and illusory bell blew up, overwhelming all the prayers and praises in the Great Hall of Light, and the bell tower of the entire Cathedral of Light was also ringing, echoing the real and illusory bells.
In Zhongming, the body of St. Ivan III suddenly broke away from a mirror image of light, which overlapped with the shining giants standing behind him, and the two quickly blended and plunged high-
Over the Cathedral of the Light, a giant with a height of 100 meters stood up slowly.
The gods ceremony was successful.
On the wall of St. Sunil, Wales? Moen quietly watched the radiant giants rise up from the city, watching the radiance of his release quickly spread toward the wall, and could not help but move.
"That is the power of the gods..."
A sigh, the shield that has shrouded the king has finally reached its operational limit, accompanied by a series of weird whistling and tearing sounds, large patches of noise quickly covered the barrier, and in the next instant, divided into The raging light particles spilled over to the king, and almost at the same time as the shield collapsed, the light-cast giant also opened his hands, and the crystal walls of the road pierced the dirty clouds over the plains. The ground protects the entire city wall.
Unreasonable clusters of monsters are not afraid of this power from the gods. Instead, they are excited by the sudden emergence of huge energy, and they start to frantically scream, the attack becomes more crazy, countless giants use lightning, use the body, and even The self-destruction bombarded the layer of "new shield", but the giant cast by the light only maintained the posture of open arms, and the shield wall covering the entire city would not move.
This is the divine art of Saint Ivan III, who can place the entire king of Ansu in the temporarily invincible state of the heavens!
Berdwin? Franklin stared at the sacred giant who sheltered the entire kingdom. He couldn't help but sigh: "Unfortunately, if St. Ivan III is younger and younger... No, even if it is younger than ten years old. God's descending skill can last for more than three days, and St. Sunil can insist on the arrival of the reinforcements..."
Wales did not respond to Berdwin's words. He just frowned and looked at the southern wall. Under the baptism of the Holy Light, countless tired men's physical strengths were restored, and waves of spiritual inspiration encouraged them to enter. In the state of joy and gratitude, the soldiers took out the holy light talisman and began to pray, and even a few who did not believe in the Holy Light, could not help but begin to praise the name of the Holy Light.
He took a slight breath and raised his sword in his hand: "Hurry and rest! Eat, drink, check weapons, don't waste time!!
"God is a time-limited! When it is over, St. Sunil's defense will only have our flesh and blood!
"This is our last chance to take a break - hold it and insist on the arrival of the reinforcements!!"
In the shouts of the king, the soldiers who were immersed in the gratitude of the Holy Light suddenly woke up. They realized that the safety in front of them was actually quite short. The shield of St. Sunil has collapsed. At this moment, the whole line of defense is relying on a decay. The old man forcibly released the magic to maintain it. After realizing this, everyone on the wall immediately acted, began to drink and eat, hurry to rest, adjust the state, and prepare for the final challenge.
In the Cathedral of the Light, on the corridor in front of the entrance to the Great Hall of Light, Veronica was watching the closed door quietly.
In order to ensure that God's fall is perfect, all the attendants and lower-level priests have been dismissed. At this moment, only one group of monks and a team of inner court knights are guarded outside the building, and she is alone in the corridor leading to the hall.
"God is falling..." Veronica said softly, the solemn and sacred breath continually escaping from the back of the door, echoing the light of her, but spreading in the moment of integration. "This time, it is the purest sample in seven hundred years..."
With a soft voice talking to himself, the "Vrind of the Virgin" went to the front door without hesitation, and then unwittingly pushed the door of the Great Light Hall away.
The raging light instantly filled Veronica's line of sight, and waves of waves surged in her direction, but all the brilliance turned into a gentle stream of light as she approached her. Dissipate silently.
In the hall, the devout prayers of the bishops seem to have no sense that someone has entered this space. Every bishop in prayer maintains the same posture, as if the autopilot is in the air, only the pope in the middle of the hall. The appearance of Veronica has reacted. This "speaker" who has been faintly integrated with the Holy Light and has numerous streams of light flowing through the body slowly raises his eyelids and makes a rust-like slow sound: "Viro... ...Nika... why are you... suddenly... come in..."
"Just to inform you that this experimental project is over."
The Pope’s thinking is clearly in a very slow state: “Experiment... Project?”
Veronica smiled and put his hand on the Platinum Scepter in the hands of St. Ivan III. He whispered: "Yes, the project about the nature of the gods and the laws of operation."
"What are you doing..." The Pope’s voice finally restored a bit of humanity. He seemed to be trying to break free from this slow-moving state. Some kind of panic was in his tone. "You Will... ruin all this... this city..."
Veronica took the Platinum Scepter and pulled it out of St. Ivan III little by little: "No, the gods will continue, the city will not be destroyed, but that It has nothing to do with your god."
As the Platinum Scepter was stripped, the voice of St. Ivan III finally became smooth, and the tone was full of anger and confusion: "Who are you?!"
"A sinister," Veronica smiled and gently pointed the stick of the scepter on St. Ivan III. "The Norton royals say hello to you and the owner behind you."
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