"Plop," the lady in a green dress fell down on the blood-stained ice field. The long arrow flying at high speed pierced her heart and flew into the depths of the blizzard without slowing down. Mia was no longer visible. Si struggled to twist his broken neck and looked at the woman ten yards away, "Selfina...Ms. Selfina," blood spilled from the corner of his mouth as he spoke, and the shattered mandible made his words unclear.
There was no answer, the blood soaked the white mink fur outside the green skirt, and her last hope was severely shattered. Mias felt that she was falling into the dark abyss. At this time, orange-red flames suddenly lit up in the clouds, and the magic firebird appeared out of thin air. Appearing in the sky and flying away with wings, this was the foreshadowing left by Lady Serfina at the beginning of the battle. She sent out two firebirds at the same time, using the power of "evil cause and evil fruit" to protect one of them. Letting it appear at random time and space, Mias struggled to hold up his body and groaned: "The Pope... Your Holiness..." Then he spat out a mouthful of blood and fell to the ground, powerlessness and humiliation gnawing at the priest's pride. heart, he was willing to exchange all his soul for powerful power. All this happened because of that astrologer. From the first time he saw him in the golden city of the Tocharian Empire in the southern continent, he knew that Jonah would become his lifelong companion. His old enemy must be killed with his own hands in order to free his soul soaked in resentment.
"Crack," the cross given to him by Pope Herodias suddenly exploded, and a thick black substance overflowed from it, blending into Mias's flesh and blood like life, traveling up and down under the skin. The young priest looked in horror. He watched the strange thing gradually rise along his arm, approaching his heart in the blink of an eye, "What, what is this... I don't want... bastard..."
One hundred and twenty miles away, Herodias, the commander-in-chief of the Second Temporary Legion of the Brotherhood, was immersed in looking at the terrain map. The moment the cross broke, an hourglass in his hand automatically began to flow black fine sand, "Are you starting it?" He nodded and stood up, "No one else can, only this guy's Holy Light Magic can be used as a primer,"
Opening the heavy curtain and walking out of the tent, a blizzard roared in front of me, with four feet of white snow on the ground. The entire camp was crumbling in the strong wind. Pope Herodias waved, and the cardinal in red robes immediately appeared next to him. Gongjinghui reported: "Fifteen more people have died from organ necrosis caused by low temperature. The bodies have been stored for later use. The magician's temperature control array has reached its limit. If the magic potion cannot be replenished, those who control the magic array will The man will die of mental exhaustion, Your Holiness,"
"I know, find a light channel mage to come over. I remember there is one in the combat casting group," Herodia said.
"Yes, Your Majesty the Pope," the cardinal nodded and retreated. After half a minute, a white-robed mage came staggering through the snow, "I am the sixth-level light channel magician Lin Turgust. What can I do? order,"
The Pope pointed to the northwest: "The angle is five degrees and three minutes northwest by north, and the distance is one hundred twenty miles and three hundred yards. Give me the live footage. Can you do it?"
The magician wondered: "With such a heavy wind and snow, it is difficult to build a stable light channel. I can only do my best, Lord Pope." He hesitated, took out the last bottle of blue potion and poured it into his throat. He took out a tripod from his backpack and assembled the magic array and projection disk. Light channel mages are a very special profession. They are users of the magic element of light. They can establish invisible channels for light propagation across extremely long spatial distances. A distant scene is projected in front of you. Before the war began, the Magicians Association had a light channel communication network all over the continent. Relay stations were set up every one hundred miles and were manned by light channel magicians, so messages could be spread throughout the continent in the blink of an eye. .
The tripod was blown down by the strong wind as soon as it was erected. The magician hurriedly fiddled with the instruments and manipulated the magic circle to emit a bright white light. The dense snow curtain blocked the transmission of light. Looking at Lin Teugust's anxious look, the Pope hoped that Lu Ya picked up the scepter and struck the air hard. "Boom," the ripples spread. The power of Red Prayer Pole Star shook away the wind and snow. In this short blank period, the light channel mage established a path according to the designated direction. Along the path, countless snowflake spots appeared on the projection disk, and then the scene one hundred and twenty miles away was projected.
Herodias saw the red flamingo circling in the sky at a glance. He sighed deeply and slowly, reaching out his hand to brush away a few snowflakes from his short platinum hair. "Lower the level a little. I want to look at the ground." situation," he instructed in a low voice.
The light channel mage shouted: "I'm sorry, Mr. Pope, this angle is already the limit, otherwise the light information will decay too fast..."
Herodias walked up to him and pressed the brass bearing that fired the magic circle with his hand. Bodies scattered in the wind and snow appeared on the projection disk, and then turned into a mess of signals. The light channel collapsed. Lin Teugus Te was backlashed by the magic circle, spitting out a mouthful of blood and fell to the ground.
"Sophie, you like to play the game of cat and mouse too much. This is not the ending I prepared for you, but the plot develops so fast that even I can't predict the future," Pope Herodias sighed and turned around Walk away, take two steps, turn around and ask: "Tuguste, what did you see just now?"
"I, I didn't see anything, Your Majesty the Pope," the light channel mage replied in panic.
"Very good, you are a smart man." Herodias walked up to him, patted his shoulder with satisfaction, and then returned to his tent. He ordered the cardinal beside him to report to the expeditionary force headquarters: "The enemy's The location has been determined. Mrs. Serfina unfortunately sacrificed her life and requested the headquarters to send the main force of the First Provisional Legion to carry out encirclement and suppression. She told the Chief Deacon that the blood of heretics is related to the future of the entire world. The Zhawi Empire Legion should land from the west. It is not that important to move in this direction. As for the submarine ship bound for the ruins of Tree City Aerion, we only need to send scouts to follow it from a distance. It is not easy to enter Aeren. We still have a lot of time. "
"Yes, Your Holiness," the Cardinal hid the note in his pocket and bowed before leaving.
At this time, there were screams outside the tent, and an orderly rushed in in a panic: "Sir, sir, there is a corpse of a magician in front of the tent. His whole head exploded like a grape. It's hard to tell what happened. Who is it? It may be an enemy attack. Please pay attention to your safety."
Herodias said: "Ah, don't be nervous. That's Lin Tygust from the Combat Casting Group. He just died of mental exhaustion during a routine communication. Please keep his body properly and post the obituary in the center." On the board, he is a smart man, but not a lucky guy. Let us pray in the name of Metatron, the only manager of heaven, that his soul can ascend to the paradise world,"
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The number of updates in recent chapters will be reduced. I'm sorry everyone. I'll add more when I have time...