Who says the Magic Cyber ​​Police can't overthrow the Heavenly Gang?

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Suddenly, the sacred fire of the Moth Tribe blazed brightly, and Radiance also emitted an extremely powerful light. At that moment, it seemed to transform into a small sacred torch, becoming a kind of "light source".

Latis was slightly taken aback upon seeing this.

This situation reminded him of the concept of a container.

I heard from Holnet and others that the existence of divine arts such as broken containers and perfect containers was because the previous generation of the Illuminati needed to use divine arts of containers to assist them because the human body was not enough to contain the power from the gods.

However, it now seems that... the existence of Radiance itself is also a container in some sense? Except that Radiance is a source of light that contains the "Primordial Light"...

He pondered for a moment, feeling as if he had glimpsed the origin of the Radiance of later generations. The Radiance of this moment did not seem like a madman who tried to infect the whole world with his will of light, but rather like an ordinary god, or rather, a pioneer who had just taken a step forward.

sand!

The sound of wings unfolding came from in front of them. Latis looked up and saw that Radiance had crouched down slightly, stretching out its huge wings, waiting for them to put on the ceremonial items.

Latis nodded to Jennifer, then stepped forward, stopping behind Radiance, and raised the ritual implement, draping it over Radiance's wings.

call……

The exquisite ceremonial objects, placed by the two individuals, slowly adhered to the curves of the wings of light, covering them like the most intimate clothing.

The semi-illusory wings of light made Latis's hand feel slightly hot. He withdrew his hand and was somewhat surprised to find that his divine magic ring was emitting a faint light, as if it had resonated with something.

A resonance of divine magic? It shouldn't be... the purification spell inside this ring is just the most basic kind...

Wait, could this be a divine sacrifice spell? Is the ring implying that he can offer his radiance to the God of Light?

No, buddy, that's a bit too much...

Latis muttered a few complaints to himself, sighed helplessly, and retreated backstage with Jennifer.

Although the contact with the radiance was brief, Latis's consciousness quickly analyzed the feeling of being drawn in and out of control. Now he was almost certain that even if he withdrew now, he could still pinpoint the general direction of the divine realm.

Latis was also somewhat surprised by this. The speed of the analysis seemed to be beyond his imagination. No, rather, the distribution of the divine power was somewhat unexpected.

It's like... the distribution of magic elements under the magic net.

What's the situation?

His heart was immediately filled with curiosity, but the radiance before him certainly couldn't answer his questions; after all, it was just a silhouette of a dream, and a dream of the moth prophet at that...

Wait, a moth-prophet's dream?

Latis frowned, as if the oppressive force he had been sensing had found its source in an instant. He turned his head sharply to look at the little prophet who had been staring at him from the side of the platform.

"what……"

The little prophet and Latis looked at each other for a moment, then suddenly laughed and said, "So you did find out after all."

"What did you find..."

Latis was slightly startled, his mind racing. However, before he could even grasp the amiss, a sudden boom echoed around him, and the moths cried out in alarm:

"The snail race has invaded! Enemy attack!"

Snapped!

A clump of slime suddenly fell from the sky and landed in front of Latis, slowly corroding a shallow pit in the ground.

He looked up and saw the snail race slowly emerging from the ceiling. Amidst the crackling sound of slime exploding and splashing as it fell into the sacred fire, he saw many moths carrying snail shells and flying into the air, forming a rough protective shield that blocked the falling snails, and they began to fight in the air.

Amidst the flashes of fire, he saw Gita pierce a snail's hard shell with her longsword, kick it away as it fell, then grab the short spear that Holnet had shot out and swing it onto another snail clinging to the ceiling.

Leafa shouted something amidst the clamor of the crowd. She raised her snail shell and swung it violently, creating a massive shield of light that hovered above the crowd's heads, blocking the dripping corrosive slime.

Snyder's eyes gleamed, and boundless light power gathered around her. She used a divine spell to project the light onto the snails that were causing trouble in the arena. Under the scorching light, the snails let out sharp cries and their tentacles melted into a puddle of slime.

Latis instinctively took a step forward, about to unleash an invincible Ora Ora to blast the swarm of snails raining down upon him, when he saw Radiance suddenly flap its wings of light, hovering in the air and shouting:

"Here comes the sword!"

Several giant swords, drawn by the light, shot into the air from their storage location in an instant. They lined up behind the radiance, spun half a circle, and then calmly raised both hands, shouting in a deep voice:

"Holy Light...Sword Rain!"

Like a torrential downpour, beams of light instantly filled everyone's vision. In the brief deafness caused by the sudden surge of supreme power, Latis seemed to hear the resonance of light.

Time seemed to stand still for a moment, and then the raindrops began to fall again.

Amidst the surge of light, the giant sword behind the radiance rearranged into a semicircle, overlooking the moths that were safe and sound under its protection. Suddenly, it looked up at the sacred fire, its eyes shining with a hint of reverence and longing for the light.

Little did they know that the light emanating from it was already the object of reverence and longing for the moth tribe.

Chapter 419 The Strange Movement of the God of Light

"ended."

