The holy bell that used to tell the time in the past is now used as an alarm bell, and it is ringing constantly. Coupled with the slight vibration and explosion sound from the ground room, it brings a sense of fear to the residents of the entire holy land as if the end of the world is coming. ※r />

They hugged each other tremblingly, repeatedly chanting the chapter in the Book of the Prophecy that the Day of Judgment came, and repenting their past sins with great devout repentance, hoping to be forgiven by the divine light so that the terrible moving disaster would not notice them.

In fact, Sivi had no intention of causing trouble for them.

‘The target is only one person…we are detouring behind him…’

The alchemy product for communication imported from Adrick Academy in his hand was rumored to be slightly hoarse and distorted. A Templar with a direct badge of the Elders in front of his breastplate was carefully listening to the reports of his subordinates.

‘Oh, he found us!’

Before he could give the order to retreat, screams and sound effects that seemed to be howling by the wind came from the communication device.

Then the communication was cut off.

The Templar was sweating profusely - he had just airborne over and temporarily replaced Frey's military power. Before entering the Templar organization, he was just a senior child who only knew how to intrigue. Even because of his impure faith, he could not even fully use his auxiliary magic...

I thought I had a good job, but before my butt was warmed up, I was poked to the front line.

Damn, this is different from what you agreed!

He resisted the urge to throw the communicator off and connected several other teams. He shouted loudly in the slightly contemptuous look of the knights beside him: "Go and intercept the enemy, this is the order! Repeat it and intercept the enemy, this is the order!"

Anyway, the other party is heading towards the center of the Holy Realm. Where he is now, he is 100% safe. The reason why he issued an attack order is that he has made efforts, and secondly, even if the senior officials of the Holy Realm blame him in the future, he can also shift the blame from the incompetence of the teams he ordered to die.

Not long after, responses from other teams came from the communicator one after another.

However, the response content was all about the loss of the target, which made him angry.

"If the target is lost, go find it! Has your original captain of the womb only taught you to act like a womb?"

He shouted at the communicator.

Anyway, he had decided to directly transfer this dangerous position after this time, so now he didn't care about the face of his colleagues and started to curse.

However, as soon as he finished cursing, cold words suddenly came into his ears.

"No need to look for it, I'm here."

He turned around with a very stiff movement like a rusty gear.

The man who appeared there was only a white hoodie, most of the silver-stained man and a wizard hat on his head.

He held a little girl wrapped in a mage robe in his left hand, and his right hand was empty.

Beside him, the knights who had just glared at him had long fallen to the ground, not knowing life and death.

The unlucky knight who had arrived over was standing in the cold wind of December as if he had been stripped of his clothes and swung his head because his trembling was too strong.

Siwei took a step forward as if he had not noticed the other party's shake.

The unlucky knight screamed in dismay.

But then he thought of something and drew a white long sword from the scabbard on his belt.

The hilt of the long sword was a pair of closed angel wings. He didn't know what he did, and the pair of small and exquisite wings unfolded in vain. The blade of the long sword also fell off the hilt, leaving only a small piece of sword thorn.

Then the golden light stretched out from the sword thigh. When the light dissipated, the weapon that had only left the hilt of the sword turned into a mysterious light. It seemed to be made of an aurora, and it just looked like a long sword that gave people a sense of holy!

Even though the holder was still a pustule, his confidence began to expand rapidly.

"The filthy and evil guy... The weapon in my hand is used by the strongest angel in the mythical age, the legendary divine sword "Dawn"!"

He waved the long sword of aurora, leaving countless afterimages in the slightly dim space.

It can be seen that although it is a pustule, he has put some effort into swordsmanship.

"Supply me and let me purify your sins!"

Seeing that the other party seemed to be shocked by his hand, he grinned and pointed the tip of his sword at Xiwei, as if he wanted to give him courage, and shouted loudly as if he wanted to attract the attention of the surroundings.

"I have two points in your words that need to be corrected."

Facing the sword of Aurora, Xiwei had no fear on his face: "First, I am not considered filthy and evil compared to you."

"Second," as he said, ripples appeared in the space behind Xiwei: "Dawn is not the strongest angel's sword..."

With a clang, the sword in the pustule knight's hand fell to the ground, and the blade disappeared in an instant. He himself showed an incredible expression and opened his mouth wide and looked behind Xiwei.

The space caves behind him protruded out of the treasure chest technique, which were exactly the same as Dawn, but were long swords with different magic categories and strengths!

"It's just an angel's sword."

After saying that, Sivi took another step forward, and at the same time, the pustule knight was so scared that he fell to the ground, and the incredible expression on his face was replaced by fear.

"Now, give me what you have in your hands. Then get out."

Sivi ignored it and took another step forward.

The Pustule Knight was as if he was amnesty, and panickedly checked his hand, and found that he was still holding the alchemy product for communication in his left hand.

But before he could hand over the things to Siwei, his head was cut off from his neck, and bright red blood sprayed Lao Gao.

Civ naturally did not have this kind of interest in slaughtering the scum. The one who took action was an elderly man wearing a white priest uniform painted with a black cross and two beards on his face.

"The guy who is greedy for life and fears death is not qualified to continue to be under the direct jurisdiction of our elders."

He glanced at the head on the ground with a terrified look on his face, stretched out his hand, and the hilt of the dawn sword next to his head flew into his hand, and then he turned his gaze to Xiwei.

"I admit that you are the most qualified young man in this century. At a young age, you have reached the level that no one who has been living in magic for the rest of your life has not been able to reach. However, it is precisely because of this that your threat is too great, so old that I have to take action to get rid of you!"

As soon as he waved the hilt of the sword, he showed a glory that was thousands of times more brilliant than before.

"Although I don't know where you got the Dawn Swords... But Dawn is originally a thing in heaven, and only the semi-holy spirit body of Lao Xie and others can exert its true power. And you are just a mortal after all!... If you want to hate, you hate you that you are not a genius of the Holy See! Remember, the person who purifies you is Lao Gandel!"

After saying that, he acted as an offensive posture, and at the same time he emitted a faint fluorescent light, turning into an unimaginable physique of ordinary people, almost an angel!

The next moment, the old man who called himself Gandel found a hand in front of him.

Before he could come back to his senses, he felt a sharp pain coming from his body, and the whole world seemed to be spinning.

After he finally breathed a sigh of relief, Xiwei's voice also came into his ears.

"Whether the semi-holy spirit or the angel... after all, it's just like elemental creatures, a kind of energy life."

Until now, Gandel suddenly realized that his body and neck had disappeared, and his head was being pinched in Siwei's hand.

"It is obviously a aggregate of only ordinary high-level magicians with magical power levels, but they dare to appear in front of magicians who are good at operating energy. It's really..." Xiwei's cold eyes made the other party feel bad.

"Wait, we can make a deal..." He stopped abruptly in the middle of his words.

"Seeking death."

Before Siwei gave him the chance to finish his words, he completely annihilated it through the output of void energy.

Then he picked up the communicator that fell on the ground to connect to the channel, cleared his throat, and spoke.

"Everyone of the Knights Templar, I am the ally of the Pope, Sevi Adrick. Now the Elders are trying to usurp the right of the Holy Land. Please follow me to quell this rebellion!"
Chapter completed!