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The entire Holy City of Canningham looked like it was surrounded by a golden ocean. It was holy and majestic.
The believers were influenced by the artificial phenomenon. They followed the pope who stood at the entrance of Canningham Cathedral and prayed loudly. As they chanted, the normal sunlight gradually changed color. It became brighter and more dazzling, as if it had turned into thin, golden satin, sprinkling over the entire plane.
At this moment, the entire world seemed to have lit up.
"This … This is a miracle! This is the Holy Light! "The Pope looked at the faint light in his palm and said excitedly.
The others who were bathed in the holy light also felt a sense of warmth, serenity, and comfort. Many of them even found that the incurable diseases that had troubled them for years, which even the old military doctors could not cure, had miraculously recovered?
This was indeed a method that only a god could use! God was also a man of universal love. Light generously shone on every corner of Isythre. Even the wine cellar that was supposed to be opaque was filled with light! Not only did the believers enjoy the blessings of the light, but the Lich and Devil hiding in a dark canyon were also enveloped by the light.
The evil duo looked at each other. They had never thought that there would be a day when they would become golden.
"But it doesn't seem to do any real damage to me," the Lich said in surprise as he looked at the undamaged hand.
"Why don't you take a look at your back!" the demon roared.
Behind the Lich was an army of undead. It was a force that he had obtained from the Undead Plane. It was a force that he had painstakingly built up. But now, all of them had been turned into burning torches. Some of the weaker undead such as the skeleton soldiers were directly turned into ashes!
"My collection!!!" The Lich let out a gentlemanly voice and hurriedly put the undead that had not been completely burned to death into his Undead Space.
The reason why it released its troops here was purely because the canyon was deep and dark. At the same time, it was also very close to the Templar Fort. Both it and the devil were hiding here, waiting for the right opportunity to strike. When it was bored, it released its troops to exercise and polish.
In the end, it was over-polished …
The Lich Walker was not the only one who was affected. The same thing was happening in Arfin City. The Archmage looked down at his hand. A stream of light flowed between his fingers. With a gentle flick of his fingers, the stream of light scattered in all directions.
The Astrologer, who was standing beside the Archmage, looked at the light surrounding him and the ripples in the distant pond. He said in an excited tone, "This light … This water …"
"Are you sending a message?" The Archmage Archmage snapped.
"No, no, no, that's not what I meant. There's a problem with this light! Can you cast a spell now? "The Astrologer retorted.
"I don't feel anything strange," the Archmage said nonchalantly. At the same time, he raised his hand and prepared to cast a small spell.
However, a shocking scene appeared. A magic array had just lit up between his fingers, and then it disappeared in an instant? It looked like he had made a mistake. However, his Mana was not hindered, his Spiritual Energy was not disturbed, and his incantation was accurate.
"How is this possible?" The Archmage uttered a classic line that only villains would say. He tried a few more times, but every time, there was no problem. He did not feel anything strange, but the magic circle would mysteriously disappear just before it was about to take shape.
He quickly took out all kinds of scrolls and magical instruments and found that they were also not working. Although there seemed to be nothing wrong with them, even the most common communication tablet was not working.
This was not the effect of Silence or Antimagic Field. It was as if the magic circle had disappeared on its own. This was obviously the work of the enemy. The Voidwalkers did not expect them to use such a strange and unpredictable large-scale AOE spell that could cover the entire realm to gain the upper hand.
More importantly, this move was extremely sinister, and the threat was even greater! Without magic, how could the Voidwalkers resist the Church? Not to mention the angels, even the motley crew of the Church could easily grind their bones to dust!
The Archmage Archmage suddenly realized the seriousness of the situation. This was more dangerous than the double respawn Enigma jumping up and pulling the five of them together! He quickly grabbed the Astrologer's neck and asked, "Do you know anything?"
"I need a pair of sunglasses to explain the situation," the Astrologer replied.
"Still trying to act cool at a time like this?" The Archmage was so angry that he punched a hole through the Astrologer's chest that he had just mended yesterday.