Latis slowly exhaled, put down the flaming straight sword in his hand, and looked around at the moths in the square.

This attack by the snail tribe was probably planned for many years. The entire base of the moth tribe was almost infested with snails, which kept emerging from the earthen walls, floors and ceilings. In the end, the base of the moth tribe was almost completely destroyed.

He swung the straight sword, intending to hang it at his waist, but the sacred fire on the blade continued to burn, so he had to hold it in his hand and leap over a pit in the ground.

Speaking of this straight sword, it was the little prophet who discovered that when he used the Mage's Hand to fight the snails, the base was destroyed even faster than the snails destroyed it. In a panic, she quickly pulled it out of the sacred fire and gave it to him to prevent everyone from being buried alive. It is said to be a weapon commonly used by the warriors of the Moth Tribe, and no one has used it for a long time.

For some reason, it feels like it's been cancelled...

The battle was fierce. Although the moths quickly gained an overwhelming advantage with their help, the snails, who had been planning for a long time, were not to be underestimated. Some of them would even deliberately use their companions' empty shells as explosives, which was quite disgusting.

In short, after finishing this final battle, Radiance bowed to everyone and then left the Moth Tribe.

Latis watched its retreating figure but did not choose to probe further. After all, after this battle together, Latis was no longer in a hurry to fight Radiance.

When cleaning up the battlefield afterwards, it was discovered that the coronation of the Radiance by the Moth Tribe during this period may have caused the power of the sacred fire to burn more fiercely, which made the Snail Tribe, who had been lurking in the soil, unable to bear the excessive power and finally made a desperate move.

Fortunately, Radiance was there at the time; otherwise, if the Snail Clan had made their move after Radiance left, given the scale of their planning, the Moth Tribe would likely have been completely wiped out.

Latis pondered for a moment, glanced at his teammates who were helping to treat the moth, and stroked his chin.

In his perception, the dream seemed to be fading, which probably symbolized that the dream was coming to an end.

He seemed to have guessed something, thought for a moment, sighed, and walked along the crooked ground left by the battle towards the center of the square.

"...a little more to the left, um, now a little more to the right."

The little prophet was looking up at several moths flying in the air. Below them hung a stone statue of Radiance. After memorizing Radiance's posture as it prepared for battle in the air, the stonemason, exhausted from the battle, quickly completed the work.

Latis walked to a spot not far from the little prophet, across a large pit burrowed out by snails, and watched as the moths slowly placed the stone statue before the sacred torch. For some reason, a smile appeared on his face.

"Sir, what are you laughing at?"

The little prophet, who had quietly turned around, asked curiously with his hands behind his back.

"Ah, am I laughing?"

Latis touched his face, unable to think of anything for the moment, and could only say without changing his expression:

I laugh because I'm naturally a cheerful person.

"..."

The little prophet was silent for a moment, glanced at Snyder beside him with a serious expression, and asked:

"Has this guy always been like this?"

Snyder blinked, gazed silently at Latis, and couldn't help but curl the corners of his lips into a soft voice:

"It's a good thing that the master likes to laugh."

"No, are you guys criticizing me to my face?" Latis scratched his head in annoyance, jumped in front of the two, ruffled Snyder's hair, and said:

"And you, little sister, why do you sound so mature?"

Snyder instinctively pulled up his mask, then raised his hand to cover the spot where Latis had rubbed him, staring at Latis and whispering:

"Does the master not like it? Then I'll make some minor changes..."

Latis was taken aback, sighed helplessly, shook his head, and said:

"Never mind... Children from ordinary families learn to be independent early."

"You have a very good relationship with your teammates."

The little prophet chuckled, looked up at Latis, who was almost twice his height, and asked curiously:

"Won't you consummate your marriage with your wife before you leave?"

"...What?!"

Radish blushed instantly. He glanced at Snyder beside him, who was tightly covering his face with a mask, chuckled awkwardly, and said:

"Look how dilapidated this base is..."

“That’s true.” The little prophet nodded in sudden realization and said with a smile:

"With your strength, you might very well cause this base to collapse during the consummation of your marriage..."

What are you saying?!

Latis couldn't help but interrupt the little prophet, taking a deep breath and loudly complaining:

"Can't I just fly through the air and drive piles? That way the base won't collapse!"

"?"

The little prophet was stunned.

"Huh?" Suddenly, a hand landed on Latis's shoulder from behind, followed by Jennifer's curious voice, "What are you guys talking about? Aerial staking?"

"Uh uh..."

Latis broke out in a cold sweat, glanced at the little knight who had triggered the attack the moment he heard the keyword, coughed twice, and explained:

"I was introducing human civil engineering technology to His Excellency the Prophet..."

"Civil engineers are powerful enough to drive piles in mid-air?" Jennifer looked shocked. "If I remember correctly, driving piles requires a lot of control, right?"

Latis paused for a moment, then gave a dry explanation:

"Just some stance fighting technique... I'll show you another time..."

Are you going to take me to clean up the ashes?

Jennifer's eyes widened, and three question marks instantly appeared above her head.

"No...!" Latis covered her face in slight distress.