Surprised me into a goddess of light

"Singing of Flames 54, Burning Flames!"

A majestic, clear beam of light descended out of thin air, entwined with golden flames, and completely enveloped her body.

The sacred rays of light are intertwined into law-like symbols, and the golden flames burn continuously with the symbol of purification magic.

Countless weeds and roses were ignited one after another, just like the snow that met a red-hot iron ball and quickly disintegrated.

In the beam of light, the hood of the man in black robe and the black mist on his face were slowly burning, revealing beautiful green curly hair, a thin and delicate face, and a pair of moving green eyes.

Amid the indescribable hissing sound, her face wrinkled, looking extremely painful.

"Vieruodis, the third year of the seminary?"

A surprised voice sounded, and the figure of Plague appeared in front of Vieruodis.

She said with a slight sigh: "What a wonderful little girl, why follow the people of the Dark God Sect?"

Vieruodis looked at the silver-haired elf in front of her, knowing that everything was over.

She felt a fear of facing death, and her voice trembled uncontrollably: "Plague... Plague..."

Vieruodis raised her right hand, and the golden flame exploded immediately, extending towards the plague.

The flame continued to expand rapidly, and in an instant, the range of tens of meters turned into a fiery sea.

Plague's expression remained unchanged, and he snapped his fingers again.

Snapped!

All the flames disappeared immediately, even the purifying light on Vieruodis' body disappeared.

However, the black robe had been completely burned in the flames, leaving no remains, and Vieruodis' slim figure could be seen at a glance.

The torn underwear was barely able to cover it, and the scenery inside was faintly revealed, which was covered by the hanging green curly hair.

Under such a situation, Vieruodis's mood fluctuated violently, and she accumulated light and fire magic again.

Plague snorted impatiently, and a blue magic circle appeared in his hand.

Look carefully, it is very similar to the first magic circle I learned when I practiced 167 magic powers.

Isolate the elements, a large area of ​​forbidden magic field!

The accumulation of magic power was interrupted halfway, and Vieruodis lowered her hand weakly, with despair in her eyes.

"Take you back first, and interrogate slowly."

Plague said casually, and slapped the magic circle on Vieruodis's shoulder, leaving a mark of the magic seal.

Vieruodis lost all resistance in an instant, and her figure was crumbling.

Just as the plague was about to take away this rebellious student, a strange mental fluctuation arose.

Bright red light fell from the sky, shining on Vieruodis' pale cheeks.

The plague looked up, and in the sky, the original bright moon gradually disappeared, and a huge red moon was slowly rising.

Moonlight is like blood!

Under the crimson moon, at the top of the treetops, a figure stood quietly.

He was wearing a black trench coat and a half top hat, his face blurred by the backlight.

The plague raised its hand and shot an arrow.

The feathered arrow arrived in an instant, but passed through the man in black.

Psychic fantasy magic?Someone actually used spiritual magic to interfere with me?

Plague closes eyes, holds the longbow tightly, and the Absolute Life Field will come again!

The invisible force field spread from the longbow again, blocking the frequency of mental interference, and the illusion was automatically broken.

The plague opened its eyes, the red moon disappeared and returned to a bright white and graceful moon.

However, the man in black at the top of the tree, together with Vieruodis beside him, had also disappeared.

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The owner of the Night Tavern, Apocalypse City Fifth School District, Seminary, Suburb.

This is a barren wilderness, with lonely trees and grass, and bare stones and sand.

The night wind blew, and the young birds shivered in their nests.

The school districts of Apocalypse are very large, not every place is covered by college facilities, there are always some undeveloped desolate places.

No one could have imagined that in this desolate land, deep underground, there is a bustling small town.

The town is located a thousand meters below the ground, with a radius of ten kilometers. There are hospitals, schools, squares, and all kinds of shops. The stone houses and public facilities are all set up in an orderly manner.

Magic power transmission lines, water supply management lines, energy supply systems, sewage discharge systems, etc. have all been reasonably planned.

A huge magic light stone is placed on the underground dome, like a big ball of light, acting as the sun, bringing light to the entire underground world.

On both sides of the tidy street, temples, sanctuaries and monasteries stood silently. The walls, gates, and stone pillars of the buildings were carved with murals and night symbols of the dark god, as well as the statue of the dark supreme god [Nattus].

