Chapter 264 Arrival at the Holy City of Light

Soon, the divine ship docked. 【6】【9】【s】【h】【u】【x】【.】【c】【o】【m】Louis and others slowly walked down from the divine ship.

Then a ball of golden light suddenly emerged from the divine ship, and then it turned into a palm-sized ship-shaped badge and fell into Louis' hand.

"Sir, please put it away quickly. The divine ship has recognized you as its master." Cyril showed a trace of piety in his eyes, and he believed more and more that Louis was the man of destiny sent by the God of Light to save the Church of Light.

In fact, he had no idea that the divine ship was close to Louis's magic power, which was 100% pure and had been converted into about 70% of the frost attribute.

At this moment, Louis and others had just got off the ship and walked away for a short time, and suddenly countless refugees rushed towards them.

"Look, are they newcomers from the New World? They don't have the guidance of the temple, but some people who are wanted by the temple!" In the crowd, an inconspicuous figure suddenly roared, and more refugees rushed here.

They are the people living at the bottom of the Miracle Continent. Except for a few who occasionally have the strength of a great swordsman, almost all the others are very weak. After all, most of these people can't even get enough food, so where do they get the strength to practice.

"Cyril, what's going on?" Louis frowned. Although these refugees are pitifully weak, the expressions on their faces are full of ferocity and ill intentions.

"The cancer of the Miracle Continent!" Looking at these people, Cyril showed a trace of impatience on his face, and the long sword in his hand was slowly pulled out by him.

"What? Want to fight? There are so many of us, and there are only a few of you? And how much strength can you have with just a few people who are not wanted by the temple?" A man who was dressed a little cleaner and had reached the level of a high-level great swordsman squeezed out of the refugee group and looked at Cyril with a teasing look.

"With such strength, you can only be a refugee in the Miracle Continent?" Louis frowned. The level of a high-level great swordsman is already the top combat power in the Holy Flame Continent, but here you can only be a refugee? This is too exaggerated.

Fortunately, Cyril shook his head: "Such people should be wanted criminals of a certain temple. They can't survive in the areas above the ninth floor of the Holy Mountain, so they fled to the tenth floor to dominate."

"Because the tenth floor of the Holy Mountain is a no-man's land, except for some docks controlled by the temple, other places are not managed at all. So these people who are strong but wanted by the temple came here, and it seems that they have established several refugee organizations, specializing in robbing some passers-by who are not strong but have to pass by here."

"I see." Louis nodded, and then said to everyone, "Let's go, we are in a hurry."

" Leave? There are so many of us standing here, where are you going? "In just a short while, there were already hundreds or even thousands of refugees blocking Louis and his men. The leader looked at Louis with a hint of sneer: "You are their leader, right? Hand over your belongings and space rings, and we will let you go!"

"Huh? There are women? Such beautiful women?"

"Hey, boy, listen to me. Leave these three women to serve me, otherwise don't blame me for being rude." The refugee leader looked at the beautiful faces of Ruolin, Femis and Senti, and his saliva was about to flow out.

"Lord Louis, let me kill them!" Cyril had completely drawn his sword. At this moment, he regretted not bringing his Eastern Expedition Knights with him, otherwise it would be just right to deal with these small fish.

"Forget it, dirty hands! Let's go straight away. It's important to go to the Holy See of Light to save the situation first. They can't hold on for much longer." Louis didn't even look at the refugee leader. He waved his hand and communicated his thoughts to the space of the portable camp.

"Go? I want to see how you go?" The refugee leader of the high-level great swordsman level looked at Louis with a mocking face as if he had heard something funny about the school beauty.

But at this moment, there was a sound of flapping wings above his head.

"What is this..."

"Flying... flying dragon?" The refugees were instantly scared and began to retreat. As a result, because of the overcrowding, countless refugees fell to the ground, and the people behind them stepped on them without caring.

For a while, many hungry refugees were trampled to death by the people behind them.

"God, forgive the sins before you." Cyril closed his eyes, prayed silently, and then followed Louis and jumped directly onto the back of the flying dragon.

Several flying dragons carried Louis and flew quickly towards the ninth floor of the Holy Mountain, the direction of the Holy City of Light.

"Do you really want to let him go? This is not your character..." On the back of the flying dragon, Tieda leaned close to Louis' ear with a strange smile and said.

"Go to that dragon, you are the only one who talks too much." Louis pulled Tieda over and threw him onto the flying dragon where Hewlett was.

At this moment, the refugee leader trembled and fell to the ground, looking at the flying dragon in the distance, with a look of luck in his eyes, but at this time, a small, dark blue and somewhat shining piece seemed to appear in front of his eyes.

"Swish!" At this moment, just when the refugee leader thought it was something good and stretched out his hand to pinch it, the thin piece of ice suddenly flew towards the refugee's neck.

"Puff!" Blood then flowed onto the beach, and a sinful figure fell heavily to the ground.

"Sir, the Holy City of Light is ahead."

The tireless flying dragon flew at full speed for two days, and Louis and others finally passed through the entire chaotic tenth area and came to the relatively stable ninth area.

Before the death of Pope Cliju and Saint Anthony, the Holy See of Light was still in a relatively high position on the ninth floor. Louis and others flew for nearly a day and a half, and finally felt a breath of holy light rising to the sky not far ahead.

"Is this the Holy City of Light? The whole body exudes the breath of light." Louis took a deep breath. Although he was not a magician of the Holy Light system, he still felt very comfortable with this warm energy.

"How should we get in? Lord Saint." The outer perimeter of the Holy City of Light was surrounded by a whole circle of soldiers, especially the four positions facing the city gate, which were stationed with a large number of troops and super strong combat power.

"Don't you have any special passages? Or can I fly directly from the sky?" Louis glanced at Cyril.

"This... Lord Saint, the Miracle Continent is actually similar to the Holy Flame Continent. It's fine for you to fly at low altitude, but if you fly above the clouds... that's the territory of the sky beasts. Our current strength may not be able to withstand a single blow in front of the sky beasts." Cyril said in embarrassment.

"Just like when we were on the road before, flying below the clouds is fine. But the height below the clouds can be attacked by powerful magicians and archers." Louis frowned, it seems that he can only fight his way in.