It's not that difficult to open a hospital in another world, right? Chapter 895: Legendary Mage: Little Grete’s things are so useful (10,000 rewards plus 4 updates)
Chapter 895: Legendary Mage: Little Grete’s things are so useful (10,000 rewards plus 4 updates)
On the magic circle, the white light spots were beating, expanding and shrinking, getting brighter and brighter. When its size and brightness were almost stable, Gretel was shocked to see that the seven churches opposite were all bright.
A flash of white light flashed together!
"The other side is going to use a big move!" He couldn't help but raise his voice: "Cerela, come and see!"
"I saw it!" Cerira turned her back to him and didn't look back. At some point, she had changed back to her human form, rushed to the telescope, and was lying on the barrel of the telescope to watch with pleasure:
"It's such a long piece! It's so long, such a long piece of white light Grete. Come over here and look at it. You can see it clearly here!"
Gretel stared at the magic circle and wanted to find a notebook to write it down. However, a brilliant white light had already shone into the cave. He turned his head subconsciously, and then jumped up with an "oops" sound:
Light.
The vast light.
From across the strait, from the top of the city of Calais, and from the top of Liulian City, patches of white light rose up.
The white light connects, condenses, and vaguely forms the shape of a building, which is both like a mountain and a palace.
There was something faintly moving above, like flying or running. Gretel tried his best to see something, but he couldn't make out anything clearly.
However, the feeling of depression in my heart is getting heavier and heavier. It's like dark clouds pressing over the city. Even though the rainstorm has not yet fallen, people's chest is getting more and more stuffy. It takes a lot of effort to take a breath.
"Grete, look!" Cerela waved to him desperately. At the same time, she turned sideways and reluctantly opened half of her eyes, with a look on her face: "I'll try to look at you for one more second before you come over..."
Grete smiled at her, stood on tiptoes, and walked past her towards the entrance of the cave. He added an eagle eye spell to himself and tried his best to see.
He couldn't see clearly at first, but after looking for a while, the scene in front of him became clearer and clearer. It was as if there was a strange force that wanted to push these scenes to his eyes and engraved them into his heart.
He saw a mountain.
A towering mountain made of white light.
The mountain is divided into seven levels. On the bottom level, there are ordinary human figures, either farming, herding, weaving, or running around. In short, they are no different from believers in the world.
The second level is also ordinary human beings. But they no longer work. Some people are copying books, some are wielding swords, and some are singing and playing. Look at the movements, they are slow and leisurely, showing indescribable joy.
Occasionally, one of these people suddenly stops working, and a pair of white wings sprouts from his back. He spreads his wings and flies high into the sky, flying to the third floor.
The third and fourth floors, up and down, are all angels with wings on their backs. The only difference is that the ones on the third floor seem to be working, while the ones on the fourth floor are just singing hymns wholeheartedly.
As they sang, little white lights fell down like snowflakes. When they fell below, there were people below who were filled with joy and held them in their hands.
While the fifth floor is occupied by four-winged angels, there are only a few seraphs occupying the sixth floor. They hold swords on their backs, harps in their arms, or they hold books and scepters in their hands, looking majestic and majestic, overlooking the four directions.
"How many people are here?" Gretel whispered:
"It's so far away that I can't see clearly... seven? There seems to be more than... could it be nine? But the doctrine has only been changed in the past two years. I'm afraid it's too late to add new angels, right?"
Before he finished, he felt that the figures of the seraphs were changing, and their wings were flickering and flickering, as if they were incomplete. Seven extra figures away, they began to sway as if there was a lack of contact.
Grete desperately tried to see more clearly, but his eyes were burning, and he burst into tears. He screamed and covered his eyes:
"Stingy...if you don't want to read it, you won't read it. As for..."
He turned his palms inward and quickly threw healing spells at himself. Finally his eyes got better. He looked up from between his fingers and saw a figure standing on the top of the mountain on the 7th floor.
The figure seemed extremely small, so small that it only occupied a little bit of territory on the top of the mountain;
It seemed extremely grand, so grand that when he stood up, the whole world was shaking.
Thousands of rays of light, thousands of auspicious auras, a golden scale flowing on the churning sea waves, and the clouds around Liulian City glowed with splendor...
"What is this?" Next to Gretel, Cerela lowered her voice subconsciously, as if she was afraid of disturbing the giant of light:
"Is it their god? Or what they said...what kind of angel? Can he fight? If he punches out, who can catch it?"
Gretel didn't know the answer. He only knew that when the Giant of Light stood up, everyone on the 7-story mountain fell to the ground. White light shone and the sound of chants went up to the sky:
"Holy, holy..."
The Giant of Light looked around. Then, he raised his palm and pointed blankly in the direction of Ostend.
A ray of white light, slender and clean, seemed to have no lethality. It was just a beam of sunlight cast from the sky. However, when it hit the ground, the whole world seemed to shake.
With a thought in mind, Grete rushed back to the magic circle to observe. The entire magic circle was occupied by the seven-layer light mountain, which occupied a small half of the area, and the other side of the strait was almost completely occupied. And Ostend, Ostend
The place where the light spot was before suddenly exploded. That brightness, that color, if Gretel were to mark it, he would mark a small mushroom cloud there...
