Swiftly flying through the storm in the flames of war, he lightly lifted the hood on Isidore's head, revealing first his long golden hair, and then many humans who were looking at him through the flower of time. The aliens were all surprised, surprised and unbelievable.

face.

Except for his name, Isidore has not changed anything from the past. When he was Isidore, the Holy Son of Light, there were not many people who came into contact with Isidore.

Isidore almost lost everything blessed by God. Tonight, Isidore wanted to regain everything with his original identity.

Sekira plucked the radiant strings and hummed the song of victory with the angels of light. Feathers fell from the darkness-occupied evil sky due to the singing, and the war angel raised the holy sword and golden shield, as hot as the flame of victory.

The wings burned, surrounding the truly pure and flawless holy light, and stopped beside Isidore.

The fire-scorched earth trembled due to Isidore's actions at this moment. The eyes hidden in the ashes and light, and the servants of light that were originally used as sacrifices to protect the buds, also slightly revealed their shapes due to the inconceivability at this moment.

The flower buds surge and expand like the rapid breath of a beast, spitting out a turbid mist that looks like evaporated blood.

The pope lost control of his emotions due to Isidore's appearance, and this time he lied and became angry.

Obviously the integration is about to be completed——

The animal head growing out of the flesh and blood bit the abdomen of the Pope's body, but even if it spewed more poison into his soul, the Pope's thoughts were no longer guided by it, and all his thoughts were on Isidore.

Adolel guided the devil to seize the opportunity and tear apart the 'angels', the slaves of light, who appeared in large numbers due to the Pope's thoughts.

Isidore held up the Feather of the Holy Light Angel in his left hand, and held the staff of brilliance in his right hand. He was bathed in the sacred sky light, letting the flames and airflow entangle his long hair, and held the staff

Pointing straight at the buds that were stirring violently behind the light barrier, he approached with steady steps while firming up his belief, "Take my faith as an oath, I will definitely purify the sins caused by myself."

The feathers of light falling from the sky burst, and divine light gathered on the tip of the staff in Isidore's hand. Not only the angel's light, but also himself was glowing, as if he was about to merge with the light and use his life force to release the final purification.

Lolis's fingers clenched the staff, but her magic could not be shared with Isidore at this moment, and Padrick's blessing magic had no effect either. Ern held his breath, Musel tensed... Everyone watched nervously

, praying in his heart that Isidore would succeed, but also worrying that he would be injured.

Even Ryan held the staff tightly with his fingers and looked calmly at Isidore, who was surrounded by light. Even if his time and space magic might be exposed in advance and he could not kill the Pope and evil with one blow, he and Andrew still had to protect Isidore.

you.

The 'Water Elemental Elf' on Musel's shoulder opened its mouth slightly and spat out a string of colorful foam as if at random.

The luminous foam imprints the phantom, recording between reality and illusion, and flies quietly and quietly to Isidore with the wind.

The demon soldiers gathered together because of Adore, and Baroque waved his claws to release the demon insects. The black hellfire spread faster on the dark land, burning and devouring all the 'angels' that were about to get close.

As the ashes piled up, the earth burned by the fire of war shook slightly. From the cracks crawled out many "Beast Angels" that resembled humans and spider mothers, with spines covered with sharp spines on their arms, and a pair of huge bone wings on their backs.

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"May the light always bless you——"

Padrick and the light mages cast spells at the same time, guiding the holy light to protect themselves and stabilize the ground around their companions, preventing them from falling to the ground due to the hidden evil.

Everyone can clearly see that deep in the cracks, there are all those weird eyeballs in the previous incarnation of the pope. The places covered by the darkness are densely packed and innumerable. They are extended in all directions irregularly and tangled with bloodshot threads, like they are crawling out of a tomb.

One hideous ugly monster after another.

The sudden outbreak of evil prevented the light from being gathered by Isidore. The Pope knew Isidore's power thousands of years ago... Although he was not sure whether Isidore was chanting the god-given magic in his memory at this moment, but because Isidore was so

The light he was guiding was too pure, and the Pope did not want him to successfully call for light here.

As the sky light alternated between pure white and darkness, and was burned by hellfire, the no longer pure river surged violently, and then cracked in the middle.

A large amount of light emerged from the exploded river surface, followed by an illusory figure condensed by the water.

The first petal on the outermost layer of the bud protected by the barrier fully bloomed, revealing a gray arm that could not be covered and resembled an immature wing.

The golden river water blends with the evil light power, and the illusive figure gradually becomes clear.

The figure in the water condensed into the original appearance of the Pope, and he silently fell from the water to the earth.

When the second petal of the bud fell to the ground, the 'beast angels' crawling out from the ground stopped moving, and the water of light merged into the space for a moment, stopping in front of Isidore and holding the tip of his staff tightly with both hands, using their own

The power to dissolve Isidore's pure light.

Isidore did not stop casting spells, and looked at the new incarnation controlled by the pope with an indifferent expression. When the light at the tip of his staff spread through the water, the face of the incarnation of the water gradually became clear.

The lights of reunion merged and resisted each other at this moment. Because of Isidore's light, everyone discovered that the water incarnation that gradually resembled the real person actually had an appearance very similar to that of the Holy Son Isidore.

It's just that there are too many impurities in the water, and even if it releases light magic, it is far less holy and peaceful than Isidore.

Contact with the tip of the staff melted the water flow, and the incarnation continued to use more sacrifices to stop it. He tried hard to cover up the light of the tip of the staff with water, but was unable to contaminate Isidore's whole body.

The war angel raised his holy sword and dived to strike at the incarnation of water flow.

