Chapter 598

According to the impression of the mysterious side of the Federation, Mirada special education school can not be included in the list of "large organizations". An army led by "Tristan Sofia" is supposed to have enough strength to destroy the witch school.

But the truth is that they suffered great setbacks.

Including Tristan himself, although he has entered the state of fighting for faith, he still failed to kill any child, even any strange head.

Under their separate eyes, when the dozen students stood up to fight back, the invincible vanguard army was almost destroyed on the Green Dragon Ridge Lake.

The peeping "big men" looked at the thorns tower one after another. Charles I, who dedicated himself, was also blocked by the "Saint confessor".

"Has the Church of light become so fragile?"

At the bottom of their hearts, the idea just came out, and some specious answers automatically emerged.

"Maybe it's because the churches in the old world can't participate?"

"Or perhaps only the believers of the 'Lord of light' are alone, which hinders the civil war between thorns and light. The God believers of the same camp, such as the goddess of order and the son of salvation, did not participate."

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In front of Tang Qi, the magic portal has been maintained. He looks at the thorns tower and the secret territory. Everything seems to be moving towards a happy ending.

"For the first time, the school has demonstrated its strength to fight against the vanguard army of the Church of light... Martin Sims stopped Charles I and made Raphael return to the kingdom of God smoothly. He will divide the power of 'light', restore the gods in the country one by one, and establish a new and powerful God system... I chose the right Camp and won this big event?"

These thoughts flashed quickly and were immediately rejected by him.

He was in the library tower and looked at the battle picture below. Noah, shey, Ayesha, Austin, Tate... Who were showing strong combat power, his eyes moved up and fell on the dark night, the picture of the ongoing war in all parts of the Federation.

Throughout dozens of federal states, I do not know how many cities, in one "Church of light".

The pious chanting gives rise to strong and holy pillars of light. They force a gap in the "mysterious" barrier. The real bright heaven is constantly opening, and the breath of the "Lord" gradually begins to respond to every believer.

Bright Cathedral, mihuang city.

In the prayer hall, priests and nuns gathered together. They prayed loudly under the leadership of a tall and thin bishop wearing glasses and inclined to scholars. A ray of rich holy light overflowed from their bodies and gathered in the front light column.

On one side of the hall, dozens of bloody knights, soldiers and heavy armor also bowed their heads and half knelt to sing.

Trying to maintain the "surface", Stana looked at her comrades in arms, priests and nuns not far away. Their tears flowed down their faces and listened to the teachings of the "Lord" with their eyes closed.

"This is a miracle!"

"Lord, he has never abandoned us. He is about to wake up!"

"The blasphemer and Betrayer will turn into dust under the holy light."

When these thoughts intertwined, Stana's eyes could not help showing a look of worry. In the holy light not far from her side, there was a scene in the secret land of the island in the middle of the lake.

Tang Qi took back his eyes, looked back at the battlefield and said with great certainty:

"Even the believers of 'light' can't be so weak. They should be the strongest in the camp."

"During the founding of the Federation in the dark ages, pilus's light was so strong that it covered the reputation of other 'prophets' in the church, as did Martin Sims. Under them, there were other prophets or strong ones, and most of them were believers of' light '."

"Lancelot can be transformed into an 'immortal spirit', other strong people, maybe..."

"Boom!"

In Tang Qi's self talk, the church finally showed its real power at this moment.

Everywhere in the Federation, the "mysterious" holy pillars of light soared without warning. There was a sign that the "cracks" would be integrated. It seemed that the whole Federation would be shrouded in the "country of light", and the holy glory would be scattered in every corner.

The believers of light who are "fighting", whether Charles I, the paladins and bishops who are climbing the thorny sky tower, or the light knights who are attacking the merada special education school and trying to kill children, have holy light shining through the void above their heads.

"Lord's response!"

Every believer was in tears.

On the beach before Longxin castle, Tristan Sofia, the future Knight king, had a cold and beautiful face. Because she fought with the "decadent", the smell of the sad middle-aged man strongly polluted her.

