Chapter 265 Crowned King

"Let's go, find a weak point and blast in directly. Cyril, do you have a way to notify the Holy City not to launch attacks on us?" Louis looked at Cyril and said.

The Holy City is called an unconquerable city because it must have extremely strong defenses. It would be embarrassing if they couldn't get in if something went wrong.

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

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

However, at this moment, the old pope and the head of the Crusades in the Holy City of Light suddenly felt this signal from outside the Holy City.

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

Today, all the citizens and warriors of the Holy Light are hungry. If they did not have a very devout belief in God, they might have started to riot.

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 to the outside of the city.

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

Following Cyril's signal, the bridge of light was directly built from the inside of the Holy City to the front of Louis and others. At this moment, all the troops outside the city in this direction were alarmed.

"What's going on? How can they get reinforcements? Such a powerful light magic? Did that old guy do it? He has one foot in the coffin, how can he still have such a powerful force?"

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

"He should know that even if he brings water and food, without the corresponding power, he can only survive."

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

"That old guy is also a magician? So powerful? Why is he..." He didn't continue with this, because a magician should be able to easily destroy all the talents outside their city.

As a result, the old man in black robe laughed disdainfully, "What's a magician? The former Pope of the Church of Light, Kriju, was a super master at the level of a great magician. He could crush all the forces on the ninth floor of the Holy Mountain by himself. If we were not sure that he was dead, do you think we would dare to attack the Church of Light?"

"But that old pope?"

"That old guy is old, and his life force is almost exhausted. At this moment, forcibly using the magic of the Kingdom of God Bridge is also burning his own life."

"Does that mean he is dead?" The man next to him suddenly breathed a sigh of relief. After all, he is a magician. Who knows if he will suddenly release a super-level magic to destroy them all.

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

"Humph!" The black-robed old man suddenly snorted, "Does he think he can hold on after the supplies arrive? You're overthinking. I've already contacted the mountain giants, and they promised to send two stone giants to help us forcibly break through the Holy City of Light."

The black-robed old man showed a trace of contempt on his face. The Holy City of Light is theoretically unbreakable, but it has a fatal weakness, and the stone giants just happen to be the existence that restrains this weakness!

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

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

"Old Pope, it must be the old Pope." Cyril wiped his tears, rushed to 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.

After a few seconds, a golden door 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 with holy light all over his body was sitting on a golden chair, looking at Louis kindly.

"You are Louis, right? Come on, let me take a good look at you." The old pope's eyes showed a hint of excitement.

"Sir, 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 of this age had been over-consumed after forcibly releasing the bridge of the kingdom of God, and was obviously about to reach the end of his life.

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

"I have felt the call of the God of Light. But I am relieved to see you coming before leaving. Because I am on you..."

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

"Old Pope!" Cyril covered his mouth and couldn't help but shed tears. The Crusader commander next to him knelt down silently, and then all the Holy Light warriors next to them knelt on one knee and performed the most noble etiquette to the old Pope.

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 present, the most powerful warriors of the Holy Light. You will serve as 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 is Royal Clash. . Search the title of this book instantly. Want a living person. .