Divine Flame Crystal

Chapter 579: Light? Are you worthy?

Mo stood in the mist, his long hair fluttering in the wind. His eyes were frozen like ice as he glanced at Matlion, who was covered in holy emblems but had long lost his "holy" essence.

"Without your coercion and inducement, how could Tiffany betray us?"

His voice was low but sharp with gnashing teeth, but in an instant, a smile flashed across his face like a knife, "Although she disappointed us...but the methods you use are even dirtier than the demons of the abyss. Light? Ha, are you worthy of it?"

As soon as these words came out, it was like a whip wrapped in the wrath of thunder, lashing at Matrian's heart. The face of the Vatican Inquisitor turned pale, and veins on his forehead throbbed, but he forced himself not to take a step back.

“Heretic…” He squeezed out the word from between his teeth, as if he was chewing the fangs of a poisonous snake. “You will die here sooner or later.”

Mo took a slow step forward, the dust beneath his feet seeming to vibrate slightly because of his anger.

"I'm going to die here?" Mo smiled, and that smile was chilling to the bone. "You know what? I will kill all of you running dogs under the banner of God. Can't you see? Xingluo is still alive, and we are all still alive."

"Your tower of hypocrisy is collapsing, and we are reshaping a new order underground."

Matrion's fingers were trembling, and his holy emblem was glowing slightly, but it did not respond to any divine power. It was as if the eyes of the gods had temporarily turned away from this confrontation.

"Don't try to cover up the fear in your heart with your curses." Mo said coldly, his voice like frost falling on steel, "The more you curse, the more it shows that you are afraid. Because you understand, we are back. And this time - we will not show mercy."

Matlion lowered his head and clenched his teeth, but in the end he didn't dare to say anything back.

In the wind and sand, Mo turned and left and disappeared into the mist. Matrian seemed to see the black robe like an inky wave, passing over the broken holy emblem and the collapsed altar. Only one sentence was left, floating in the wind:

"Just wait, you're just the first criminal to be tried."

Matliong's figure swayed slightly, as if Mo's last words had struck his soul. He wanted to roar, to raise the sword of judgment inlaid with the holy magic core in his hand, and declare the crimes of the heretics - but his hand holding the sword was shaking, and he couldn't even gather a trace of holy light.

Because he knew that Mo was right.

He was afraid.

From the day Xingluo disappeared, the entire Church was shrouded in an inexplicable shadow. None of the traitors who should have been purged were truly "dead", but returned to the mainland like ghosts. Even the legendary "Moonfall" intelligence network surfaced and infiltrated every corner of the Church.

Even the Pope had to admit that this Mo, Xingluo's right-hand man, was now almost calling the shots in the underground world. Many nobles, knights and priests who were originally loyal to the Holy See were secretly joining him.

Matlion took a deep breath and forced himself to look up to meet Mo's departing back. His gaze was as sharp as a nail, but the anger in his eyes was gradually replaced by a trace of struggle and hesitation.

"You are a group of people abandoned by the gods..." He murmured, as if weaving a final comfort for himself, "Even if you crawl out of hell, the sacred fire will eventually burn you completely."

Mo paused for a moment.

He did not turn around, but said calmly: "The God you are talking about... is it the one who hid behind the throne and watched you nail innocent people to the stake without saying a word? Or is it the one who allowed you to kidnap in the daytime and massacre at night in the name of 'salvation'?"

He chuckled.

"If there really is a God, I think He would have stopped standing on your side long ago."

Matlion's lips trembled, but he couldn't utter a word.

Silence, like a mouse, crawled among the ruins. The setting sun cast a long oblique shadow, making the rift between the two people deeper and farther.

And at this time——

A strange wind blew from afar, and a faint hot breath began to fill the air, like the whispers roiling deep in the lava, or like the breath of some ancient being.

Matlion's face changed slightly and he looked up suddenly.

"……flame?"

Mo looked back at him with a dull look in his eyes.

"Yes. You are standing close to the border of my territory." He said slowly, with a hint of ridicule in his tone, "If you take two more steps, you may not even be able to find your body."

