The wind continues to blow.

But there is a hint of bone-filled coldness in this gentle wind.

It's already autumn.

Iros looked back at the picturesque scene in the secret realm, took a deep breath of cool air, and then stepped onto the long stairs of the Temple of Light.

The moment Iroth stepped onto the long steps, there were a hundred low-level angels descending from the air and landing on both sides of the long steps. Every hundred steps, there would be a pair of angels.

Unlike the arrogant and hatred attitudes that were previously shown in front of Ilos, these low-level angels who came were humble and awe at this moment.

Whenever Iroth passes through the middle of a pair of angels, the two angels will kneel down and display their light wings behind them to show their obedience to the superiors.

The light wings of these descending angels are different in light and dark. The closer they are to the Great Temple of Light, the brighter their light wings will be. The light wings behind the ten angels standing at the gate of the Great Temple of Light have become as solid as they are.

This is not because the angels close to the Great Temple of Light are extremely powerful, but the closer they get to the Great Temple of Light, the more power they will get.

What the Grand Temple of Light emits is not the faint holy light of the past, but a layer of soft blue glow.

The entire Great Temple of Light was trembling slightly, whispering, and looking down at Iros who was climbing up the stairs as if there was life.

The sky in the secret realm is blue, and there is endless majesty and power hidden in the blue. The entire sky seems to be the eyes of gods, staring at everything that happens in the mortal world.

The two giant doors of the Great Temple of Light slowly opened with the roar. At the opening, the Pope wore a high crown, dressed in gorgeous clothes, and held a high scepter. He walked out of the gate slowly and stood on the edge of the steps.

At this time, the Pope was dispelled from the plain and stern face, and a faint radiance of radiance appeared on his wrinkled face!

The Pope walked to the top of the long stairs and slowly opened his eyes. When the eyes that had appeared countless planes of survival and death were opened, it seemed that his not-burly body had already risen higher than the towering Temple of Light!

The hymns sounded throughout the secret realm, and waves of sacred lights were like fog and waves, falling from the sky, or gushing out from the earth and the mountains, washing the mortal world in the world.

There were countless petals falling from the sky like rain, falling on Iroth and on the long steps in front of him.

In the colorful rain of flowers, there are many extremely small angels, flying around Ilos, singing praises to his deeds, and hoping to bathe in his glory.

Iros stopped and looked back.

Behind him, Lilith and Julia Yingying followed, Lise was incompetent.

He looked forward again, and there seemed to be a long staircase that was endless, with humble angels, colorful flowers, brilliance and glory. There were even little angels born to praise him!

Iroth looked at his hand again, and he held two white wings tightly in his hand. The wings belonged to Elizabeth, the once glorious angel of wisdom.

At this moment, she was angry, confused, confused and frightened.

She struggled, but all struggles were in vain.

Only a pair of her wings remained, and it fell into the hands of others. As long as Iros' land hand was tightened slightly, she would have no power to resist.

In fact, Elizabeth is suffering from indescribable pain.

Inside her body, there seemed to be a tiny space storm raging.

The power of the wise angel is endless, but every time a trace of new earth power is generated, it will be absorbed by a much stronger space storm.

Not only that, Elizabeth's entity is constantly collapsing, decomposing into the unconscious original power of Paradise Mountain. There are countless space cracks circling in her body. Wherever she passes, no matter how strong the material is, it will be torn apart!

Elizabeth understood that all this actually originated from the fact that her uplifted power exceeded the limitations of this plane, which caused disorder and disintegration.

However, before the power reaches the limit that space can accommodate, she should be aware of it.

But for some reason, Elizabeth did not discover the power limit of this plane at all. When her power broke through the upper limit of the plane, another option was to temporarily break through the space barrier and hide in the space storm.

But how could the four opponents she faced at that time give her this opportunity?

In Paradise Hill, the dazzling brilliance of the Wisdom Angel is enough to suppress the light Angels that have not entered the angel sequence, and its power is far from all the Wisdom Angels.

However, when both sides are limited in their power, in terms of fighting alone, themis is comparable to Elizabeth. Moreover, she is severely damaged by the Eye of Destruction and can no longer contact the God of Wisdom, so many incompetent skills cannot be cast.

Elizabeth's mind was only awake for a moment, and she tried her best to gather strength, trying to burn herself, transform herself into the unconscious power of the God's origin, and return to Paradise Hill.

Although in this way, in a sense, the wisdom angel on Paradise Mountain can be said to have disappeared from now on, but she is willing!

The glory of the Wisdom Angel will never allow her to be so insulted!

How could those wings that once carried infinite glory become a humble and ordinary person, an evil heretic?

