‘Light is born from the darkness that cuts off everything; in fire and song we raise our swords.’

The sluggish, dark power was like an invisible flowing black river, slowly flowing into the abyss. It was centered on the elf female bishop and was constantly pulling everyone's souls into it.

Fang Yu suddenly raised his head. He smelled a trace of the Blind God Descartes from that power. A once praised existence fell into the deep sea of ​​death and then resurrected from the dead, but their divine nature had long been swallowed up by the starlight of nirvana and assimilated.

He is no longer an independent God, nor a member of the dark saints, but a synonym for the manifestation of shadow and gloom, the will of another dead world, leaving only a pale and empty gaze, staring at the end of the abyss.

What kind of power is that?

It made people feel cold, as if it was injected with endless resentment and hatred, like a maggot on the tarsal bone. The power of the law in Fang Zhu's hand just drove the black force and climbed up.

He quickly forced the phantoms in his heart, looked down and saw a dark flame ignited on the magic gloves.

Fang Zhu hurriedly shook his hand, interrupting the power of the law of creation, and the flames were extinguished, but a thick layer of black ice had condensed on the shell of the pride of the Lone King.

Zuliana also let out a slight "huh" behind her, obviously conscious of the extraordinary origin of this power, and the two of them drew their swords at the same time.

But the power of darkness also cut off the connection between her and the dragon soul at the same moment, causing the power of law to fall into the hollow burning of the divine fire-

Laws are the first step toward the source of divine, but they are not enough to see in front of real divine power.

What's more, the breath of the dead god was extremely immersive, and it seemed to lock the space in an instant, making everyone unable to move.

Zuliana looked at the scene in surprise.

Alindor's face also suddenly became extremely bad.

Only the witch of the sea, Miya, disappeared immediately. But the female bishop looked in one direction, and her dark eyes seemed to have substantial power, causing the wolf-like girl to appear from there and retreat.

She covered her shoulders with one hand, and rose-red colors oozed out between her snow-white fingers, and she was obviously injured in this simple confrontation.

"You are not Selina," Fang Rong frowned and looked at the female bishop in front of him. After the three dragon knights of his side suffered a great loss. This could not have been the power of a female bishop in the diocese.

What's more, there is such a clear aura in the divine power.

He had had so many dealings with the Olin saints such as Roman, Aimeya, and had personally understood the divine power of the blind gods Descartes and Narsula, so he realized that something was wrong as soon as the other party took action.

“—Who are you?”

Selina was obviously not surprised. Her calm eyes fell on the 'coin' in Fang Yu's hand, "I guess, you rely on it, right?"

"She/He gives you this thing and makes you arrange chess pieces outside the board without our eyes, and she/He always likes to do this."

Fang Zhu was slightly surprised.

He was indeed waiting quietly, waiting for the Hailin Crown to restore its power, and taking them back to another point on the white branches.

At the moment when everything begins-

But the woman's eyes seemed to have penetrated this.

The other party's tone did not sound like a great priest in the Natural Temple, nor like a female bishop, but rather like an existence on par with that lady.

A darkest holy who knows his identity.

What is her relationship with the alliance?

She stayed in this place from the very beginning and knew they would definitely come here?

Fang Rong's heart sinks further and he has guessed from Ms. Roman's words that behind the gray disaster is a huge game.

It is the intersection of the Olin Holy and the Dark Holy Plan.

But with their Hailin crown, they kept wandering outside the timeline, but they met such an opponent outside the gray woods.

The most holy sacred object can be traced back to time, but the premise is that it is not discovered by the other party, otherwise a dark god can definitely attack him before he activates the sacred object.

Selina's dark eyes had already swept over, which made him feel cold all over his body for a moment, and a feeling that was irresistible in his heart.

Even the glory in his hand became swaying.

This was the first time that the green light showed such hesitation and sway, even though it had always acted like the nemesis of all dark creatures.

Even the Dragon Witch avoids it.

But now it seems that it is more like being the nemesis of the dark power, and the two are rising and falling.