This is an important stronghold of the Dark God Religion.

There is no day and night in this world, and the staff of the Dark God Cult have always been on 24-hour shifts.

On the street, sanitation priests were chatting and cleaning while, in the farmland outside the city, dozens of farmer priests were hard at work.

The magic windmill blows a natural breeze, and the water system formation forms regular rainfall, making the town have a wind and water cycle, which looks no different from the outside world.

In the underground world, the most gorgeous dark temple, in the room of the high priest.

Vieruodis was lying on the chair, naked, and the elemental seal on her shoulders had been lifted.

She drank a bottle of healing potion and at the same time healed herself with light healing magic.

Vieruodis closed her eyes, and under the light of the soft healing technique, the hideous wound on her abdomen gradually recovered, becoming smooth and tender again.

The tingling in my mind also gradually subsided, but the feeling of weakness from using the mind-inducing potion still remained.

She changed the torn underwear, put on the black robes of the high priest, and walked out of the room.

Under the emerald green curly hair, Vieruodis had a solemn expression, and her whole person carried a mysterious and holy temperament like the night.

"Meet the High Priest."

"Good night, High Priest."

Along the way, ordinary priests or low-level priests in black robes bent down and saluted her.

But at this moment, Vieruodis was not in the mood to return the salute, she walked slowly towards the deepest part of the temple, the most secret room, with heavy steps.

The stone door engraved with the holy emblem of the night creaked open, revealing a small room of about fifty square meters.

In the center of the room is a black altar surrounded by stone arched walls inlaid with precious obsidian, giving a faint luminescence to the enclosed environment.

Beside the altar, a man wearing a top hat and a black windbreaker was standing quietly with his back to the stone gate.

Vieruodis walked behind him and bowed to salute: "Vieruodis has seen the great priest of judgment."

The man in the windbreaker, the great priest who ruled, turned around.

His face was not concealed in any way, and his appearance was ordinary, which belonged to the kind that would be difficult to recognize when thrown into a crowd.

Vieruodis still lowered her head: "Sorry, I didn't complete the task and revealed my identity."

The High Priest of the Judgment raised his right hand, with a calm expression on his face: "Don't blame yourself, after all, the other party is one of the Four Horsemen of the Apocalypse, so report this matter to the Archbishop first."

His right hand emits the magical radiance of dark elements, constructs a specific magic circuit, and projects it onto the altar.

A pitch-black array of hexagrams slowly emerged, and on the altar, black flames were born out of thin air, gathering into an illusory figure in midair.

Vieruodis bowed again to salute, and the High Priest of the Judgment also took off his top hat, put it behind his back, and bowed slightly.

This is an old man wearing a purple bishop's uniform, with a friendly temperament.

The archbishop landed softly on the ground.

He looked around the room, felt a somewhat oppressive atmosphere, and said in a low voice, "What's wrong? Didn't the favored person of the Goddess of Light bring you here?"

The great priest who ruled said: "The plan failed, we encountered the Four Horsemen of the Apocalypse."

The Archbishop looked at Vieruodis, narrowed his eyes and asked, "The Four Horsemen of the Apocalypse?"

His eyes were deeply probing, as if he wanted to see through Vieruodis.

Vieruodis explained: "The opponent is only [Plague] among the four knights."

The archbishop waved his hand, and a black flame floated out from his illusory palm and landed on Vieruodis's lower abdomen.

Vieruodis's expression remained unchanged, obviously full of trust in the Archbishop.

Sure enough, as the black flame approached, Vieruodis's lower abdomen revealed a mark of pure white magic power, and the pure magic power brilliance had a fierce confrontation with the black flame.

Because there was no follow-up support, the white mark was gradually ignited by the black flame, shattered, and turned into pure magic power.

The Archbishop sighed and said, "Facing the Four Horsemen of the Apocalypse, even the weakest plague, you have no chance to escape. They just want to find more clues through you."

Hearing this sentence, Vieruodis opened her eyes wide: "The weakest? I clearly saw that the plague used the absolute life field, at least four levels of strong."

Her green eyes were full of shock, and she said in an unbelievable tone: "If this is the weakest, doesn't Tianqi have ten fourth-order powerhouses?"

