dedicated to violets

The sun rose slowly, turning the sky a brilliant golden red.

Viri sat on the collapsed steps of the temple, Alfred's words kept echoing in his mind.The morning glow fell on his shoulders, plating a layer of gold on his white robe, and the shadow was extremely long.After a night of running around, his clothes were disheveled, his long hair was draped randomly behind his back, and the corners of his clothes were still slightly damp, making him look extremely fragile.

At this time, no one can appreciate his handsomeness, only he is alone.

When the sun was about to rise, Alfred got up and prepared to leave for a while, and before he left, he took out a dry ration for Viri to satisfy his hunger.Last night was dangerous, and Willie didn't feel hungry until his heartstrings relaxed.

"The empire has already sent half of the magicians to the holy city. Since the pope has been dragged into the Nibelungen, the rest is nothing to fear," Alfred explained, "I'm worried about you, so I'll go to the floating city first." Come up on Sky Island, now you have to go down and report the situation."

Viri said: "The magician of the empire? What about Sean, the others, and the snowy owl?"

"Of course Sean and the others are here too, together with Mason, the two of them are taking care of Snowy Owl recently, you can rest assured. But they are in their personal capacity and do not belong to any force," Alfred laughed, "Sean I have completely resigned as the president of the mercenary guild, and I am now free."

On the outskirts of the capital, Sean had already confided his heart, and Viri was not very surprised by this.

Alfred then made a fool of himself: "Actually, there is also a proud red-haired lady who insists on going to the Holy City this time."

"Huh?" Willie looked up suspiciously.

However, Alfred refused to continue, but laughed and walked away, leaving Viri in the temple.

Willie stared blankly at Alfred's short back leaving, confused.Soon, the temple returned to solitude. The morning glow disappeared in the blink of an eye, and the sun hung high. Looking at the land where the Nibelungen gate was opened last night, Vili seemed to be able to see the scepter through time.

Where exactly is Ignace?

Willie's head ached from the thought.

After he finished his dry food, he silently digested what Alfred said

"Yuli and Igor are fundamentally different. Yuli regards all races other than the Protoss as ants, and he doesn't care about the ants and the places where ants live; but Igor deeply loves the atrium, and the atrium All the creatures that dwell in it—that is their fundamental difference."

"Ig was brought up by Scotty, and he has a close relationship. After Ragnarok, he inherited Scotty's mantle."

"Choose a heroic spirit and weave fate?"

"That's right. Ige had expected it a long time ago. He concentrated most of his divine power in that drop of blood and sealed it in the scepter. Now the only person who can open the gate of the Nibelungen is Stoker."

However, Ignas has been sleeping in the Ymir Forest for nearly a hundred years, and it was not until more than 30 years ago that he fully woke up.

Only then did the Atrium have a chance to open the Nibelungen.

Only then did the bishop have the opportunity to drag the pope into the Nibelungen.

Viri managed to sort out a general idea, but felt his mind was in a mess.Looking at the church in the distance, Viri let go of his mind and thought, since the bishop took over the responsibility of choosing the heroic spirits from Scottie, where are the heroic spirits?

When he was contemplating, he suddenly heard Alfred's voice explode in his ears: "Why are you in a daze?"

"Huh?" Willie looked up in surprise, "Principal? You're back?"

"The floating island has almost been dealt with. Those believers have no magic power, and they surrendered after a little frightening." Alfred patted him on the shoulder, "We have to go to the church to explore the way first."

"What?" Willie said in surprise. "Just the two of us?"

Yesterday was Baptism Day, and almost all bishop-level figures gathered together.In other words, the top experts of the Holy See are all in the Holy Church.Although they were controlled by the pope last night and confused by the illusion, there was no movement all night.But now that the pope has disappeared and Abel has died, Viri knows nothing about the movements of those bishops.

Are they still in the illusion?Or wait for someone to throw himself into the trap?

Alfred helplessly interrupted his wandering thoughts: "Hey, don't think so much."