Or maybe it was completely flattened. Grete looked at the marks on the map, the hill, and the facilities in the hill. Maybe all the facilities on the hill had disappeared and turned into a depression?
Is there anyone here?
Are there any of our people?
Are there any of our magicians, or warriors?
Grete was heartbroken. After the giant of light struck, he raised his hand again and pressed it down gently. Under the palm, white light puffed out, and a palm made of white light was faintly visible, as if it was about to fly out.
With this palm strike, it will hit the city of Ostend, right?
Or a nearby rebel camp?
Gretel was in a panic. Although when it came to the final exchange of chess pieces, any chess piece could be exchanged, but after all, the city of Ostend got the promise of the parliament and only raised troops at this time.
Is it possible to save them?
Is there any way to withstand or block the opponent's attack?
Gretel's thoughts were racing. On the way here, his senior sister hurriedly threw him various legendary spells and asked him to memorize them, one by one, flowing through his mind.
At that time, I was only busy on my way and asked my senior sister for advice. I just memorized the background information hastily. Now I just regret that I didn't memorize it in detail and didn't think it through. No, no, not even this...
All the legendary spells of the protection system seem to be aimed at a single person, or at most a small group; to interrupt the attack of the light people, do they have to rely on attack against attack?
Who goes on first?
Could it be, could it be a teacher?
Just as she was thinking of this, Cerela suddenly exclaimed and pointed forward.
Gretel rushed over to take a look, and saw that the majestic mountain of light suddenly shook like a reflection in the water, and the surrounding area began to resemble a lake, disintegrating. Layer by layer, it gradually collapsed, and at the same time, what exploded was the roar from the opposite side that resounded throughout the world.
:
"Bitch!!!"
Huh?
Did we succeed?
Who is it? Which legend is it, and what great magic is used?
Grete stood on tiptoe, tiptoe, until her toes were almost broken. She only regretted that she had never learned ballet and could not stand on her toes. Unfortunately, she still couldn't see anything. She could only hear a faint sound of laughter between heaven and earth:
"hehe……"
"whee……"
"Ha ha ha ha ha ha ha……"
The voice sounded like it was from the control system. Gretel mumbled silently.
And somewhere he couldn't see, the legend of the control system, Ms. Almeida, [Philosopher's Rose], wrapped up her students and rushed to the other side of the strait with a smile. Only dozens of instruments were left behind, which fell in Liulian City.
Everywhere outside, they are still outputting tirelessly:
"Little Grete's research on brain waves is really good. By splitting various emotions into various brain waves, you can output them with high power~"
"It can also be powered by electric motors! Dozens of them at a time!"
"We're gone, these things can still work! Let them find them slowly!"
"Haha, the most important thing about prayer, which is the basis of the great god's descending technique, is that everyone is united as one, and we are the ones who are most afraid of us! Give us an encouragement here, a scare there, a temptation there, and I'll let you pray!
"
"Next time, you can join forces with those from the illusion department, for example, perform some hot dance in mid-air, and match it with some sound effects or something?"
The mountain of light collapsed and the person of light disappeared. Gretel squinted his eyes and saw that on the magic array plate, the white light on the other side of the strait had almost disappeared, leaving only a faint remnant, as if it had been washed away by a flood and had not been completely washed away.
Clean paint palette.
And in this thin white light, a golden light suddenly burst out and rushed forward. It was extremely fast and fierce, getting closer and closer, and it was about to overlap on the magic array.
Before Grete could say "Oh!", a thunderbolt suddenly flashed across the sky!
This thunderbolt was sharp and powerful. It was just a blow, and the golden light suddenly broke away and escaped back to the city.
The colorful light flew away without looking back, but after the thunderbolt flew across the sky, one after another, dense electric lights fell towards the city of Calais like raindrops!
Grete suddenly stood up.
Dark clouds are pressing down on the city, and cumulonimbus clouds are rubbing against each other, which originally gave birth to lightning and thunder; however, such dense lightning and such precise attack direction...
Teacher, the teacher must be here!
"Dekal! Do you want to die here?"
The other side roared again. Gretel stretched his ears hard, but could not hear any sound from his own side. The teacher's clear and indifferent voice, slightly mocking, did not resound throughout the world.
There were only lightnings in the clouds like waterfalls, falling down one after another, accompanied by various flashes of light. The people in the church must have tried their best to attack the teacher, but the attack failed, or they could not lock on?
"Dekar!!!"
With the roar, another mountain of light rose on the top of the cathedral. On the top of the mountain of light, the giant held a long sword and slashed it with all his strength.
Divine Descent Technique?!
Another divine descending technique?!
A divine spell was broken just now. How could they attack the second one so quickly? Even if they organize people to pray, it should take some time to accumulate power, right?
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The pursuit of reading... the pursuit of reading also plummeted.
The mood is very unpleasant.
Fortunately, I only have to write 4,000 words tomorrow...