Chapter 666 The Eternal Passion of Holy Light

Seeing this kind and noble old man stretching out his skinny hand to himself, Duke had mixed feelings. It’s not like he hasn’t thought about using the seven eternal places transferred to him by Alexstrasza. The system's scan results frustrated him.

"After scanning, there is a 98.44% chance that it is because the archbishop has eliminated too much evil power, and the accumulated dark power destroys his body's further acceptance of the power of the holy light. As a result, the archbishop cannot withstand too much power of the holy light in his body. Step into self-destruction.”

Duke sighed deeply, stretched out his hand, and gently took Alonsus's hand.

The soft holy light came, which was as pleasant as the warm sun in winter.

There is no surging sense of power, and no majesty from above. What is there is just the benevolent belief of an old man who has dedicated his life to it.

In the golden holy light, Duke found that his spirit was also in a trance.

The vision became blurred, and the scene in front of him seemed to have traveled through more than two thousand years of time, to the newly established Lordaeron.

Countless new human settlements are dotted across this lush Tirisfal forest.

After defeating the evil trolls, humans are taking root in this forest step by step. With the hope of civilization, we draw nutrients from this land and thrive.

King Menethil at that time loved his people deeply, because he firmly believed that his efforts would one day allow these powerful people to feed back all mankind.

They faced countless beasts and the remnants of trolls who were unwilling to be destroyed, and fought hard...

More than two thousand years later, there was another green craze sweeping the entire continent, but the enemy was changed from trolls to orcs.

Humans and dwarves, high elves, and even dragons, achieved victory through everyone's efforts.

But for the first time in 2,800 years, the earth suffered devastating damage.

Alonsus was very sad because in the darkest era since the pioneering era, when the people needed hope most, he could not support it.

Even with just the will coming from the holy light, Duke could feel Alonsus' sadness.

The land is barren and the people are displaced.

The woman who lost her husband carried a baby who was waiting to be fed, endured the grief caused by the war, and did the work of a man with tears in her eyes: climbing on the roof to help the neighbor's aunt repair the holes in the roof, braving the cold wind in the cold winter Go up the mountain to chop wood, pick up a sickle like a man and launch a desperate charge against the hungry orcs who rushed to the village...

Everything Alonsus had witnessed with his own eyes was all passed on and presented so truly before Duke's eyes.

For the King, the war is over.

For the people, the war is not over.

The old peace was extremely short-lived.

New wars will come.

At this moment, Duke truly felt a sense of great mission that he and the people of Azeroth were breathing the same future air and shouldering a common destiny.

As a time traveler, he obviously has a prophetic gaze that can make everyone in the world tremble.

But Duke didn't go far enough.

It can be done better.

Protecting Azeroth, humanity's last habitat, is not an easy task.

Duke can't go back.

In this case, be prepared to work hard for decades, or even hundreds of years, until the Creation Titan returns, destroys the Burning Legion, and achieves ultimate peace.

He shoulders the future of the entire Azeroth, the inheritance of civilization and the continuation of order.

My own efforts to change World War II are just a small step towards changing the future of Azeroth.

This is far from enough. The Alliance and the Horde are fighting on the Eastern Kingdom, a continent that only accounts for one-fifth of Azeroth, and even the war that will spread to the entire world in the future. How can they be faced with the space battleships of the Burning Legion? They all look like ridiculous primitive stuff.

"There are still many things I can do, more black technology, more progress, more magical skills. Only in this way can humans, no, the entire alliance stand at the edge of this mysterious universe."

Alonsus Faol did not have the ability to read minds, and he did not know what Duke saw, discovered, or understood after the Holy Light that inherited his will was transmitted.

But seeing this alliance, no, the expression on the face of the most talented and versatile young man in the history of mankind, Alonsos knew that as a guide, he had opened a door to the vast world for Duke. door.

He no longer has the chance to see the magnificent scenery at the gate, but he knows that the will of the Holy Light will be passed on, and the hope of mankind will be ignited again.

Alonsos smiled and patted Duke on the shoulder, making a move that was extremely surprising to Duke.

He, who should have been extremely weak, suddenly got up from the bed.

Not at all like a dying person.

Only Duke was devastated. He knew that Alonsus, the respectable elder, had released his last shackles and allowed the power of the Holy Light to impact every cell, every inch of muscle, and every internal organ in his body.

This is his last glory, and it is also the last will that Archbishop Holy Light wants to pass on to the world.

The entire Holy Light Cathedral suddenly responded to Alonsus' will. No, it was not just this church. Golden light shot out from Tirisfal Glades, from the Silver Pine Forest, and from the white domes of every church on the continent. light,

Countless rays of golden light crossed the void, came here, and converged into a huge light pillar with a diameter of more than a hundred meters, rising into the sky in the center of Lordaeron City.

Every side room and prayer hall of the cathedral where Alonsus was located was echoing with the uniform prayers of priests. But the big and small bishops in gorgeous robes opened their eyes in shock, because for the first time in the originally ethereal and silent spiritual world, the response of the Holy Light came.

The big bell in the temple sensed the strong holy light reverberating in the air and suddenly started chiming!

The priests rushed out of the prayer hall one after another. They witnessed the door of Archbishop Fao's hospital room bursting open.

No one opened the door, and Alonsus just hung in the air supported by the power of the holy light, slowly floating out, and Duke followed him to the center of the main hall.

Alonsos stood in the void, as if a god had descended into the world.

Every priest consciously prostrates himself on the ground.

Every paladin knelt down on one knee, with his right hand stroking the breastplate on his left chest.

Even the king of a country bowed deeply to show his humility towards the divine power.

Alonsos smiled and spoke: "Someone once asked me why I didn't designate the next Holy Light Archbishop. At this last moment, I will answer everyone's question."

Several bishops who had been trying to fight for power suddenly shuddered and unconsciously pressed their foreheads closer to the cold ground.