"How can you not think so much?" Viri couldn't agree more, "It's too rash for the two of us to go to the church."

"Veri, anyway, you have been on the battlefield for ten years, and you don't even know about scouts?" Alfred encouraged him, "We are both scouts now."

He pointed to the white tower, and said meaningfully: "Besides, who told you that there are only two of us in the church?"

Willie finally followed Alfred to the church.

They distorted the space around their bodies, creating an invisible effect, and walked swaggeringly on the potholed stone road, as if entering a land without people.Just like what you saw in the temple, the lawns, green trees, and statues are all beyond recognition. After being ravaged by lightning and hurricanes, the holy city has long since lost its beauty when it was first seen.

only the sanctuary—

Still towering majestically in their field of vision.

The door of the church was opened, and there was still a palm print on the door.That was the handprint of Ignas. At the critical moment last night, he dug out the violet scepter from the brand on his chest, which woke Ignas from his slumber, and protected him and Abel to escape from the church unharmed.

Alfred glanced at it, then waved to Willy, beckoning him to come over.

The sanctuary was so quiet that a needle could be heard, and the morning light slanted in through the doors and windows, illuminating the huge interior.Fine dust floated in the sunlight, and a strange wind blew from inside the door. Viri smelled a strong smell of blood in the breeze.

His heart jumped, and he looked carefully.

Originally sitting on the bench of the believers, there were corpses lying all over the place, all bleeding to death from the seven orifices, but there was still a smile on his face, as if he was dreaming a sweet dream.

The contrast between the blood and the smile made Viri shudder.

Alfred lowered his voice and whispered in his ear, "They all died of spiritual magic."

The beautiful dreams woven by spiritual magic can allow them to live an illusory and wonderful life in their dreams.In the dream, life is dying, but outside the dream, there are only a few hours.Abel wasted all his energy on delaying the Pope, so who is it that weaves dreams for these believers?

Viri looked through another door at the end of the sanctuary, as if he could see the white tower behind the sanctuary.

"Are all the bishops standing in that row?" Alfred said suddenly, "Willie, look."

Willie came back to his senses, listened to the headmaster's words, and went to observe the bishops standing in place.

They are all dressed in exquisite and luxurious clothes, and they are meticulous from top to bottom, without any flaws.The same bleeding from the seven orifices, and the same smile on the face, Viri recognized them one by one until the last one.

Suddenly, he shuddered.

No, one person is missing.

At this moment, a strong wind hit from behind, and Alfred pulled him to squat down to avoid the first attack.A scepter jumped out of Alfred's sleeve, and he swung it back fiercely. The powerful blow from the dwarf could break a person's leg bones abruptly.

The man who made the sneak attack obviously also knew the strength of the dwarf, so he didn't dare to use his physical strength to fight hard, but jumped back quickly, avoiding the scepter that was swung at him.

Taking advantage of this opportunity, Alfred ran towards the gate at the end of the church with Viri.

The soles of his feet stepped on the limbs of believers. Alfred rarely saw such a terrifying scene. The soft limbs made his scalp tingle.Viri came back to his senses and instantly realized the current situation. He picked up the short dwarf headmaster, strode over the messy corpses of believers on the ground, and came to the other door of the church in a few breaths. .

The Pope and the bishops entered the church from here yesterday. Viri took a breath and found an invisible barrier between him and the gate.Alfred patted him on the shoulder: "Put me down, now is not the time, this door can't be opened."

Hearing this, Viri turned around quickly and took out the scepter from Alfred's hand.

Lightning shot out of his palm like a snake, swallowing the scepter in a blink of an eye, and the scepter twisted into a familiar long sword in the flickering light.This scepter is the replica given to him by the principal before. He thought that the replica was left in Asgard, but he did not expect that it was still kept by the principal and even brought back to him.

With a weapon at his side, Viri was finally able to fight the attackers with ease.

