The search operation in the city of Butani has fully begun, with soldiers holding guns and swords, wearing full armor, and their heads and faces covered in helmets, only revealing a pair of murderous eyes, cruising through the streets and alleys.
The residences of political opponents and dissidents, as well as the church of the Holy Church of Light, were all surrounded, and not a single pedestrian was seen on the streets, only soldiers lined with knives and guns.
But at this moment, from the direction of the Holy Temple of Light, a horse came galloping wildly. The horse is a white horse, with a majestic body. Its hooves, the size of a bowl, tread on the bluestone pavement, making a "clack clack clack" sound as if tapping on the human heart.
The person on the horse had white hair floating in the air, dressed in a red robe, and held a brightly shining magic stone in his hand. It was none other than the Cardinal Christopher of the Church of Light.
There were a total of two thousand heavily armed city defense soldiers besieging the Temple of Light, as well as a group of forty mages composed of priests and magicians, including the Holy Knight Gantis, whose identity has not yet been revealed and whose reputation has been restored.
This lineup is indeed powerful, but the Red Cathedral used to attack the Temple of Light is still insufficient. They have left behind all the bishops, priests, and knights, but still cannot retain the Red Archbishop Christopher, a servant of God second only to the Pope and the Grand Justices.
Wherever the white horse passed, a cloud of lead rolled and moved in the sky, making the situation extremely eerie.
The city of Butani is magnificent and divided into an inner city and an outer city. The city gates between the inner and outer cities have now been closed, and there are long spears, angle irons, and a large group of soldiers holding crossbows in front of the gates. However, when Christopher appeared at the end of the long street, he did not slow down his horse speed at all and continued to run wildly towards this place.
Shoot! "The officer gave the order. Countless sharp arrows shot out like a sudden rain.
Christopher's white hair and beard fluttered in the wind, and his red robe blew like a war flag. The stern killing aura on his aged face made no one underestimate it.
The arrow was shot out, and the staff in his hand was also raised, suddenly moving forward. With his movements, a strong wind suddenly blew up, whistling and rolling towards the city gate. Countless sharp arrows were scattered by the strong wind, making it difficult to produce any killing power.
Thunder rage. Heaven's punishment
Christopher drank heavily and pointed at the staff. Lightning followed quickly, like purple snakes unwilling to be lonely, struggling to emerge from the dark clouds like mud and fiercely exploding towards the ground.
Thunder struck and no one could stop him. The soldiers who tried to stop him were knocked over by the explosion, and countless people screamed and ran for their lives. Smoke filled the air as lightning passed by. The charred human and horse corpses lay on the ground, with a faint smell of burnt flesh spreading out.
The red robed Archbishop and his men are united. Like a gust of wind rushing towards the city gate, less than half an arrow away, he suddenly held the scepter in both hands and lifted it high. A silver gray halo enveloped him completely.
A lightning bolt tore through the sky, causing a thunderous roar. Suddenly, a ball of fire descended from the sky and crashed into the bluestone slab in front of the city gate, then spun and rolled forward.
The diameter of the fireball was over a person's height. As it rolled over, all the barricades and barricades were shattered and thrown into the air, splashing towards both sides. The fireball plowed a black ditch half a foot deep on the bluestone road, and the soil and gravel rolled over to both sides. The soldiers were horrified by the terrifying scene and immediately fled to both sides.
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