After the full level, my soft rice system is long overdue

After thinking about it, he realized that he couldn't find the other party's flaws in terms of logic and words.

So, he chose to change his mind.

"It's just a sophistry with some fake ideas—"

"But--"

"A miracle like my lord, can you do it?"

The preacher of the god of storm and sea lowered his head slightly, and chanted solemnly.

next moment--

Accompanied by a bang.

A finger-thin lightning flashed and disappeared over the square.

The lightning flashed and disappeared, but it caused a great uproar among the people watching in the square.

"Magic!"

"Born out of thin air, releasing the magic of light!"

People were quite excited, and they began to discuss noisyly.

Although it is only a tiny, flashing lightning.

But for the residents of Aurora City——

The production of light requires the burning of firewood.

In order to maintain enough light, firewood was consumed extremely fast, so people in Aurora City had to risk their lives to go out to collect firewood.

This has long been a truth that all residents of Aurora City have firmly believed in, and it has never been questioned in the past 200 years!

And at this moment, it is so rootless and without source, it suddenly appeared in the sky out of thin air, emitting a bright thunderbolt.

It is something that human beings cannot touch and cannot control.

Only miracles!

Only magic!

Only then can we explain what happened to the eyes!

All of a sudden, the name of the God of Storm and Thunder began to be discussed crazily among the people of Aurora City.

The preacher of the God of Storm and Sea looked down at the petite girl in front of him.

Even he didn't expect that he would be so lucky today, that he successfully obtained the Lord's gift of divine arts just by praying.

After all, according to the preacher's past experience, the Lord's power seems to have been disturbed by something, and the response is not effective at times, and it often takes ten or even dozens of attempts to get a little response.

"so--"

"What will you respond to?"

"Among the other false gods that the Lord told in the oracle, there is no such a "God of Arcane Art". "

The preacher of the God of Storm and Ocean swept Anna with victorious eyes, and there were other preachers with ugly faces.

After all, even if the other missionaries were to launch the magic together, it would be very difficult for them to succeed at once.

Even if the divine spell is successfully activated, the rest of the gods, because of their authority——

The divine technique that was activated was definitely not as shocking as the flash of lightning that appeared out of thin air.

However, in response to his—

But it was just Anna's still pleasant words.

"A means like yours, my lord has mastered it countless years ago."

"only--"

"My lord's means of use will never be as rough as yours, completely ignoring the impact of waste and profligacy—"

Step by step, she walked to the altar of the bonfire that had been completely extinguished, leaving only dim sparks in the ashes.

Then--

Anna stretched out her finger and pressed a button in her hand.

click-

Only a crisp sound was heard.

next moment.

Dazzling and bright light.

From the original bonfire, a huge glazed sphere sparkled.

Pure white light emanated from the sphere and spread around the square.

It illuminates the astonished missionaries on the high platform.

It illuminates the haggard-looking residents outside the square.

And that soft glow hasn't stopped.

Light pierces through the wide square—

On the stone tower in the distance.

The Consul Francis stood up at some point.

The soft white light spread through the broken window casement, illuminating Francis' eyes full of astonishment.

..

"According to His Majesty Shire, this is a small pre-emptive attempt—"

On the high platform, Anna's words were still pleasant to the ear, but with a restrained excitement.

Although the previous words were taught by Shire.

But this soft white light, although she had expected it in her heart, was the first time Anna witnessed it with her own eyes.

"This is my lord—"

"A divine art bestowed by the God of Arcane Art."

"Divine art, called "Atomic Lamp". "

"And its useful life is—"

Anna's words paused slightly.

"100."

Chapter 52 Abyss: Don't come here! 7k5

Pure white light spread from the top of the campfire.

Bright and beautiful.

That light spanned the Bonfire Square.

Across the tower called the Watchtower.

It illuminates the layers of low houses in the city.

And at the very edge of the city, the gray and white tall stone city wall standing silently like a giant.

The children playing in the street stopped making noise..

The women who were weaving clothes by the weak candlelight in the house put down their needlework and walked out of the small wooden door..

Even the guards who were holding torches, wearing old silver armor, and patrolling the city wall made of gray and white boulders, always on guard against the movements of creatures at dusk in the distance, stopped their movements at this moment.

They all raised their heads involuntarily, and looked at the center of Aurora City, the bonfire square that should have been extinguished due to lack of firewood.

Then, witnessing the arrival of that pure light.

this moment.

The whole city was immersed in the shock brought by the pure brilliance, unable to extricate itself.

..

Bonfire Square.

The whole venue was illuminated like daylight.

Everyone in the square was eerily silent.

The people in linen robes just silently stared at the bright world and the people around them.

They are all residents who have lived together in Aurora City for decades.

But at this moment, it was the first time in decades that they really saw the true appearance of their companions beside them.

No longer relying on the dim light of torches and candles in the dark, it is just a muddy outline that can only be vaguely distinguished.

But standing in that pure white clear light—

Even the coarse pores of the people around him and the stains on the robes can be seen clearly..

this world.

Until this moment, it became so clear and real to the residents of Aurora City.

..

At this moment, even those fanatical missionaries were silent in that pure light.

Frankly speaking, why don't they know in their hearts——

At that time, the spirit was not working, and ten prayers often only got one response, and even if they got a response, the gods who would make their minds blurred for a long time...

Maybe not so reliable, not so trustworthy.

However, they dare not think about it, dare not doubt it.

Because this is already the last straw they can touch.

It is like a beautiful and illusory bubble that diffracts infinite colors under the light.

Everyone knows it's short-lived and unstable, but no one wants to poke it.

But at this moment——

The fanatical but uneasy faith in the hearts of the missionaries was shaken at this moment.

..

tuk tuk-

The sound of footsteps was very slight, but it was particularly obvious in the inexplicably silent square at the moment.

And this slight sound of footsteps also broke the weird and solemn atmosphere on the square.

People came back to their senses as if they had just woken up from a big dream, and turned their attention to the owner of the footsteps——

"The Consul—"

"Mr. Francis."

..

Respectful voices sounded one after another.

Although it is undeniable that there are indeed many people who have doubts in the previous conspiracy theories.

However, that is more, just an uncontrollable, subconscious speculation.

For Francis, every resident of Aurora City has nothing but admiration and admiration in their hearts.

This does not come from the deterrence of the one-sided authority held by the other party as a consul.

It is because of the reputation that Francis has written with blood, sweat, and tangible achievements in the 20 years since he became the consul.

If it weren't for the consuls of Aurora City's consistent persistence in their posts generation after generation, it would have carried the weight of the city for 200 years.

Then maybe this city, as early as in the countless previous crises, has already stepped into the footsteps of other surrounding cities, and it can't last at all.