Divine Flame Crystal

Chapter 574: Blazing Sky Gate

In the deep and cold abyss, Xingluo opened his eyes and saw endless darkness in front of him, but it was no longer unfamiliar. Since being framed by Tiffany and falling into this forgotten plane, he has been struggling in this distorted space and time for countless days and nights. Because the speed of time in different places in the abyss is different, but most areas are much faster than the main material plane. Although he has been in the abyss for a long time, it should not have been a long time in the main material plane.

Xingluo was still trying to leave the abyss, he couldn't wait any longer. The war of the Holy See of Light was about to damage the foundation of the power that Xingluo had built. He no longer chose the safe way to leave, but had already used the power of the Divine Flame Crystal to reconstruct his body and become a magical element. Only in this way could he completely leave the abyss plane. This was the method he thought of when he responded to Mo's summons last time. Xingluo's body was ignited with blue-gold flames, which was the reaction of the Divine Flame Crystal unwilling to remain silent; every beat was an attempt to break the barrier of this plane and re-project his existence back to the main material world.

At the same time, the main material plane has already been in turmoil.

The war machine of the Holy See of Light was fully activated, and the fire of faith burned every inch of soil on the continent. Although the Pope did not explicitly order a full-scale war with the Fallen God Empire, every "purge" action by the Knights of Light and the Inquisition was like a holy sword, slashing at the borders, towns and fortresses of the empire.

The Fallen God Empire, which had long been slandered by the Church as the "nest of the fallen", did not collapse as expected during the time when Xingluo was "missing". Instead, it was like a sleeping beast that was awakened and bared its fangs.

This was exactly the work of Xingluo, and was carried out by Mo.

Mo, wearing a dark silver battle robe, sat in the makeshift council hall. Behind him were the remaining members of the Sky City Mercenary Group - their clothes were still bloody, but their expressions were resolute.

"We don't have time to rest for too long." Mo's voice was low, like a whisper in a hurricane, "Xingluo... will come back sooner or later. Before that, we must ensure that the empire does not fall. You know, if the nest is overturned, no eggs will be left intact."

The Sky City Mercenary Group has long been the continent's top air mobile combat force and has become the guardian of the Mirage Dragon's lair - the mist exhaled by the mysterious mist dragon is now becoming the most treacherous and solid link in the empire's defense line.

Every time the mirage dragon breathes, it releases a strange gas that is a mixture of illusion and magic. Even a paladin from the Vatican, once mistakenly entering it, will wander in the fog for several hours, and will die of exhaustion if not careful.

And behind the fog is the headquarters of the Flame Hammer Magic Workshop left behind by Xingluo, which is still operating at high speed.

"Twelve sets of magic combat suits have been delivered. The next batch of magic heavy suits will be forged within three days."

The dwarven craftsmen danced their hammers in the flames, singing crude dwarven war songs that included many disrespectful words to the ancestors of the Church of Light. However, every blow of the hammer was like a heavy drum hitting the fighting spirit of the imperial soldiers.

The Flame Hammer is not only a place for equipment manufacturing, but also the birthplace of the Empire's new tactics. Xingluo once left behind complete tactical notes and magic engineering sketches. Mo maximized the use of these resources, combined with the craftsmanship of the dwarves and elves, and launched a joint combat unit of magicians and knights.

This became a powerful weapon for the Fallen God Empire to fight against the Holy Knights of the Church.

On the other hand, the elves were not far behind.

The Elven King Court, which had originally kept its distance from humans, officially announced its joining the Empire's battle line after the flames of the Church burned down an ancient sacred tree. They sent out three archery regiments, which appeared in the night and specialized in sniping the Church's logistics and clergy transport teams. Each battle was silent, but the effect was remarkable.

"Xingluo once said that the deepest darkness is hidden in the light." Elf Queen Ilea personally took up the bow and went into battle, "Now, let us illuminate their souls."

What really concerns the entire empire is the Luoshen Academy.

Even though the star has disappeared, the gates of the academy are still open, and the flames of the elders' council are still burning. Almost all students have been recruited to become core members of the battle, supporting, teleporting, or setting up magic circles on the front line.

The Xingluo statue still stands in the college square. Students must salute the statue every morning, silently showing that they have not given up waiting.

However, they did not know that at this moment, on the other side of the abyss, Xingluo had completed the first stage of transformation.

"Life conversion... completion rate is 17 percent."

Xingluo sat cross-legged on a floating meteorite, surrounded by broken magic fragments, which became the key to breaking through the barrier of the main material world.

"Pandora...are you still alive?"

In this void, he was burning his vitality every second, and the divine flame crystal had long been transformed into a terrifying core of magical energy. As long as he could find an anchor point in the main plane, he could reverse the channel and return to the battlefield.

It was just that the anchor was hard to find—until a familiar scent flashed through the depths of his consciousness.

——It’s ink.

Mo's spiritual power glowed faintly in Xingluo's deep consciousness, pointing in the direction of the mirage dragon's lair.

"So you have been... showing me the way." Xingluo smiled gently, but his eyes were deeper than the abyss.

At the same time, there was another disturbance on the front line.

The Holy See began to try to use the "Holy Light Mist-Dispelling Technique" to break the mirage fog, and even sent four members of the Paladin to bypass the front line and prepare to behead the top leaders of the Mo and Luo Seminary.

It took only three days for the secret sentry of the "Moonfall" organization to deliver this intelligence to the imperial capital. This organization is no longer just an intelligence network, but also a spider web hidden in the empire, manipulating the other side of the war.

"This is the knife that Xingluo left behind." Mo looked at the information and slowly stood up, "Then I will swing it for him."

He summoned the dwarves, forest elves, and mercenaries from the Sky City, activated the magic circle, and prepared to welcome the four paladins.

This may be a watershed in the conflict between the Fallen God Empire and the Holy See of Light.

Although Mo was well prepared, the Paladin was below the Dragon Knight and above the Sky Knight.

When Mo inserted the crystal scepter engraved with the secret code of fire in his hand into the magic circle set up by hundreds of high-level wizards, a flaming gate that pierced the sky suddenly opened.

It is not as deep and empty as a portal, nor is it the light of apocalypse with divine pressure in the altar of gods. Instead, it is a real "gate of the sky" - a fiery crack carved by flames, reaching from the sky of the mirage dragon's lair to the top of the clouds, as if even the sky was torn apart by flames.

The blazing flames burned in the sky. The flames seemed to come from another world. They were shaped like a door, with raging flames spewing out of the door, like a burning door to the sky.

And beneath this overwhelming curtain of flames was the killing plan that Mo had set up to fight against the four paladins.

"We only need one strike." Mo stood at the center of the formation, his eyes like frost, but his voice was low and firm, "This strike is enough to shatter their faith, because this is a magic formation designed by Xingluo."