Gradually, the knight King began to become decadent.

Until this moment, the holy light fell on her. She woke up and gave a cold look at the decadent. Tristan suddenly took out a "rag" stained with blood from his armor. The mottled blood released an unimaginable madness and killing, but maintained a strange sanctity.

She took a rag and wiped the knight's sword in her hand.

Boom!

The Holy Blood light erupted, and a vague "spirit" emerged from the holy light above Tristan. With his integration with the future Knight king, an unimaginable world burst out in front of the "decadent", which is a surging sea of blood, human beings, demons of hell, exotic evil species

They all howled in it. Under the blessing of the Holy Light overhead, the decadent did not have time to resist. It was pulled into the world.

At the same time, similar scenes occurred everywhere in the secret place.

Almost everyone of the vanguard army about to be defeated took out all kinds of "sacred objects" and summoned the spirit to come with the help of the holy light on their heads.

There are two "lights" at the thorns sky tower. One of the starlight is gradually suppressed. He is becoming weak. The holy thorns growing and spreading below are being destroyed by a powerful believer.

The holy knight lanstrow, the crazy cardinal, the violent Knight of light... Believers have received almost endless blessings of the holy light, and they are fearless.

Great changes are coming!

Tragedy is coming!

Boom!

The two lights under the starry sky suddenly divided the victory and defeat.

They separated from the entanglement. Charles I, completely composed of the holy light, walked out of the void almost without scars. On the other side was an old and dying figure. There was no integrity on him. There were red and real blood everywhere, the thorns' clothes were broken, only half of the crown was left, and the "sword of repentance" in his hand was broken

Penitent, lost.

The faces of all the big people peeping were frozen at the moment.

At this moment, the picture in their eyes:

The eagle Federation was no longer shrouded in the "night", as if a huge and incomparable light ball appeared over the Federation. The holy light penetrated the night and fell down. Every believer of light knelt down and sang with tears. With their heads held high, they looked at the top of the holy thorns that were constantly destroyed. There was a pure human figure composed of the divine nature of light. He stood high, and he was the embodiment of the "Lord".

All living creatures should kneel down in front of him and offer their faith to him.

But at this time, the first thing he received was a laugh.

From the Confessor, Martin Sims.

The old man, known as the "strongest saint", fell and sat in the thorns. His old face was full of sarcastic smiles. At first, it was very weak, but soon his laughter rang through the clouds and the whole mihuang city.

Everyone seems to be watching a absurd drama or an epic oil painting called "laughing at the old man of the Lord".

Charles I had already lost himself. He ignored the ridicule. He went straight across Sims to the bound "Raphael". The sword of punishment in his hand was about to cut off Raphael's head.

When he moves around, all eyes see behind him.

A small piece of "sword tip" fell from the wound, which was very short, and let everyone peep into the unimaginable and unbelievable picture under the holy light.

The "human skin" composed purely of divinity and holy light seems to be a real world. There are endless, dark and creeping flesh and blood. They turn into human faces. Men, women, the elderly and children... Each face is extremely distorted and painful.

Boom! Boom! Boom!

The scream sounded all over the origin star again, and this time it was more serious.

On the fourth floor of the library tower, Tang Qi sent out a dull hum. His hands involuntarily covered his eyes. His body trembled uncontrollably. Muddy and dark blood and tears flowed down again. Small faces appeared on his exposed skin, whether his arms or his face. They seemed to want to break free from the "bondage" and drill out of Tang Qi's body.

The book of nothingness trembled again. When strands of special "holy light" were swallowed up, two chaotic mushrooms were born on the cover.

Tang Qi, with the minds of all the "big men" peeping at the battlefield at the moment, their terrorist thoughts never thought of stirred and churned.

"The Lord of light, is also polluted?"

"No, no, no, this may be the reason why thorns rebelled against 'light' in the last war of the catastrophe."

"This is the truth? The Lord of light, who is about to wake up, has been polluted. He is no longer a master of order. He is about to slide into chaos?"

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