But as soon as her power was gathered, Elos had noticed it. When his hands tightened, a force that seemed to be nothingness came into Elizabeth's wings. Wherever he passed, all the abnormal energy movements in her body disappeared without a trace.

As soon as the power of resistance disappeared, Elizabeth's consciousness gradually blurred again, and she moaned.

She wanted to scream, but couldn't. She looked out with her eyes and there was only a blazing energy flame!

In fact, if Iroth had not suppressed the energy storm that was raging in her body with her own strength, Elizabeth would have already ignited into a flame at this moment.

After suppressing Elizabeth's resistance, Iroth smiled slightly, raised his head, and met the eyes of the Pope who was standing on the top of the long steps, as if he was already supporting the heaven and earth!

At the moment when the eyes meet, the world is quiet and the wind stops.

Between the Holy Rain, the Flower Rain and the Little Angel, there was an invisible huge lightning passing by.

Finally, Iros smiled. Faced with such glory and glory, there was an indescribable bitterness in his smile.

He took a step forward and climbed up again.

Time in the secret realm seems to flow extremely slowly, and it seems to be as fast as a river rushing.

In a blink of an eye, Iros had stepped over ten thousand levels and stood in front of the Pope.

In his eyes, the Pope was still a huge darkness, and there was no light in the darkness.

Siscott stood behind the pope with a strange face. He looked at the hundred angels who were still kneeling on the long steps, and then looked at Lilith and Julia, as well as the angels in the hands of Ilos.

When he saw a faint blue light rising from Iros, his face changed again, and he finally fell to one knee and knelt down at Iros.

Iroth did not notice the obedience of the Son. He just stared at the Pope's eyes in a daze. In those indescribable eyes, there were too many planes of birth and death.

I don't know how long it took, but the Pope finally raised his scepter and beat him hard, so the entire secret realm trembled for a moment.

In line with his actions, countless thunders exploded in the sky of the secret realm, and a high-pitched chant that penetrated the clouds resounded through every corner of the secret realm!

The sky opened, and a beautiful and somewhat weak angel fell from the sky. She had a pair of blue wings behind her, her hands stretched forward respectfully, and a ball of light was slowly rotating in her palm.

If you look closely, this light ball is composed of countless mysterious and complex symbols, and each symbol represents a kind of power.

The angel slowly landed in front of Iros, stretched out his hands and presented the ball of light.

Iros stared at the ball of light and felt familiar.

He could not remember how many nights he woke up from that nightmare. Every time he woke up, he was exhausted and sweating profusely.

When he first entered that dream, he had seen three terrifying bodies of ten thousand eyes at a very close distance. In the golden body made of unknown metal, the symbols that kept appearing were very similar to this light ball.

Of course, Iroth now knows that what he dreams of is the main god of Paradise Mountain, the God of Light.

But many times, knowing the truth is not a good thing.

Looking back on the past twenty years, Iros has gone from having nothing to being famous on the mainland now, and has even been able to participate in the battle between the Lord God of Paradise Mountain.

Thinking back now, the past is like smoke.

He suddenly wanted to go back to the past and return to the simple days in the army. After all, life at that time was orderly and passionate, and there was still hope in humility.

At this time, the pope's voice pulled Ilos back to reality, and the old voice had a strange rhythm:

"Ilos, the great God of Light has noticed your piety and merits, so the God of Light has brought down the oracle and gave you a little glory of His glory."

When Iros heard this, his eyes fell on the ball of light in the angel's hand again.

At this moment, all knowledge about this glory appeared in his consciousness.

What the angel offered was indeed the power of God of Light.

However, it is both a force and a chain. The consequences of betraying the faith of the God of Light are by no means comparable to any vow in the world.

Iros finally reached out his hand, his hand trembling.

The Pope said slowly: "Remember humble in the face of unbearable glory, but do not doubt whether you are qualified to receive it when God puts glory before you."

Iros looked at the Temple of Light. Although he could not see it, he could feel that in the temple, the statue had turned into a statue, she was still standing quietly in the holy flames of Paradise Mountain.

The next moment, his hand had reached into the ball of light!

In an instant, countless symbols representing power had already penetrated into his hands.

At this moment, the world is silent.

The sky is a little blue, the mountains are a little blue, and in fact, everything in Iros's eyes is a little blue.

In the silence, Iros finally noticed that at some point Siscott had completely knelt on the ground, and his wings were spreading behind him, facing himself with the most respectful attitude, but Iros's thoughts seemed a little slow, and it took a while before he could react to the holy son's humility.

Iros felt something strange on his back again. He moved slightly and with a whisper, two huge blue wings had already reached in front of him from behind.

Iros gently stroked the two blue wings, and realized something in his heart...
Chapter completed!