The densely packed monsters in the city rushed towards the light!
They galloped away crazily, and the monsters that rushed out of the alley even hit the wall directly, and then smashed through the wall crazily and rushed over there, even if they hit their own heads with blood and wounds, they would not stop.
crazy!
It’s not just Warcraft that’s going crazy!
Even the entire city-state seems to be going crazy!
The dense golden light has illuminated the entire night sky. The sky above Guangming City is as bright as day, and the golden light is as brilliant as the sun.
Xu Shuo walked forward without stopping.
Even though there was a monster in front of him, it roared and opened its mouth at him.
呲——
The golden sickle swung over and cut off a row of monsters in an instant. Blood of various colors splashed, but it quickly evaporated in the light.
The smile on the Saintess of Light's face has disappeared.
She looked at the army of monsters around her with an expressionless face.
The church has no longer been attacked by the army of Warcraft.
When there were more and more monsters, the Saint of Light had already informed the priesthood and the nuns about the situation here. However, they were unable to break through the dense army of monsters and come in for support.
The church can now only try its best to eliminate those monsters that are rushing towards them from the periphery. What is a little better is that these monsters will not attack them at all!
They have completely lost their minds. No matter what resistance is in front of them, they will rush directly without any dodge.
Seeing this, the Holy Lady of Light sighed slightly.
"You are forcing me to use..."
She was about to mutter something to herself, but at the next moment she suddenly noticed the threat from above. The Saint of Light quickly looked up and saw a piece of freezing frost falling!
"Xiao Hei did something bad, your little female dragon is gone~"
The Saint of Light whispered to herself, then a strange smile appeared on her cold face, and she wielded the golden sickle and swung it towards the piece of frost that had fallen on her head!
boom--!
When the two sides collided, a brilliant aurora exploded in mid-air, intertwined with pale and golden colors.
The strong frost began to spread along the sickle, competing with the power of faith, dissipating and re-condensing in the collision of power.
The ice and snow elves that attacked were even more cold and hard.
She thought about it.
Although I don't know what happened here.
I don’t know why the power of dawn faith in my body suddenly became so restless.
But since these monsters have already charged out of control, why not seize this opportunity to restrain the Saint of Light? At least let these monsters successfully explore what is in the center of the light!
That ray of light was so noticeable that the naked eye could not look directly at it, and the ice and snow elf felt an inexplicable fear and panic in his heart!
Stop him no matter what!
"Oh, you little bitch, what a great idea."
The Saint of Light who was holding the golden scythe suddenly laughed, and she closed one eye playfully: "But do you think you can really stop me?"
The ice and snow elf suddenly felt something in her heart.
The next moment, the Saintess of Light's closed left eye opened again. In her eyes was a brilliant golden light, and a compass-shaped clock appeared faintly.
"Wheel of Fortune (Reversed)"
"——I don’t know the details of the change."
The ice and snow elf who looked at him was stunned for a moment.
After that, her body was suddenly thrown upwards uncontrollably. There were explosion-like scars on many places on her body, and her head was in severe pain. Her whole body seemed to have suffered many injuries in an instant.
At the same time, those monsters that were already close at hand were all thrown away by the invisible shock wave.
But their power was obviously not as powerful as the ice and snow elves, so when the scattered bodies were thrown away, they were directly blown into pieces and annihilated, instantly clearing the place into a hollow area.
The Saint of Light groaned, and she suddenly raised her hand to cover her left eye, and golden-red blood flowed from between her fingers.
She staggered a bit and used the sickle to support herself.
At this time, the group of light that was walking slowly suddenly stopped, and the light in the center was so dazzling that only white could be seen.
Golden light trails are still flying from all directions.
The sky above our heads was as bright as day.
There is a light and melodious singing sound floating in the air, vague and uncertain, like a song and a blessing from a sincere prayer.
The light from her side came to her side.
The Saint of Light, who was covering her left eye, was suddenly startled.
She looked up towards the center of the light.
Then, she seemed to see something. A sacred smile of attachment and admiration appeared on her face. She held her cheek with her hands and chuckled: "Ah~ my god!"
A hand stretched out from the light, stroking her hair that was hanging down from her temples, and placed his fingertips on her left eye, which was dripping with blood and tears, and gently rubbed it.
Then a warm and soft voice came out kindly.
"Don't laugh, it's a bit ugly."
"..."
The crimson expression of the Saint of Light cracked slightly: "You are not my god!"
The man in the light withdrew his hand.
He put his palm in front of his eyes and looked at it carefully, but did not respond to the Saint of Light's question. Then he waved his hand gently, and a golden torrent swarmed out.
The golden light particles carried the ice and snow monsters not far away, entangled them like gravel, and then flowed to other places again.
As for the monster that was shrouded in light, its strong body quickly shriveled up, its snow-gray hair became dull and irrelevant, and the sharp claws and claws it had previously shrunk and disappeared.
It seems that it has returned to an ordinary beast.
The cold winter days have become extremely warm at this moment.
The sky of Guangming City still shines with brilliance, and a sun-like ray of light rises from the sun crown of the Guangming God Statue until it illuminates the distant night into day.
No more darkness can be seen.
"My god was born from darkness, and since then the world has been filled with warm light."
This is a miracle.
A miracle that shocked everyone.
The Saint of Light began to look at stars again: "My God..."
The man in the light suddenly waved his hand again, and then a ray of golden light struck into the distance of the sky, tightly wrapping around a snow-white figure.
"ah--!"
The ice elf struggled violently, covering her head in pain. The freezing cold overflowed from her body uncontrollably, and was then swallowed up by the golden light.
She opened her eyes wide, her pupils contracted and expanded, and a silvery coldness slowly wandered out of her eyes.
Then, the person in the light hooked his fingers.
The light flew back carrying the silvery chill.
"What a sad dawn."
The man in the light sighed.
"No, this generation of Dawn practitioners have begun to read the Canon of Light."
The man in the light said again.
"Perhaps He will be reborn in the future."
The person in the light crushed this silvery coldness.
He came into the air and scanned the messy area of Guangming City. The light from his body once again spread out like a torrent, like an endless river, occupying every inch of this disaster-stricken city-state.
The survivors in the city all walked out involuntarily. They looked up at the figure in the sky devoutly, praying and blessing.
The clergy of the Church of Light had blazing eyes, shouting and reveling with even more reverence.
There are no more sounds of fighting and wailing in this city.
Only gospel-like music and singing remain.
It was like a golden beam of light that penetrated the dark night and shone on the devastated ruins. From then on, people could only see that light.
