It's just that there's a bit of chill in the gentle wind.
It's already autumn.
Iros looked back at the picturesque scene of the secret realm, took a deep breath of cool air, and then stepped up the long stairs of the Great Temple of Light.
The moment Iros stepped onto the long steps, a hundred low-level angels descended from the sky and landed on both sides of the long steps. Every hundred steps, there would be a pair of angels.
Different from the arrogant and hostile attitude shown in front of Iros in the past, these lower-level angels who descended now showed humility and awe on their faces.
Whenever Iros passed between a pair of angels, the two angels would kneel down and spread their wings of light behind them to show their obedience to the superior.
The light wings of these descending angels vary in light and dark. The closer they are to the Great Temple of Light, the brighter their light wings will be. The ten angels standing at the gate of the Great Temple of Light have light wings behind them that are as real as they come.
This is not because the angels who are close to the Great Temple of Light are superior in strength, but the closer they are to the Great Temple of Light, the more power bonuses they will receive.
What the Great Temple of Light emits is not the faint holy glow of the past, but a soft blue glow.
The entire Great Temple of Light was trembling and screaming slightly, as if there was life, looking down at Iros who was climbing up the stairs.
The sky in the secret realm is blue, with endless majesty and power hidden in the blue. The entire sky seems to be the eyes of God, watching everything that happens in the mortal world.
The two giant doors of the Great Temple of Light slowly opened amidst the roaring sound. When the doors opened, the Pope, wearing a high crown, clad in rich clothes, and holding a tall scepter, slowly walked out of the door and stood on the edge of the steps.
At this time, the Pope looked completely exhausted, his face was solemn and solemn, and a faint radiance of radiance appeared on his wrinkled face!
The Pope walked to the top of the long steps and slowly opened his eyes. At the moment when his eyes opened, which imagined the life and death of countless planes, it seemed that his not burly body was already higher than the towering Great Temple of Light!
The hymn resounded throughout the secret realm, and bursts of sacred light were like mist, like waves, falling from the sky, or pouring out from the earth or mountain peaks, washing away the mundane world.
Countless petals fell from the sky like rain, falling on Iros and on the long steps in front of him.
In the colorful rain of falling flowers, there are many tiny angels flying around Iros, praising his deeds and looking forward to bathing in his glory.
Iros stopped and looked back.
Behind him, Lilith and Julia followed, their beauty unparalleled.
He looked forward again, and on the seemingly endless long stairs, there were humble angels, colorful flowers and rain, brilliance and glory. There were even little angels born specifically to sing his praises!
Iros looked at his hand again, which held two white wings tightly. The wings belonged to Elizabeth, the once glorious angel of wisdom.
At this moment, she was angry, hesitant, confused and frightened.
She struggled, but all her struggles were in vain.
She only had one pair of wings left, and they fell into the hands of others. As long as Iros's hand tightened even slightly, she would have no power to resist.
In fact, Elizabeth was suffering unspeakable pain.
Inside her body, there seemed to be a miniature space storm raging.
The power of the angels of wisdom is endless, but every time a new power is generated, it will be absorbed by the much more powerful space storm.
It doesn't stop there. Elizabeth's entity is constantly collapsing, decomposing into the unconscious original power of Heaven Mountain. There are also countless space cracks circling in her body. Wherever they pass, no matter how solid the material is, they will be torn apart.
crack!
Elizabeth understood that all of this actually stemmed from the fact that her ascended power exceeded the limitations of this plane, causing chaos and disintegration.
However, she should have noticed it before her power reached the limit that the space could accommodate.
But for some unknown reason, Elizabeth did not discover the power limitations of this plane at all. When her power exceeded the upper limit of the plane, another option was to temporarily break through the space barrier and hide in the space storm.
But how could the four opponents she faced at that time give her this chance?
In Paradise Mountain, the dazzling brilliance of the Cherubim is enough to suppress the Angels of Light who have not entered the angel sequence, and their power is far from all the Cherubim.
However, with the strength of both sides being limited, in terms of combat alone, Themis alone can rival Elizabeth. What's more, she was severely damaged by the Eye of Destruction and has been unable to contact the God of Wisdom, so her power is incomparable.
The skill cannot be used.
Elizabeth's consciousness was only awake for a moment. She tried her best to gather strength, tried to burn herself, and turned herself into the unconscious power of God to return to Heaven Mountain.
Although in this way, in a sense, the cherubim of Paradise Mountain can be said to have disappeared from now on, but she is willing!
The glory of Cherubim would never allow her to be so insulted!
How could those wings that once carried infinite brilliance be reduced to the grasp of a humble mortal, an evil heretic?
Just as her strength was gathering, Iros had already noticed it. He tightened his grip, and a seemingly void power was transmitted from Elizabeth's wings. Wherever it passed, all the energy changes in her body disappeared.