The four major directors, the two academicians and Xavier academician of Apocalypse Academy are all fourth-rank powerhouses, and Dean Xavier is recognized as No.1 in the world. If the four knights of the apocalypse hidden in the dark are also four Tier [-], I'm afraid there aren't as many Tier [-]s in the world combined.

After all, in the entire dark religion, there are only two dark archbishops of the fourth rank, and the rest of the priests and high priests are no more than the peak of the third rank.

The Guangming God Sect is slightly better than them, but the four Guangming archbishops of the Four Great Goddess Temples are of the fourth rank.

The archbishop shook his head and said, "The plague is not the fourth level. Of all the elves in Valoran, only the queen and Sullivan have reached the fourth level."

"Plague took over the title of the Four Knights only a dozen years ago, and it is impossible to grow so fast. Most of the life field is due to the artifact, the Bow of Plague."

Vieruodis thought of the white longbow in Plague's hand, and suddenly lost her mind and said, "I'm sorry, Archbishop, I also lost the holy artifact of the Divine Cult, the Dark Light Magic Disk."

The Archbishop felt a pain in his heart. In recent years, the Light Religion has developed rapidly and spared no effort to suppress the Dark Religion. Coupled with the general improvement of people's living standards, fewer and fewer people are close to the darkness, and the resources of the church are also decreasing.

The Dark Religion is not like the Light Religion that spreads all over Valoran, with a big family and great business, and it is not like the Apocalypse Academy, which keeps dozens of artifacts and hundreds of sacred artifacts in the Magic Temple, and can hold an artifact exhibition. It was pretty miserable.

In the entire dark church, there are only two archbishops who each possess an artifact because of the inheritance of the divine religion.

As for the sacred artifacts, there are only five or six in total, kept by the priests and chief priests, each of which is extremely precious.

Losing a dark light magic disc now is like digging out a piece of flesh from his heart.

However, remembering the current situation of the Dark God Cult's sparse population, the archbishop calmed down and comforted him: "It's okay, Vieruodis, as the most talented high priest of the Church's generation, it is the greatest luck for you to survive. What you encountered were the other four knights, whether it is [killing], [famine], or [death], you have no chance of escape."

Vieruodis lowered her head and said nothing.

It was the first time that she encountered such a big setback, not only losing the sacred artifact of the divine religion, but also ruining the lives of several outstanding believers, and almost getting involved in it herself.

The ruling priest asked, "What shall we do next?"

The archbishop looked at the obsidian-studded room, folded his hands, and said calmly, "The underground stronghold has been exposed. People from the Apocalypse Academy will come over sooner or later. You should evacuate."

Looking carefully, the corners of his mouth were twitching slightly, and the hands behind his back were trembling uncontrollably. Thinking of the manpower and equipment spent in operating the stronghold for many years, his heart was bleeding.

Vieruodis suddenly raised her head with a surprised expression.

The ruling priest had already expected this, but he still took a breath and asked, "Really? Archbishop, what about the priests and priests here?"

The archbishop said solemnly: "The priests do not need to evacuate, and the basic facilities do not need to be demolished. It is only necessary to transfer the important items of the religion."

"Apocalypse Academy respects the freedom of belief. They will only track down the key figures who attacked the students, and will not attack ordinary priests. We just exposed this stronghold in their field of vision, not giving up the stronghold."

The ruling priest breathed a sigh of relief and said, "It's okay."

A trace of confusion flashed in Vieruodis' eyes, and she asked, "Then what should I do?"

The archbishop said: "The plague will report your information, and the identity of the seminary can no longer be used..."

He looked at Vieruodis's beautiful face, hesitated for a few seconds, and finally said: "Go to the southern area of ​​the Apocalypse Magic Academy, look for the owner of the Night Tavern, and ask him to arrange it for you."

Vieruodis asked with some doubts: "The owner of the Night Tavern?"

The archbishop said: "That's right, he is the former archbishop of the Dark God Sect. He has been hiding in the Magic Academy for many years. Although he doesn't care about world affairs, he still has feelings for the church. He is definitely willing to help you arrange a new identity."

He considered his sentence and said, "It's just that the former bishop has some special hobbies, but don't worry, it won't endanger your life."

Vieruodis's eyes were determined, full of the color of not being afraid of difficulties.

She nodded heavily: "Yes!"

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