"Go back, Matrion," he said at last. "In this continent, 'light' is no longer your exclusive color."

As soon as he finished speaking, Mo stepped onto the downhill road paved with obsidian and disappeared into the mist.

Only Matlion was left standing there, his body cold, the holy emblem in his hand slightly hot, but it could no longer emit light.

Light...whose side are you on?

Matlion's body had long been in tatters, the high temperature had burned through his fighting spirit core, and he was already beyond help. The fire of his life gradually dimmed. He had never been confused in his life, nor did he regret joining the Church of Light. He took a last look in the direction of the Pope and slowly closed his eyes. He was tired and needed a good rest.

As the Flame Gate disappeared, Falkan the Sky Punisher appeared in the fog. Mo sighed, he knew that he had no other means left. Next, human lives might be needed to stop the cavalry of the Holy See of Light. The war had entered a white-hot stage. He wanted to defeat them one by one with the help of the fog, but the opponent was too powerful. The Flame Gate, such a powerful magic, could only stop three Paladins. However, the remaining one brought him a much greater sense of oppression than the others.

Falkan was well prepared at this time. He raised the Spear of Judgment and summoned nine thunders of heavenly punishment to bombard the fog. The fog had already faded, and the Vatican's dispelling magic was still useful.

Thunder crashed, and the entire sky was shaking, as if the laws of the world were also shaken. The defensive magic shield began to collapse, and the dwarves and elf wizards fell to the ground and vomited blood. The magic circuit exploded on the ground, and the defensive barrier was shaky.

Falkan forcibly broke through the shield - dragging his jet-black armor and wings of thunder, he slashed from the air with a sword, and the defensive shield was instantly covered with cracks.

Mo was knocked back ten meters, his back smashed into the rocks, and he spat out a mouthful of blood, dying of his injuries.

Although the formation failed, none of the four Holy Inquisition Knights escaped unscathed - Helius was seriously injured, Emilia was half disabled, Matri was on the verge of death, and although Falkan was still intact, he had also consumed a lot of holy power.

But the Holy See of Light refused to give up.

"You three, can you leave today?"

But the next moment, a magic array disk that looked like unstable black metal appeared in his palm again - it was the trigger core for the next round of rituals, a magic array designed by Xingluo and constructed jointly by the dwarves and the elves.

"Next time, I won't give you a chance to pray."

In the black fog, Mo's voice was heard again, full of sarcasm and terrifyingly calm calculation.

But Mo never showed up again. His appearance just now was just to slow down the opponent's attack speed, but it also exposed his position accordingly, and even the core of the magic circle was noticed by the opponent, otherwise it would not have been possible to break the defensive magic shield so easily just now.

As the ink disappeared, it was replaced by a black mist that slowly emerged at the edge of the battlefield.

It was a puppet made of flames and magic arrays, with magic cores embedded in its eye sockets and a "magic core" rune array designed by Xingluo himself engraved on its armor.

The Ban Breaker is a puppet designed by Xingluo combining abyss magic. He told Mo how to make it, and it was also one of the gains of Xingluo's trip to the abyss.

Xingluo who fell into the abyss was not defeated, but became more and more courageous. He kept breaking through the shackles, becoming stronger every day, and constantly surpassing himself from yesterday.

The war was still going on. On the second day after the destruction of the Flaming Sky Gate, a hole was suddenly torn in the fog surrounding the Mirage Dragon's lair.

The main force of the Holy See has arrived.

They brought the Holy Alchemist and the Holy Light Ritual, and used the "Faith Diffusion Device" to create a holy wave frequency that suppressed the fog, dispelled the breath of the mirage dragon, and exposed the geographical location of the Sky City Mercenary Group.

The golden army spread out, forming a huge black army, with holy light rising into the sky and trumpets sounding like thunder.

And in Mo's hands, there were only less than 7,000 remnant soldiers left.

There are only a few thousand people left in the Sky City Mercenary Group, more than half of the dwarves have been killed or wounded, and the Sky City mercenaries are extremely exhausted.