Summoner of Nightmares

872. Chapter 872

    Chapter 872

    Men kneel on their knees, and on their back there are two laptops with residual blood. The bruises of the robes also appear to be somewhat damaging.

    “The leader, the holy Legion of the Temple of Light, the United Angel Legion, the golden temple, is about to arrive near the Hiroshima.”

    Lin Sheng’s hand is on the cane, and the face is calm.

    “Fear?” He asked.

    “In any event, I will follow Saint Light’s footsteps.” The man in the face will answer with a low degree of clarity.

    “You’ve always been this personality, Kelesa.” Lin Sheng showed a smile.

    And he looked away and looked at the bright and vast plains.

    Clear the wind over everything.

    The grass shakes, spreads a path of the wave.

    A few bald eagles in the sky spin and scream from time to time. Lower buffalo drinks, leisure natural.

    “Look, how beautiful the world.” Lin Sheng sighs.

    “Harmony, calm, beautiful, Perfection… Regrettably, however, all of this is about to be ruined by unspeakable wars.”

    Calesa’s on the side of brief remark.

    Indeed, including him, there is no understanding at the senior level of all bright societies why Lin Sheng, as head, would act in the face of the Temple of Light.

    The strength of the light society, though strong, is far from being able to confront the powerful Temple of Light.

    After all, that is the true core of the Lord of Light.

    But because of these years’ trust in Lin Sheng and in Saint Light.

    All of them follow Lin Sheng, to this moment.

    At this point, Q is under pressure, and the great power of the Temple of Light, such as the great wind, is likely to dump the entire bright society at any time.

    But in such a critical moment, the people of the Light Society are hardly pressured to do any of their own tasks by following Lin Sheng’s instructions.

    This includes Saint Light’s contagious effects, but more, Lin Sheng has given members a second life, healing their qualities.

    “Kelesa.” Lin Sheng suddenly asked how long remains to arrive at the Sun Tower? “

    “About an hour.” Calesa calmly replied.

    “An hour? Is everybody there?” Lin Sheng continues to ask.

    “Yes, it’s all at the Daily Tower headquarters, waiting for you to come.”

    Lin Sheng smiled.

    “Good. Well, hold the last general meeting. Let’s go together.”

    He lightly stopped the staff and automatically opened a white portal in front of him.

    Lin Sheng without slightest hesitation, first step in.

    Kelekha follow closely from behind.

    A transmission technique can be delivered directly to the Daily Tower from the point of view near.

    The intermediate crossing of such a long distance is well beyond the scope that counsel 6th Level can do.

    Two guys after another passing through the portal.

    Behind the door, it’s a blonde great great hall.

    golden’s suncrystal floats in the air, releasing soft golden faint.

    A high-ranking member of the Light Society has long waited here.

    They were divided into two platoons, standing on both sides of the carpet, staring at Lin Sheng and Kerrisha, who just walked out.

For

    a while, silence in the lobby.

    Only Lin Sheng walked forward with a little bit of a stick.

    As he moves forward, the top of the staff in his hand has also begun to grow up soft and golden dizzy.

    Until you go to the main, Lin Sheng turns around, sit down gently, and put on the back of the cold chair.

    “Everyone.” He looks forward to having high-ranking members of the Light Society at the site.

    “I will wait to witness a new era.”

    He’s a word stopped.

    “Change the past.”

    “Change now.”

    “Change the future!”

    weng!

The

    crystal at the top of his staff is steep, rays of light, and the golden light of the day crystal passes through the floor, brings it to the top of the day tower, and then steers up and starts over the sky.

    golden’s light column is pure, clouds, skies, as if it’s been flying into the universe.

    Lung…

    A lightning plan over the sky.

    The thick clouds come together, spreading over the sky.

    The great jihad Legion step further moved towards the Daily Tower speed. Up on the top, the temple golden was embraced by clouds.

    Angel remains in high songs, and Legendary has started a path of legal barriers and blessings.

    Saints Knight prayed loudly, quoting a path of pure white light, bathing all over.

    The gods of the bright God, incarnation, have fought for gods, invisible gods have become white light, shining on the Quartet.

    The God of the morning, Alvard, touches his own Divine Artifact long sword and looks forward to a high-daylight tower that is gradually floating on the edge of the plains.

    And he stood by the Lord of the Trumpet, and the Lord of the Light, Olya.

    And in front of them, the chief of this holy war, the solar god Carlos.

    Behind the incarnation of the gods, there is a bleak spectacular spectre of magic.

    And the glory of the Sun God, Carlos, is one of the brightest of its eyes.

    That’s all because he’s the only middle-class incarnation here.

    And those who pray, Legendary, were sent out by him.

    Carlos is a beautiful, handsome teenager with golden jewellery all over his body.

    His eyebrows were golden, golden necklaces on his neck, with golden rings and bracelets on his arm.

    Besides that, there are earrings, noses, decorations, flowers, chest needles, etc.

    From the head to the feet, he has nothing to do with golden light shining.

    Even his hair and skin color have caves, and it’s a slice of fresh golden.

    “Feel it? The end of the Orthodox God roars.” The Sun God Carlos said with a slight smile.

    He stood in front of the Goddess golden, looking forward to the presence of a great daylight tower in the eyes of God.

    “It is even their honor to make them feel the magic of light, even if they are melted in the power of God.” Carlos is playing with his little golden hair with his shoulders, and smiling with ease and harmony on his face.

    “Well, now, I’ll give them a little gifts.”

    He’s on his way up to right hand, and he’s on his way.

    Suddenly a slight shock came from the top of all.

    Caos’ eyebrows, slight up looking towards the air.

The

    projection of the Temple of Light is directly cast in the clouds, and above all, it should be the meningredient of the outer surface of the main.

    Why is there a silence in the outer meningum at this time?

The

    clouds are growing and everyone is increasingly attracted by this voice, and all rise up and look to the sky.

    “Some mistakes, be careful, Your Highness Carlos.” The God of the morning Edward suddenly remembered his own experience in another incarnation that stayed on the wild forest, and felt somewhat wrong in his heart.

    In any event, the light society behind the balcony has never been the type of dead end since its birth.

    They’re obviously not their own courting death’s crazy cult. Rather, a step towards battalion will be taken and power will be operated in iron barrels in general.

    Such a force must not be unambiguous about the magnitude of the White light Temple.

    But now they’re still working.

    There is absolutely a climate behind them that will enable them to believe that they can confront the Temple of Light.

    “Don’t worry, no matter what they do, everything is empty in front of God.” Carlos is not random.

    tone barely fell.

    bang!

    Throughout the top of the Holy War Legion, there’s never been, and there’s a huge wave of transparency.

    Bombling in the Great Bang.

    Crazy storms, space distortions.

    A giant grey vortex suddenly floats from vortex to a black battleship of incomparable gigantic type.

    the battleship just pulled out vortex and hid most of the sky.

    (This chapter is over)