"It's not what you think. I suddenly felt an abnormal change in the stars, and this light is probably caused by it. I need to observe the stars!" The Astrologer hurriedly explained.
"Is that so?" The Archmage was stunned. He looked down at his storage pouch and said, "Why don't you give it a try?" The Astrologer actually took out a pair of sunglasses and handed it to the Astrologer!
"Why do you carry such a thing with you?" The Astrologer asked curiously as he struggled to free himself from the Archmage's grip.
"Don't ask so many questions!" The Archmage snapped. Suddenly, the Scholar Walker's voice rang in his ears. "Quick! I can't hold it any longer! Get help! "
"What happened?!" The Archmage asked.
"This strange light is hurting Noirciel. She's in great pain right now. I'm trying my best to maintain the barrier, but it's taking too much energy. I can't hold it any longer!" The Scholar Walker replied anxiously.
"Why can you still use magic?" The Archmage asked curiously.
"Because rune magicians are the best magicians!" The Scholar Walker replied in a huff. Then, the communication was cut off.
The Archmage tried to use a rune spell that he had never tried before. To his surprise, he found that as long as he infused the rune with three times the normal amount of mana, the spell could still take shape. However, if he stopped the infusion of mana, the effect would disappear immediately. This meant that the Sage-Emperor of the Magi could only cast crude rune spells, and he had to cast them one at a time, one at a time.
At the same time, Noirciel was in a real crisis. No one had expected the enemy to have such a terrifying ability. The few magic circles that kept Noirciel alive had stopped working at the same time. If not for Tisdale, Nota, and Vidomina, the three girls, who had come to visit her and used their mana to stabilize the situation, the rescue plan would have been foiled.
"Everyone, hang in there!" The Scholar Walker said to the girls. Like the three girls, she pressed her hands against the edges of the magic circles, using three times the normal amount of mana to maintain the magic circles. As a Voidwalker, the Scholar Walker could probably hold on for a while longer, but the other three girls could not. The complicated magic circles were like dry sponges that were draining their mana. Their faces were pale, and their bodies were drenched in sweat.
"Attie, quick! Feed everyone some recovery potions! They should have some in their storage pouches! "The Scholar Walker shouted anxiously when she noticed Attie, who had come with them but was unable to help.
"Oh! Oh! " Attie quickly reached into Vidomina's chest and pulled out a storage pouch. She took out a few bottles of colorful Mana Potions and asked, "What flavor do you want?"
"Tangerine … Tangerine?" Vidomina replied reluctantly.
"Hmm … I don't think I have orange. How about milk? "Attie took out a bottle of milky-white, viscous potion.
"What flavor are you talking about?!" The Scholar Walker was on the verge of tears.
"Hmm …" Attie did not dare to say anything else. Instead, she grabbed a bottle of banana-flavored potion and was about to pour it into her mouth.
"How many times have I told you not to feed it with your mouth?!" The Scholar Walker felt like strangling Attie to death.
Fortunately, Attie was quick to react. She quickly poured a banana, no, a big bottle of banana-flavored potion into Vidomina's mouth. Maybe it was because she was anxious, or maybe it was because she wanted to take revenge on her enemy, but Attie was a little hasty. Vidomina coughed non-stop, and the yellow liquid that she did not manage to drink dripped down her chin and onto her chest.
Fortunately, the Alchemist Warlock had arrived just in time. He was holding a pile of black crystals in his hands, which contained the power of the Void. "This power will not be affected by the light. Use it to maintain the operation of the magic circle." With that, the Alchemist Warlock quickly replaced the energy transmission nodes of the magic circle under the Scholar's command.
"Thank goodness you noticed this in time." The Scholar Walker breathed a sigh of relief.
"Actually, I wasn't the one who discovered it. It was everyone else who realized that the Engineer Walker's new toy could still move, that's why they thought about it … Alright …" The Alchemist Walker swapped out the nodes with the speed of a one-handed dog. The three girls who were already at the end of their tether heaved a sigh of relief and fell limply to the ground.
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