Chapter 603 Attack

Becky looked at the many people who came forward unexpectedly, and unconsciously looked into the corner where he had just sat - because she didn't feel any special aura. Becky, who already has the ninth level of strength, could be said to be no less than anyone else's perception ability. The current situation can already explain some problems...

"I think we're too polite?"

Many shrugged, "I thought my relationship with this archbishop should be good."

"Uh...I was a little surprised...so--"

Becky was so confused that he didn't know what to say because he was chanting the prayer with a very stuttering stuttering at this time.

"Just kidding," Many smiled, looking relaxed, "I just came back, and I'll give you some things."

"Give it to me?"

Becky's eyes turned to the glorious scepter in his hand. Only those who use it know the preciousness of this scepter, so when many people say "giving" again, Becky really felt that his nerves were not strong enough.

"What's nervous?"

My eyebrows were raised, and many of my current appearances were much easier than the worrying image that I often frowned at the time. The strong confidence that I inadvertently exuded was rarely revealed at all times before.

Without waiting for Becky to answer, many of the long swords sealed in the space ring were taken out. The two-handed swords that were 1.45 meters long were suitable in many hands, but compared with Becky, who was a perfect figure but a little shorter, it looked much heavier.

"I think this sword should belong to you."

Many lightly waved, obscure fluctuations flashed through the air, and almost half of the believers in the church who had not walked out. They turned around and looked at the Lord Lord holding the sword and the Bishop who were staring blankly next to him, all stopped.

What is this to do?

When the sword was swung by many, there were golden traces left in the air. Then the sword body was placed horizontally, and many raised their hands to push them in front of Becky.

"Hold it."

As if she couldn't control her arm, her fingers twitched nervously twice, blinked her eyes, looked at the long sword with an incredible face, and then trembled and stretched out her hands.

The white fingers gently touched the hilt of the sword. Many of them let go of his raised arms at this time, and the sword body actually floated in the air...

Then, the light shines brightly.

Although the interior of the church has enough lighting, this Gothic building still looks dark inside. However, the light emitted by the long sword at this moment has already reflected the interior of the house in a slight light!

Becky's body, holding the long sword in both hands, involuntarily emitted a platinum light. Her eyes were also bright, and the long sword gradually shrank in part in her hands. During this change, six light wings suddenly appeared behind Becky!

It is the light wings of the Angel Ramir.

This former angel seemed to have reappeared in the world at this moment, and a powerful and powerful aura suddenly enveloped the entire church and even the entire Auditoric Fort!

Becky's face was still so flawless. She gently raised her sword, and the perfect proportion made her image look like an angel sculpture in the holy land of Galan.

"Light, cut off all evil..."

Becky recited this sentence gently, his voice was filled with powerful spiritual power that ordinary people could not understand. This strange sight had long caused believers who had not left the church to kneel down devoutly...

The Bishop is actually an angel?!

The manifestation of this miracle has made them have no unnecessary doubts about the faith of the God of Light...even if it is not a little bit!

The pious kneeling was no longer enough to express their inner excitement. The powerful outward-looking momentum made them unable to get close to them.

The glass of the church was shaking slightly, and Betsy stood there with a long sword in his hand, turned his head and looked at the many who were still standing quietly in front of him.

The image of the Angel Ramir made Becky instantly transform from the image of the weak and quiet bishop into a Valkyrie who seemed to be a war-torn Valkyrie. However, under this aggressive aura, many of them were like a contrast object for comparison. His hands were spread out, and he seemed to not feel any pressure, but he took a step back and said softly like an unfamiliar stranger: "The thing returns to the original owner."

Becky...or the silent Ramir gently placed the sword on his nose and made a salute move that only existed among the angels in the Holy See - she nodded slightly, then stood the sword on the ground, and her six wings suddenly opened, the image as it was at the top of the scepter of the Glory.

And the glorious scepter in Becky's hand just now disappeared.

The light gradually faded away, and there was still a warm and incredible powerful force in the air. The strength of this aura was far more than the tenth level... It was a complete expression of the power of the real angel.

It seemed as if a long time had passed, and it seemed that in just a moment, Becky raised her head gently, the light wings behind her had disappeared, and the long sword in her hand was also hidden invisible.

But the scepter of the glory that appeared again...the waves are powerful and exudes a warm atmosphere that seems to be about to bring the holy light to the world at any time.

"Thanks."

Becky nodded, with a hint of gentleness in her eyes and a hint of awe.

Many bowed and bowed, like believers, and then turned around and left without saying a word.

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"Times have changed, I wonder if Dashir is still as I imagined."

Elder Sandinalan stepped onto the teleportation array and turned around and said to many, "I hope the elders' council will not disappoint me now."

"I can't guarantee this, elder."

"Just call me your name, you can do this by winning the respect of an upper elf."

This eternal arrogance revealed in words made many people not surprised. He shrugged indifferently, "Mrs. Sandinalan, I wish you a happy journey."

Henry curled his lips and led the elder to Dashire by the supreme leader of Roland's Thorn - this is also a recognition of Elder Sandina Lan's status. As a leader of ace intelligence department, Henry's name is very loud in the upper class, and it seems that Sandina Lan's proud elf is quite satisfied.

"It will be pleasant, little Count."

Many people smiled helplessly at this title, and watched the elder disappear into the teleportation array next to the Earl's Mansion, but they felt that their territory had developed and matured now.

It’s just that when it’s dark, the scout sent an extremely important message.

The undead is here.

...

The Holy See of Lambas firmly contained the entire army of undead outside the Solanmea wall on the border. Although it consumed a lot of manpower and material resources and killed and injured countless soldiers, this effort was effective - the undead failed to step into the territory of Lambas' Holy See, and eventually had to retreat behind the border of the Kingdom of Viron.

But soon, the news that the undead army bypassed the Azura jungle and raided Silias but eventually failed made the Lambas soldiers tighten again. As expected, a black army appeared on the border.

But when the other party appeared in the scout's vision, the soldiers prayed to the God of Light.

The army of the Abyss tribe is here.

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Chapter completed!