The capital of the Kingdom of Braden, Hagia Sophia.
At this moment, Auxiliary Bishop Howard was standing alone on the bell tower of the church, looking up at the rising sun and the stars before they set in the sky.
As usual, he wore a bishop's crown and a plain white robe, with a sacred and solemn air. However, he had a half-eaten, ugly-looking sandwich in his hand, and there was a lot of white salad dressing on his mouth.
It has to be said that although the food in the church is exquisitely made, the portions are small and mainly vegetarian. Not only is Howard not used to it, but he often doesn't have enough to eat.
However, as a clergyman in charge of the "Haul of Judgment", he must work hard to maintain an otherworldly and sacred image. If he sweats and drinks water, others will be shocked, let alone sneaking to a restaurant outside the church to eat.
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Only late at night could he sneak into the church kitchen, use his excellent cooking skills, and make himself some midnight snacks to fill his stomach.
Cooking is easy to say but not easy to do.
Not only did he have to try his best to avoid the priest and the cook when lighting the fire, but he even had to hide in the bell tower to eat his sandwich.
This made him, the bishop, act like a spy.
In this way, Howard leaned against the railing of the clock tower, chewing on the sandwich on hand, and couldn't help but begin to miss the free time in the Wizard's Tower.
However, at this moment, a strange feeling suddenly flashed through Howard's heart.
He raised his head.
In the early morning sky, a looming meteor flashed past and soon disappeared.
"It's not good." Such an idea came to Howard's subconscious.
Unknowingly, the sandwich in his hand slipped quietly from the railing of the bell tower, first fell on the stone sculpture of an angel, and covered the angel's face with salad dressing, and then rolled down the steps in front of the church, with lettuce leaves,
Bacon and tomatoes were scattered all over the floor, looking particularly abrupt on the clean and dustless white marble steps.
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At the same time, Merlins also stood in the mage tower and looked up at the sky.
The rising sun has already risen in the eastern sky, and the stars are still twinkling in the western sky.
Of course, in Merlins' vision, behind these twinkling stars lies a long river of destiny. The life, old age, illness and death of all living beings are clearly visible in this river.
Except Allen.
In Merlins' vision, Allen's fate has always been a line that is constantly changing and flickering among many branches. However, at this moment, Merlins suddenly lost his perception of Allen.
Instead, there was a dazzling, scorching, and boundless light.
This ball of light exploded in the river of destiny, turning Merlins' vision into a vast expanse of white.
"Something happened to Allen."
Merlins coughed a few times, and blood oozed from the corners of his mouth.
He never expected that even if he became a legendary mage, he would still be attacked by prophecy more than once.
"Mellins, I have told you before that you are a half-assed prophet." Seeing Merlins's embarrassed appearance, the toucan flapped its colorful wings again and jumped on his shoulders. "Even the fate of your students
You can’t keep an eye on me, so go back and study with your teacher for a few more years!”
"Teacher..." Hearing this word, Merlins sighed, with a bitter smile on his face, "If possible, I really want to study with the teacher for a few more years. It's a pity that I can't even
I don’t even know where the teacher is, let alone find him.”
"Quack!" Toucan raised his head and looked at him sideways, "Merlins, don't even think about changing the subject. Who did your prophecy fall on again this time?"
"Light," Merlins pointed to the morning glow on the horizon, "she has become stronger again."
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In the gap between the planes, just as the space turbulence was about to rush towards him, Allen's sight appeared like this.
He saw a man in the distant horizon, with his hands behind his back and his back facing a huge ball of light, walking gently towards him.
He stepped lightly on the turbulent flow of space, just like a boy playing in the water gently stepping on the waves in the shallows of the river.
He waved his sleeves gently.
The wind stopped.
The wave receded.
It's sunny.
A dreamlike rainbow appeared in front of Allen.
One end of the rainbow fell on his toes, and the other end led to a new plane shrouded in light.
Then he quietly turned and left.
Don't take away a single cloud.
In this silent plane gap, Allen narrowed his eyes slightly, trying to identify the person's identity clearly
Just now, when the person first appeared, he remembered that he could really see the other person's appearance, but when the person turned and left, Allen felt that he had completely forgotten the person's appearance.
It was as if the memory of just now had been wiped out of my head, without any trace left.
But time was tight at this time, and Allen didn't have time to think about it carefully.
He only thought for about a second before stepping onto this dreamlike rainbow bridge and walking towards the plane wrapped in blazing light.
Although this Hongqiao looks illusory, it is real when you step on it.
Moreover, as long as Allen walks on this Rainbow Bridge, the light outside, although hot and arrogant, seems to be blocked by an invisible wall and cannot hurt Allen at all.
Allen was deeply surprised by this.
The power of that mysterious man is so powerful! He can actually block the power of the goddess of light!
So such a powerful person...why would he want to save himself? What is his motivation for doing these things?
Did he recognize his true identity?
Or is he also a back-up man left behind by the original God of Darkness?
Or is he also an unknown god who hopes to achieve certain goals by rescuing himself?
Allen didn't know.
But now is not the time to ponder these questions.
Along the Rainbow Bridge, he walked swiftly and quickly passed through the rich light that enveloped the plane.
"Hello, New World."
He said softly, but the smile on his face was a little bitter.
Then the surrounding light gradually disappeared.
A few seconds later, he appeared above a golden wheat field, and then fell heavily to the ground.
Severe pain swept through his body like a wave.
But he smiled even brighter, as if he was unaware of the pain.
After passing through the light surrounding the crystal wall of the plane, he once again felt the existence of the power of faith.
It's like a person who has lived in a dark room for a long time, suddenly opens the window and breathes fresh air.
Just like that, Allen lay on his back on the wheat field, breathing heavily.
His smile looked silly.
His posture was spread out and he looked very rude.
But no one is looking at him now, so why should he care about his image?
He licked the corner of his mouth and tasted the salty taste. He didn't know if it was sweat or tears.