Chapter 408: City of Light

In the northwest of the mainland, surrounded by mountains and rivers, stands a majestic city.
The holy city where there used to be lights and chants and chants, and occasional angels flying in the sky has now changed its appearance.
Explosions, shouts, screams, rocks falling from the sky like raindrops, blood flowing into rivers under the city walls, corpses on the ground piled up like mountains, brightly armored soldiers climbing and falling like ants, but the number is not small.
The Supreme Divine Land in the minds of countless believers in this continent, the God of Light raised his seat to the sky, and the holy city that became the brightest sun in the sky has dimmed.
The phantom of the angel has long since disappeared. The tall city walls are full of marks of swords, guns, and axes, and a huge gap appeared in several walls, which was barely blocked by some stones and the corpses of soldiers.
A series of ladders were placed on the city wall, and densely packed soldiers and ants climbed, and even the intertwined vindictive rays of light flashed, and the powerhouses of the knight and earth knight level also gathered together to join the siege team, regardless of life or death.
Shoo, the holy light suddenly shined, and countless howling arrows of holy light fell on the knights' heads, and blood flowed into a river.
These noble knight masters screamed and fell amidst the explosion, and the blood and the exploded flesh were no different from ordinary people.
"Kill! Kill them!"
There was an earth knight wailing, his eyes were blood red, and he howled loudly in fear, but no one dared to run back.
In the sky, dozens of sky knights looked at the knights below indifferently, and talked with people around them in low voices from time to time, including several sky priests wearing golden priest robes. The two got along very well. Too many barriers.
Not far from the city wall is a white marble palace that still retains some holy light.
"Your Excellency Liu Ming, hasn't Zhao Shimian arrived yet?"
Above the white throne, his face was pale, and the faintly cyan Pope Joseph asked a Condensed Realm player not far away, with a hint of flattery in his tone.
Liu Ming, the son of Liu Tianxiong, a cultivator of the Realm Realm, is now the Diplomatic Ambassador of the Blood Sea Guild to the Bright Church.
Liu Ming stood up and leaned slightly, his etiquette could not find a trace of fault: "Your Majesty, the president has already set off in five days, and it should be almost here now. If you hold on for a while, we will be able to win."
Behind him stood two diplomats, but they were just players of the cultivator of the Qi Refining Realm. The two players who accompanied him here ten years ago who have already been promoted to the Real Realm have been transferred back to the guild. They are Newly transferred.
In the current war, every Condensed Realm cultivator is a very important combat power, enough to completely control a sky with a radius of tens of kilometers.
"This is impossible!"
Just after Liu Ming's words were said, a sky priest with a big red beard stood up and pointed at him and said angrily: "Even the lowest sky priest will take up to three days to go back and forth. You know. There is no sincerity, sitting by and watching our soldiers and priests die."
"Master Ottoler's words are bad."
Liu Ming turned a blind eye to the coercion on this mighty Sky-tier pinnacle, and said lightly: "Naturally, we can't let the Sky-tier powerhouse come alone, letting our precious combat power fall into the danger of being besieged."
"You are clearly..."
The red beard was angry and wanted to say something, but was stopped by Pope Joseph.
"His Excellency Liu Ming, can you tell Zhao Shimian of the situation here, so that he can quickly support us here?"
Pope Joseph's words became bleak, pointing to the surrounding situation and said: "As you can see, our sky priests now have only more than 30 people left, and everyone has serious injuries.
If this continues, we will almost be unable to sustain it. "
"Of course, as the Pope, it is impossible for me to surrender, and Gregory III will not accept my surrender."
He now looks like an old man in a dying year, without the peerless demeanor of one man over two kings.
"But you may not know that there are also very few scums among the sky-rank priests who have not firm beliefs. If the situation continues like this, I am afraid that there will be results that you and I are not willing to see."
"Your Majesty, I am waiting in panic."
Pope Joseph's words just fell silent, and more than 30 sky priests stepped out and bowed, their heads lowered.
Liu Ming's complexion changed slightly, and the Pope's meaning could not be clearer anymore, and the situation deteriorated further, and the sky priest would soon surrender on a large scale.
After all, where their strength and identity are placed, they can get a certain amount of treatment wherever they go. Maybe it is far better than the current situation, but it is better than dying.
Not to mention that Gregory III did not say that he would abandon the Church of Illumination. He just wanted to build a new Church of Illumination with him and every emperor as the only elect of God of Light. Perhaps their interests would not be too weakened.
It is impossible to keep it as it is. With so many dead knights, land knights, and even sky knights, all knights will not agree to any spoils.
Gregory III could not do this as long as he was not crazy.
This is also an important reason why many sky priests have not abandoned the pope now, but the battle may be more inclined.
Life is more precious than money after all.
Liu Ming said solemnly: "Your Majesty, please hold on for a while, and I will inform the chairman of your concern immediately."
Pope Joseph looked disappointed, completely taking his words as excuses.
"The first comers are my giant axe family!"
"The city is broken! Kill, kill!"
The scream of killing mixed with the rumbling noise made everyone in the venue look slightly changed, and their mental power also detected the scene on the city wall.
A knight full of blood in armor rushed into the city wall frantically, and the defense line formed by the church's weak melee soldiers was as weak as a piece of paper.
However, the attack of the holy light ball in the sky seemed sparse, causing only a small amount of damage to the Knights.
"Everyone, it's our turn to play."
Pope Joseph sighed faintly, and took the lead to fly in the direction of the gap, followed by more than thirty sky priests who had been injured behind him.
Many people have extremely gloomy faces and are unwilling to hide the extremely bad mood in their hearts.
This is the fifth time that the knights have broken through the wall, and each time they are going to clean up the mess.
This not only means the rapid consumption of the light sacred power in the body, but also means a huge danger to lower-rank cultivators under the eyes of dozens of knights of the same rank.
Seven or eight sky priests have died from this kind of support.
"Sir, consider my proposal carefully."
More than thirty lights flew out one after another, leaving only the faint words of Pope Joseph in the air.
Liu Ming was also a little worried, but he had already passed all the information he had collected to the rear, and he could not interfere with the specific decisions.