Ember Skywalker

Chapter 54: This loser is actually a magician? The eve of the showdown!

Her eyes were blinded, but her senses were still there, but the next moment she waved her hands.

"Impossible! The goddess has already... How could a divine messenger possibly come?"

In desperation, she almost said out loud what was in her mind.

That is the great secret.

The woman understood what she meant and was a little dazed.

She looked up at the sky.

His gaze seemed to penetrate the barrier of the order plane, penetrate the void tides, penetrate the endless star fields, and saw his own kingdom of God and the majestic body that was burning fiercely.

Ugh.

She let out a sigh, which sounded like a lonely wind to everyone's ears.

"You are very good."

The woman waved her hand and threw the silver light in her palm towards Margaret, which then sank into her body.

The next moment, the priestess discovered that her dried-up divine power actually began to grow slowly, and finally stabilized at the level of Honor.

Although she was only at Yujie, she "looked" at the woman as if she had seen a ghost.

It turned out that her divine power had been burned out by that monstrous god, and she became a cripple.

If it weren't for the protection of the divine power accumulated by the Biyashanti Church over the past hundred years, and if it hadn't been for the festival when the faith of hundreds of thousands of believers converged on her, she would have been reduced to ashes at that moment.

But now she has recovered a little bit!

Although it is no longer comparable to its heyday, it is still a miracle.

More importantly, she felt the purest will of the goddess from this silver light!
This will had been favored by her many times during her decades of prayer, and there was no way she could be wrong.

"God's messenger! You really are God's messenger! Goddess bless you!" She knelt down trembling.

Others followed suit and knelt.

The woman looked at the believers in front of her. Their faces were covered in blood and their limbs were broken, but their eyes were pious and they had the purest faith.

Her voice softened.

“According to God’s covenant, I will lead you to continue this unfinished holy war.

Your powers will be replenished and your churches will be reestablished.

The Dawn Doctrine will spread to every corner of this world.
God's glory will transcend the void tide and spread to a higher order."

"Thank God!" Everyone burst into tears.

nightfall.

Margaret knelt in front of the woman, looking sad.

"My Lord, please look into my eyes."

She opened her blind eyes, revealing the horrific flesh and blood within.

These pieces of flesh and blood are still bound by invisible forces and are still wriggling.

"It was that picture that caused all this, the picture of the goddess's fall."

She spoke of the scene with horror.

“…That being was so terrifying that I was blinded after just one look and my divine power was completely burned out.

I fell into endless darkness, surrounded by fear and confusion.

Now I hope the oracle will tell me, the goddess... has she really fallen into the void?"

The woman looked at her quietly, her eyes complicated at first, then became arrogant and indifferent.

"What I can tell you is that since I'm here, the goddess will return to the kingdom of God sooner or later."

Margaret suddenly burst into tears, even though her blind eyes could no longer shed tears.

"You saved me, Lord God!
My parents, my parents' parents, and my ancestors are all believers of the Goddess.

I was sent to the church when I was just born. Now, more than seventy years have passed, and faith has long been my life.

Thank you for giving me a new lease of life!"

The woman looked at the high priest with a sad expression, and her eyes showed a hint of approval.

“You, are very good!
Get up, the goddess has billions of incarnations, how could she fall so easily? "

"As ordered."

In the morning, Raven arrived at the White Tower, where Feyre and Murdosak were already waiting for him.

Today they are leaving for Poincare.

Before leaving, he arranged everything for his brother and Angie, and their residence was also protected by someone special.

As for my mother, after Murdoch's visit to St. Peter's Basilica, her treatment cycle increased from once a month to twice a month, with the most senior bishop presiding over it.

And it's completely free.

At this point, Riven had no more worries and set off with peace of mind.

Their goal is the Gate of the World.

A day later, the news that Raven had become a magician spread throughout the White Tower. The news was announced by Master Goethe himself.

No one can forget the master's expression at that time——

His face was flushed and he looked extremely proud, as if the boy was his own son.