At this moment, people heard another scene at the other end of the live broadcast room. Everyone was seeing Selina talking silently with the dragon alchemist. Fang Zhu's mouth opened and closed, but no sound was made.

At the very least, only the next sentence is frozen in the picture:

"Who are you?"

"What's going on?" people asked each other, "The communication between the two worlds is malfunctioning again?"

"The communication has just resumed, maybe there is some delay."

Like as a footnote to this sentence.

Selina was smiling and said, "This is naturally His will. He/she has never left us, and your power is not as small as a glimpse before the Most Holy."

She said it so much that people mistakenly thought it was the lady of nature, Aimeya.

Alindor frowned and was about to refute. But the "female bishop" looked at Zuliana on the side and interrupted:

"Miss Zuliana, you shouldn't be there, aren't you? You should be here."

"Don't forget the orders of your club, and you're going to stand aside with these rebels who are determined to do so, especially the Holy Maids, whose actions are actually causing disaster to this land."

Zulianna was stunned for a moment and couldn't help but smile bitterly. Only then did she remember that there was something like this. She could help Fang Zhu and her group deal with the Holy Tree Forest, but she could not stand opposite to the Guild Alliance.

This chapter is not over, please click on the next page to continue reading! Alindor also realized this and turned the sword in his hand to her with a solemn expression. It is not a good sign that a dragon knight lurks between them as an opponent.

But at this time, Fang Yu calmed down instead.

The saints cannot interfere with the movement of Aitalia.

Can the Dark Saints be enough?

If they could cross the saints of Orin and attack Aitalia directly, then the two sides should have already decided on this land.

He raised his head, looked at 'Selina', and suddenly interrupted everyone: "I can consider cooperating, but Ms. Selina, I still have a question."

Alindor and Zulianna looked at him at the same time, and the gaze of the "female bishop" also fell quietly on him.

Fang Yu raised the coin in his hand and asked her: "Ms. Selina, please answer me, what is this?"

Selina was slightly stunned, her eyes were a little unstable.

But Fang Yu had already read out everything he needed from that hesitation:

‘That is her/his silver coin-’

‘Promise only to those who are beloved by their destiny, and to those whom He agrees with.’

‘It puts the price and gains on both ends of the scale, so it is called ‘destiny’.’

but--

That's just an illusion.

Selina suddenly changed her face and realized that her hesitation had exposed something.

However, a sneer had already appeared on Fang Yu's face, "You always want it, but you didn't recognize it, Ms. Selina."

If she was one of the most holy ones in the darkness, then it would be impossible to recognize what it was, but she had admitted it wrong, then-

The other party is not a true saint of darkness, nor is it a god.

And the silver coin has changed its shape in Fang Zhu's hand. A soft light emitted from the scale it engraved. In that light, the other side of the coin is turning into reality.

It is not a coin of fate.

Selina's face changed drastically: "Hailin Crown, this is..."

Fang Yu turned his head slightly and shouted: "Do it."

A narrow light came into everyone's sight, and Princess Arsana, who stood aside and did not notice by anyone, had her sword unsheathed.

The elf holy sword that depicts stars, sun and moon, white trees and cuckoo birds is quietly holding in the hands of this elf girl.

Its sword edge depicts patterns, depicting everything since the long night age; the history witnessed by the two holy trees—

The elf princess was holding the sword in both hands, and the sword edge was trembling slightly. But her eyes were always firm, staring at the woman in front of her, unshakable.

It's like watching the coming night and the coming dawn.

Just like the poems and songs left after many long nights.

She spoke softly and recited the prayer:

‘Please let us give the dawn of the long night—’

‘Give the dawn courage.’

‘After that cut off all darkness, the first light is born from it; in fire and song, we raise our swords.’

‘And the people who lead the light come over the shadows and darkness, and the cuckoos and white trees fly high under the first ray of morning light. We are the children of light, the bones of light, and the blood of light.’

‘Please listen quietly to the singing voice under the long night—’

Alsana had pressed her fingers on the blade and cut her fingertips with cold metal, and pomegranate juice like wine-red permeated the mirror.

The blood-colored flower dew is sliding down from the sword edge.
To be continued...