The 'Beast Angel' waved its sickle-shaped arms to stop the Holy Angel Sword under the Pope's will.

The animal head in the bud increased the intensity of the bite. Even the 'piranha' flower spread its petals and released a sweet smell in an attempt to confuse the soul. However, the pope, whose soul was corroded, was all focused on Isidore at the moment.

On the body.

Due to the split power creating an incarnation, the sacrifices on the ground can no longer be fully maintained. Although the barrier of holy light is still protecting the bud, it is easier to break and corrode than before.

Padrick and others approached Isidore one after another. Under the guidance of the 'Water Elemental Spirit', those colorful bubbles became transparent and hid beside Isidore, silently surrounding him.

"This really surprised me."

The incarnation of water flow held the staff with both hands, and released turbid light from the palm of his hand. His eyes looked directly into Isidore's eyes, and he opened up and down like a mouth sewn with needle and thread. The sound was like a rotten apple falling to the ground.

No longer pretending to be hypocritical like before.

The incarnation asked with unconcealed eyes: "I thought you were the Mage of Light who appeared that night. It seems that there are still many secrets hidden in you... You can recover this kind of power in a short time. How did you deceive me?"

Where did my perception hide more things? Who was the Mage of Light that night? How did you do all this?"

There were so many things he wanted to question, and the Pope couldn't figure out how Isidore did it. If he had this ability, why did he have to endure it for thousands of years and be willing to retain the identity of the Son in the temple and let him trample on his dignity?

Starting from the war that shouldn't have broken out tonight, everything that was going smoothly seems to have turned into an illusion.

He should have successfully become a god...

Isidore's eyes were slightly raised coldly, and he used his staff to push the incarnation of water flow back toward the flower bud. He asked in a cold voice: "You stole everything from me...my wisdom, my talents, including the things I once received from God's grace.

All the glory has been taken away by you."

Even though he was angry in his heart, Isidore still remained holy. He continued to focus more light on the tip of the staff, and gradually calmly stared at the swaying eyes of the water incarnation, "You can appear because of the God of Lies, and you can steal my life because of the God of Lies."

All... you want to become a god, this is simply an impossible delusion. What does the God of Lies want to use you for, do you still need to ask me about this kind of thing?"

"If you only have this kind of wisdom and can't think of the real answer..." Isidore's eyes naturally showed pity, "If you have been rotten by lies to this point, I really don't want to admit that you are the most important person in my soul.

Darkness divided by lies.”

Isidore pretended to be calm and maintained the light at the tip of his staff, trying to confuse the pope's mind with words.

Just as Isidore expected in his heart, his simple words had an unexpected effect.

Even if the Pope doesn't show it on the surface, Ryan, Maas... can all detect the Pope's uneasy mood at this moment. Including the bud blessed by the light, the second petal is about to bloom at this time and is shaking violently under multiple attacks.

But what many people find unbelievable is that the Pope is actually Isidore, the darkness that split within the body of the Son of Light.

Everything is too confusing.

The water incarnation was shattered by the intensifying power of light, and then the light merged again.

The incarnation's ferocious eyes moved away from Isidore and looked at the man in black robe behind him who was approaching with the angel feather in his hand. His voice became more ugly due to emotion: "Since you can regain your strength, then she must be Andrea.

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There was no change in Isidore's eyes. Andrea stopped, used magic to remove the hood and black robe, stretched the white wings on her back, and used holy light magic to assist Isidore in suppressing the power of the Pope.

The incarnation of the water flow snorted coldly, and the main body's heart trembled, "As expected...even you are the same."

"May the Holy Light be eternal."

Andrea held up the slowly rotating angel feathers and reached an agreement with Isidore through the props. Her golden eyes were sacred and her voice was peaceful and she whispered to the incarnation, "No matter the past or the future, even if you sacrifice, what we expect is

It has always been the arrival of eternal light, praying to return to the embrace of the God of Light."

"So that's it." The incarnation of the water flow closed his eyes, and then his thoughts came to his senses, "Did I actually be deceived by the God of Lies?"

The moment the Pope's body controlled the incarnation said these words, the last light of this 'Land of Holy Light' ceased to exist.

The 'sun' in the sky fell into the river, and the darkness completely suppressed the light. The holy light barrier used for protection broke silently, the withered flower buds were bathed in the dark clouds, and the second petal completely fell to the ground.

"The opportunity to fight back has come."

Baroque threw out the fire that had been accumulated for a long time in his hand, flapped his back wings and dived down at full speed.

Adolel raised the whip in his hand, and all the demon soldiers attacked the flower bud at the same time.

The buds that protect the body are tender and curled up by the burning of hellfire.

Isidore chanted in a low voice and used holy light to shatter the condensed incarnation of the water. He raised his staff high towards the place where the fire spread, guided the broken feathers of light beside him, condensed it into a beam of light arrows and penetrated the center of the fire.

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When exposed to light, the flames burned more rapidly, until the painful screams of wild beasts could be heard from the 'buds'. The monsters and 'beast angels' that emerged from the cracks in the plains also had their bodies burned by the flames that ignited them, and they emitted extremely violent sounds.

Anguished wails of pain.

In a dark world, all the monsters melted due to the flames, the eyeballs in the cracks disappeared, and countless green will-o'-the-wisps floated underground like the eyes of the undead. The outstretched petals of the giant flower buds withered, and began to rot at the roots in the flames until the fire completely dissipated.

, in the end there was only a pile of black mud left in place.

The originally pure river turned into a river of lava due to the falling sun, rushing violently to wash away the corpses of death and decay, and broken bones spewed out from the cracks in the ground.
To be continued...