Alfred grabbed Willie's sleeve and hid behind him to wipe his sweat: "Very, be careful, you don't need to defeat him, just delay it."

Viri didn't say a word, and shifted his gaze to the attacker's face.

There were several meters between them, and there were more than a dozen corpses between them. The smell of blood wafted in the air, and even the vision was stained with a faint scarlet.Holding the long sword in his hand, Viri stared fixedly at the face of the attacker, his heart skipped a beat.

Cardinal Elvis.

—he had seen that face elsewhere before.

The fiery red hair, scarlet robe, and handsome face are gloomy and gloomy, making people shudder.Viri suddenly trembled uncontrollably, not only the face was familiar, but also the magical power overflowing from this person.

It is hot and scorching, like a raging fire that can burn all those who get close to it to ashes.

Alfred whispered, "This person looks exactly like the little girl from the Mercenary Guild."

Viri calmed down, clenched the long sword tightly, and turned many things in his mind in a mess.

He recalled Andrea's appearance, eyebrows, mouth and nose, even the iconic red hair, and her amazing fire magic talent.

It was exactly the same.

Willie said dryly, "Who is Andrea Valentine to you?"

The sanctuary is empty and quiet, and any sound will be amplified.Elvis, who was a few meters away, did not answer. He looked at Willy and Alfred coldly, and said with a sneer, "Could it be that you imperial people still have to chat with the enemy before they die?"

As soon as the words fell, Elvis's palm appeared in the palm of a dozen purple flames, and when he raised his hand, the fire balls shot out and rushed towards Wei Li overwhelmingly.

"Bound!"

Sean's exclamation suddenly sounded in Willy's mind.

He blocked the horizontal sword, and the surging magic power poured out from the long sword, turning into a water mirror.

bang bang bang-

The fireballs shattered, and Viri gritted his teeth to block the fireballs one after another. The hot temperature of the flames could hit his face even through the water mirror.Soon, his face was red, and he could barely open his eyes from the flames.

Quasi-forbidden spell fire magic, bondage.

When she was in Fast, Andrea used this trick to deal with the undead.

Sure enough, the red-haired bishop had a very close relationship with Andrea. Viri's heart raced sharply, and with both hands, the lightning that was about to disappear exploded at this moment, quickly covering the water mirror and devouring the scattered sparks.

The contest between magicians is always head-to-head.

Ordinary magicians can still find opportunities to get close, and then use physical skills to defeat them, but top magicians are different.They have a lot of magic to arm and defend themselves.

The red-haired bishop in front of him is an out-and-out top magician.

You can't get close, once you get close, you will be bound by the quasi-forbidden spell, and then burned to ashes.

Willie thought calmly. If he fought alone, he would never collide with Elvis. Only by running away decisively would he have a chance of survival.Viri knew very well that he was not talented in magic, and he was able to temporarily compete with Elvis, but only with this replica of the scepter.

If you want to escape, you must choose another way.

But the headmaster said he just had to play for time.

Willie chose to trust the principal.

Over the years, the principal has never lied to him, let alone at the moment of life and death.

There were blue veins on the back of his hands, sweat poured down his forehead, and his wrists trembled slightly.Countless magical powers were attracted by the scepter, passed through his body, and then poured into the water mirror again to block the endless attacks.

There was a purple "bound" fireball floating around Elvis, and Willie squinted his eyes, and found that the light in the sanctuary suddenly brightened.

He was startled, looked up, and above Elvis's head, there was a dazzling sun disk formed.

The little sun rotates slowly, like a feather, wandering quietly near the dome.

sun god.

Another curse, the sun god.

This devastating curse has long been deeply engraved in his mind, and he will never forget this seemingly warm sun. More than 30 years ago, it was this sun that destroyed his Fryer and killed his Ignace.

More than 30 years ago, Ignace blocked the aftermath of the sun god for him.

Last night, Ignas hugged him and blocked the curse.

Now, how should he stop this round of the sun.

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