Clash of Clans Lord System

"Let's go, find a weak point and blast it in. Cyril, can you tell the Holy City not to attack us?" Louis said, looking at Cyril.

The Holy City is called an unassailable city because it has extremely strong defenses. It would be embarrassing if something went wrong and they couldn't enter.

"Don't worry, Lord Holy Son. I will use the unique communication method of our Holy See of Light to give them a signal." At this moment, a dim holy light suddenly emitted from Cyril's hand and shot upward into the sky.

This ball of holy light did not reveal any breath, and even the light was very dim. If you didn't pay attention, you wouldn't be able to see this ball of light at all.

But at this moment, the old pope and the leader of the Crusaders in the Holy City of Light suddenly felt this signal from outside the Holy City.

"It's Cyril! It's Cyril!" The old pope was almost in tears at this moment. The Holy City of Light was already in its most critical moment. All the food had been consumed yesterday, and even drinkable water was only available. One day's worth left.

Today, the entire city's citizens and Holy Light warriors are hungry. If they hadn't had extremely devout faith in God, they might have started rioting at this moment.

But now, their hope has come!

At this moment, the old pope stood up excitedly and used the last light power in his life to build a bridge of light connecting the outside of the city.

"Come in, warriors of the Holy Light, come in quickly!"

Following Cyril's signal, the Bridge of Light was constructed directly from the interior of the Holy City in front of Louis and others. At this moment, all the troops outside the city in this direction were alerted.

"What's going on? Why do they still have reinforcements? Such a powerful light magic? Did that old guy take action? He has half his foot in the coffin, how can they still have such a powerful force?"

An old man in a black robe stood up silently: "This is the last glory in his life. Who is he? Let him sacrifice his last life force to connect it to the Holy City. among?”

"He should know that even if he brings water and food, without the corresponding strength, he is just hanging on."

"Then do we want it?" The man next to him made a killing gesture, but the old man shook his head: "This magic is called the Bridge of God's Kingdom. It is an epic magic that only magisters can cast. We can't stop it. ”

"That old guy is still a magister? So powerful? Then why is he..." He did not continue, because a magister should be able to easily kill everyone outside their city.

As a result, the black-robed old man laughed disdainfully, "What's a magister? The original Pope of the Holy See, Kriju, is still a super master at the level of a great magister. One person can defeat all the forces on the ninth floor of the Holy Mountain." Crush. If it weren't for the fact that he was dead, do you think we would dare to attack the Holy See of Light?"

"But the old pope?"

"That old guy is already old, and his life force is almost exhausted. If you forcefully use the magic of God's Kingdom Bridge at this moment, you are burning your own life."

"Does that mean he's dead?" The man next to him suddenly breathed a sigh of relief. After all, he was a magister. Who knew whether he would suddenly release a super-level magic and kill them all.

"But are we really going to let them send the supplies in? If it takes too long, it may affect our plan."

"Hmph!" The old man in black robe suddenly snorted coldly, "He thinks he can continue to hold on after the supplies arrive? Overthinking, I have contacted the mountain giant clan, and they agreed to send two stone giants to help us break through the Holy City of Light. "

There was a look of contempt on the face of the old man in black robe. The Holy City of Light was theoretically unbreakable, but he had a fatal weakness, and the stone giant happened to be the one who could overcome this weakness!

On the bridge of the Kingdom of God, Louis stepped on it with a strange expression.

But at this moment, Cyril's face showed a trace of sadness.

"The old pope must be the old pope." Cyril wiped away his tears and quickly rushed onto the bridge of the Kingdom of God and ran towards the Holy City of Light.

"Let's go too." Louis greeted, and then just followed Cyril's footsteps.

About a few seconds later, a golden gate appeared in the middle of the bridge. Cyril jumped in without hesitation, and then Louis followed.

"Wow!" The scene in front of him suddenly changed. A skinny old man exuding holy light was sitting on a golden chair, looking at Louis kindly.

"Are you Louis? Come up here and let me take a good look at you." There was a hint of excitement in the old pope's eyes.

"Lord Holy Son, this is the old pope of our Holy See of Light." Cyril looked at the old pope with excitement. He knew that the old pope at this age had excessively consumed his life force after forcibly releasing the bridge of the Kingdom of God. Obviously, It's almost the end of life.

Louis nodded, and then slowly walked towards the old pope.

"I have already felt the call of the God of Light. But I am relieved to see you coming before I leave. Because I am in your body..."

"Ahem!" Suddenly, the old pope coughed heavily, and his face instantly turned pale.

"Old Pope!" Cyril covered his mouth and couldn't help but shed tears. The commander of the Crusaders next to him knelt down silently, and then all the Holy Light warriors next to him knelt down on one knee and said the most beautiful words to the old Pope. High etiquette.

Louis frowned, took out a bottle of healing spell potion from the spell storage space, opened the lid and drank it for the old pope.

"What a pure power of Holy Light." Feeling the warm breath that kept appearing in his body, the old pope's face looked a little better, but then he smiled bitterly and shook his head: "Thank you for the potion, this power of Holy Light is very Pure, but he can’t save me.”

"At this moment, I believe even more that you are the one who can lead our Holy See of Light back to the top of the Holy Mountain as Cyril said."

"Louis, my life force is about to run out. This potion can heal my body, but it can't replenish my life force. I'm leaving."

"But before I leave, I still want to complete this ceremony for you."

At this moment, the old pope stood up with difficulty and handed the Staff of the God of Light to Louis' hand, "All of you here, the most powerful warriors of the Holy Light. You will be your witnesses!"

"today."

"My life has reached its end. And you...will be crowned king!"

The old pope closed his eyes, and a holy light suddenly shot down from the sky. His face instantly became rosy, and his dry muscles became fuller, as if he had returned to his prime.

At this moment, the old pope slowly raised his hand, took off the crown on his head, and then gently and solemnly put it on Louis' head.

I came back late from get off work, so I originally wanted to write two chapters. . . I desperately finished Chapter 3, and I have to go to bed quickly, otherwise I won’t be able to get up for work tomorrow morning. In addition, the tribal collection of this book Royal Clash is included. . Search the title of this book instantly. Want a living person. .