The students had mixed emotions, including surprise, disbelief, jealousy, and so on.

The significance of this news far exceeded the time when Raven became a lord.

the reason is simple--

Dante has hundreds of lords, but how many magicians does he have?

For a country, the magician is strategic and his value is immeasurable. How can a small lord compare to him?
To put it bluntly, the magic master is on par with saints, and even earls and marquises have to show respect when meeting him.

Strangely, Raven has never appeared since Master Goethe announced the news.

This is a vast plain.

The ground was covered with deep hoof prints, apparently having been trampled by countless cavalrymen. The cold wind was howling, and the air was filled with solemnity.

The two armies slowly approached.

On one side, the army was marching in a solemn and orderly manner with flags flying.

The army on the other side was huge and looked a bit messy, but strong and rugged.

The two armies approached a certain distance and stopped.

"The timing is still immature." Grand Duke Lennon stared at the opposite side and said in a deep voice.

At this time, he was wearing a green helmet and green armor, and his face was indifferent.

"This is the best opportunity. The opposing commander has changed and is very difficult to deal with."

A female warrior in silver armor said, it was Shilin.

"Humph! This commander never shows up. Do you think I have no idea?
I just didn’t expect that Zhimin would be such a patient guy.”

"Father, how long will it take for His Majesty's reinforcements to arrive? We are running out of depth."

Archduke Lennon was silent for a moment:
"There's a big problem over at Poincare, and most of your Majesty's cavalry regiment has gone to support them.

As for the south, Turan is pressing forward step by step, and the Lunar Eclipse Cavalry Regiment can no longer be withdrawn. Vice Prime Minister Loran notified me to hold on a little longer."

"persist in?"

The female warrior tightened her grip on the gun and said in a deep voice:

“What they said was really cool.

We are facing most of the Saint Alliance, how can Lennon alone resist? "

"Or... let's wait a little longer.

Your Majesty has already taken action against the nobles, and I think he will be able to organize a reinforcement soon."

The female general said disdainfully: "Those noble children?
Haha, it’s good enough that they don’t drag us down.”

"There was nothing we could do," Lennon said with a wry smile. "They moved."

The Holy Alliance warriors separated into two sides, and a team of majestic White Yao warriors came out, surrounding a tall wise man.

Zhimin was riding a nearly four-meter-long white tiger, holding a big sword, looking extremely domineering. It was Passatero.

He looked at the fierce formation of human cavalry indifferently and said solemnly to one side:

“The opposing commander is indeed very powerful, but in terms of the ability to grasp the battle situation, we are still at a disadvantage.

But even so, we still have the advantage.”

"Thanks to your wisdom, you forced them to fight in advance. I didn't expect these humans to be so difficult to deal with."

A strong man from the Moragu tribe said.

He was nearly two meters tall, with reddish-gray skin, a simple face and a large, prominent forehead.

Especially his arms, which are disproportionately long compared to his body, and his whole body exudes a barbaric aura.

"No, our advantage is not huge. It would be better if the Holy Beast Prophet was here." The speaker was the Titan Moon Spirit who was nearly four meters tall.

His whole body was full of strong muscles, revealing tremendous strength, and his resolute face exuded a sense of majesty without even showing anger.

"He has more important things to do. If he succeeds, it will not be impossible to conquer the entire Dante," Passatello explained.

"Hmph, even if there are only a few of us, it won't be difficult to defeat them." The person who spoke this time was a man covered in a silver robe.

His voice sounded like the friction of metal, harsh and strange.

This is the elder of the Xingyin tribe.

The Xingyin tribe is also a special existence among the ancient survivors.

They seemed to appear suddenly, extremely mysterious and powerful, and the blood of every member of the tribe contained terrifying power.

"Everyone, please don't be careless. We need to go all out in this battle," Passatero warned.

"Humph! Just Lennon, who has been chased everywhere these days. Your Baiyao tribe is afraid of them, but my Huangyou tribe is not!"

A disdainful voice sounded.

(End of this chapter)