The world in the box

The weather was very hot, and the weather was very hot.

In the 4140th year of the God's Descent, the month of spring revival.

It rained.

It rained in half the world.

It was a heavy purple-red rain.

The power of the alien world was eroding Cecil's young plane.

Everything was infected by the purple-red rain wherever it passed.

The earth turned purple-red, and strange flowers bloomed, exuding a confusing atmosphere.

The creatures in the forest became extremely violent under the erosion of rain, attacking the surviving human race.

The buildings in the town also began to change, with strange purple vines growing on the bricks, and the streets were filled with ominous fog.

Under the infection of ominous breath, the dead resurrected and became irrational monsters.

The fluctuations of magic continued to grow in the air, and the power of evil spread like a plague.

The original order of Cecil's world was completely broken and fell into chaos and darkness.

As the rain of demons continued to pour, every corner of Cecil's world was deeply stained with purple curses.

The earth was no longer peaceful, but trembled violently, as if countless monsters were roaring underground.

The trees in the forest twisted and deformed, and the branches and leaves grew wildly, covering the sky and forming a strange purple dark forest.

The power of the other world continued to spread in the sea water, and the sea water gradually turned purple-red.

The mermaid corpse that sank to the bottom of the sea turned into a brutal sea monster under the erosion of evil magic.

This rain of demons was the magic of the fifth holy lord of the demon world, the water source monarch.

This is a fourth-level range magic that can change the environment of the world to make it more suitable for the survival of demons.

In the previous holy wars, the second holy lord of the demon race, the Blood Sage, found that changing the environment of the alien world was more conducive to the victory of the holy war.

Even the demon race can completely win the holy war by completely assimilating the environment of the alien world.

Unlike the Cecil world, the demon race is a race that has experienced many alien wars, which is what they call holy wars.

Holy war, in the demon world, is a sacred war.

Those who perform well in the holy war will be able to obtain the gift of the will of the demon world and break through to a higher realm.

The seven holy lords of the current demon world are the seven people who have made the greatest contributions in the holy war in the past.

They also received the gift of the world's will and broke through to the holy level.

Therefore, in the eyes of the demon race, every holy war is a test of the world's will.

Those who pass the test can reach a higher realm.

The fifth holy lord of the demon race, the Water Source Monarch, comprehended the infectious magic alienation rain in the third holy war of the demon world.

Thus, it helped the demon world win the third war, obtain the gift of the world's will, and break through to the holy level.

After that, the alienation rain of the Water Source Monarch was widely used in the holy war. Every time the demons occupied a place, they would cast the alienation rain in that place.

And now, this alienation rain that changed the world has also fallen on the land outside Xuehe City with the demon army.

On the city wall, the legion of the Temple of Light, under the command of Saint Fuyao and Temple Master Huijin, cast a huge divine barrier to keep the demons and the rain of the demon world outside the city.

"Aaron is dead."

"Many high-level magicians of the Silver Tower are dead."

"The magic circle of the city defense of Xuehe City has been destroyed."

"We are late after all."

"That rain is magic of the titled magician level."

"The sacred defense can't last too long."

On the city wall, Fuyao, dressed in white, looked at the demons outside the barrier from a distance through the divine barrier.

Fuyao's red dragon horns were so eye-catching that the demons on the opposite side thought Fuyao was one of their kind for a moment.

Those with horns on their heads are demons.

Fuyao knew that the strongest defensive magic of the Temple of Light, [Holy Defense], could not resist the demons for too long.

Even though [Holy Defense] was infinitely close to the title-level magic, it had too many flaws.

To be precise, the flaws of the magic itself were too big.

Divine magic was different from magic. It was a power obtained at the cost of the magician himself.

It was a power of self-sacrifice.

For example, the healing magic widely used by magicians in the world was not actually healing, but transferring the pain of the injured to the magician.

This was a power of equivalent exchange. The stronger the magic performed by the magician, the greater the price they had to bear.

As expected, it was just as Fuyao expected.

Under the continuous attack of the demons, the damage taken by [Holy Defense] continued to increase, causing

The divine magicians who cast the defense finally couldn't hold on, and continued to suffer casualties.

"The sacred defense is about to break."

"The demons can't be allowed to enter Xuehe City, otherwise the entire Xia will be destroyed."

Xuehe City is the center of the entire Xia Empire. Once the demons take over the barrier of Xuehe City, their steps to the north will be smooth all the way to the giant wall fortress.

By then, Xia will exist in name only, and the human race will be on the verge of extinction like the dwarves and other races.

"What should I do?"

Even though Fuyao has become the strongest magician and the strongest divine magician in the entire Cecil world.

But when facing the giant demons, she still feels powerless.

The gap between the super magician and the titled magician is like a natural chasm. The third-level creatures and the fourth-level creatures are creatures of different dimensions.

Even if the ant lying on the ground becomes the strongest ant, it can't beat a naughty boy.

In an instant, Fuyao thought of a lot.

She thought of the consequences of Xia losing the war. The world would become a purgatory, the Temple of Light would cease to exist, and the statue of the gods would be trampled to pieces by the aliens, just like a thousand years ago.

She also thought of her master Lin Lei. It would be great if he was still alive.

But Fuyao knew that her master was no longer there.

She was very sure, because after the war began, she could no longer feel Lin Lei's breath.

The breath of the gods also became weak.

Fuyao no longer had time to sort out the relationship between the two, nor did she have time to explore the truth behind the war.

At the moment, as the saint of the Temple of Light, as the saint chosen by Him to bless the world, she only wanted to complete her mission and protect this world.

How to protect this world?

Fuyao thought of many things, including the essence of divine arts.

"Divine arts are magic of equal exchange. The more chips the caster has, the greater the divine arts he can cast."

"Similarly, the greater the price the caster has to pay."

"At the cost of my flesh and blood, my future, my past, and my soul."

"Can you cast a divine art that will protect Xia for a thousand years?"

Thinking of this, Fuyao's blue pupils lit up and gradually turned into gold.

Fuyao gathered all the magic power in her body, condensed all her mental power, and with great determination, cast a divine art that was above her realm at the cost of herself.

The next second, she felt a powerful force gushing out of her body like a spring.

This is the power of dragon blood, the power of magic, and the power of divine arts.

Fuyao knew that she had succeeded.

She broke through to the fourth level and became the first titled magician and titled divine magician in the Cecil world.

At the same time, [Holy Defense] finally shattered like glass, and the demons rushed towards Xuehe City like a beast rushing out of its nest, baring their fangs.

However, at the moment when [Holy Defense] shattered.

A huge golden light curtain suddenly appeared out of thin air, and then melted like a lake, condensing into an endless wall of light.

"What is this? Fourth-level magic?"

"No, at least the power of the peak of the fourth level!"

"How is it possible? How can such a power exist in this world?"

Before the seven demon lords could react, the endless wall of light blocked them out and wrapped up half of the Black Sand Continent.

Saint Fuyao, at the cost of herself, performed the strongest divine art in history, turning into a wall of light, and won a glimmer of hope for the entire Cecil.

This is also the last hope for the world of Cecil.