Without a trace.
As soon as the strength of resistance disappeared, Elizabeth's consciousness gradually became blurred again, and she groaned.
She wanted to scream, but she couldn't. Looking out with her eyes, there was only blazing energy flames!
In fact, if Iros hadn't suppressed the energy storm raging in her body with his own power, Elizabeth would have burned into a ball of flame at this moment.
After suppressing Elizabeth's resistance, Iros smiled slightly, raised his head, and met the eyes of the Pope who was standing at the top of the long steps, as if he was supporting the heaven and earth with his own body!
The moment their eyes met, the heaven and earth fell silent, and the wind stopped.
Between the Holy Glory, the Flower Rain and the little angel, there was an invisible huge thunder light passing by.
Finally, Iros smiled. Facing such glory and splendor, there was an unspeakable bitterness in his smile.
He took a step and climbed up the stairs again.
Time in the secret realm seems to flow extremely slowly, but also seems to flow as fast as a river.
In the blink of an eye, Iros had stepped through ten thousand steps and stood in front of the Pope.
In his eyes, the Pope is still a huge darkness, and there is no light in the darkness.
Heathcote stood behind the Pope. His face was a little strange. He looked at the hundreds of angels who were still kneeling on the long steps, then at Lilith, Julia, and the cherubim held by Iros.
When he saw a faint blue flame emerging from Iros's body, his expression changed again, and he finally got down on one knee and knelt down to Iros.
Iros did not notice the Son's obedience. He just stared blankly at the Pope's eyes. In those indescribable eyes, there were too many planes of life and death.
I don’t know how long it took, but the Pope finally raised his scepter and gave it a heavy slap, causing the entire secret realm to tremble.
Corresponding to his actions, countless thunder exploded in the sky of the secret realm, and a high-pitched hymn that penetrated the clouds resounded through every corner of the secret realm!
The sky curtain opened, and a beautiful but somewhat weak angel descended from the sky. There were a pair of blue wings on her back, her hands were respectfully stretched forward, and a ball of light was slowly spinning in the palm of her hand.
Look carefully. This ball of light is made up of countless mysterious and complicated symbols. Each symbol represents a kind of power.
The angel slowly landed in front of Ilos, stretched out his hands, and presented the ball of light.
Iros stared at the ball of light and felt that it seemed familiar.
He couldn't remember how many nights he woke up from that nightmare. Every time he woke up, he was exhausted and sweating profusely.
When he first entered that dream, he had seen three bodies of terrifying beings with thousands of eyes at a very close distance. In that golden body made of unknown metal, symbols and this ball of light kept emerging.
Very similar.
Of course, Iros now knows that the person in his dream is the main god of Paradise Mountain, the God of Light.
It's just that many times, knowing the truth is not a good thing.
Looking back on the past twenty years, Iros has gone from having nothing to becoming famous all over the continent, and has even been able to participate in the battle between the main gods of Paradise Mountain.
Looking back at this moment, the past is like smoke.
He suddenly wanted to go back to the past, to the simple days in the army. After all, life at that time was orderly and passionate, and there was still hope in humility.
At this time, the pope's voice brought Iros back to reality. There was a strange rhythm in the old voice:
"Elos, the great God of Light has noticed your piety and achievements, so the God of Light sent an oracle to grant you a share of his glorious glory."
When Iros heard this, his eyes fell on the ball of light in the angel's hand again.
At this moment, all knowledge about this glory appeared in his consciousness.
What the angel offered was indeed the power that originated from the God of Light.
However, it is both a power and a chain. The consequences of betraying the faith of the God of Light are definitely not comparable to any oath in the world.
Iros finally stretched out his hand, his hand shaking.
The Pope said slowly: "Be humble in the face of unaffordable glory, but when God places glory in front of you, don't doubt whether you are qualified to receive it."
Iros looked at the Great Temple of Light. Although he could not see it, he could feel that in that temple, she, who had been turned into a statue, was still standing quietly in the holy flames of Heaven Mountain.
The next moment, his hand had already reached into the ball of light!
In an instant, countless symbols representing power fell into his hands.
At this moment, the world is silent.
The sky is a little blue, the mountains are a little blue, in fact, everything in Iros's eyes is a little blue.
In the silence, Iros finally noticed that at some point Hescott had completely knelt on the ground, with his wings spread out behind him, facing him in the most respectful manner, but Iros's thoughts seemed a little slow.
It took a while before he responded to the Holy Son's humility.
Iros felt something strange on his back again. He moved slightly, and with a swipe sound, two huge blue wings stretched out from behind to in front of him.
Iros gently stroked the two blue wings, feeling a little enlightened in his heart.