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Chapter 556 Come here, let me make up the magic again 44
He closed his eyes and fell into a drowsy sleep.

And Nuo even froze his body and didn't dare to move any more. He lowered his eyes slightly, carefully looking at Yan Luo who was sleeping on his chest.

She seemed to be extremely tired, and there was a faint bruise in her eyes, which made An Denuo feel distressed.

The dissatisfaction with the Temple of Light in my heart intensified a bit, and I carefully pulled the thin quilt beside her, covering her small body, relaxing slightly, half encircling her, trying to make her sleep more comfortably Some.

But he closed his eyes and began to try to mobilize the power of that thing in his body.

He wanted to protect her, and he never wanted to see Yan Luo like this again. There seemed to be some emotions rising in his heart, but the warm and fragrant little body in his arms completely wiped out the emotions in his heart all at once. Suppress it, concentrate on mobilizing the strength in your body.

……

At this moment, the seriously injured cardinal stumbled back to the Temple of Light and reported the situation. The Pope, who felt that the three cardinals in this operation must be sure to be sure, fell silent.

This time the operation was not only unsuccessful, it even lost nearly half of the combat power of the Temple of Light, lost two cardinals, and was seriously injured. It is estimated that magic will not be able to be used in a short time.

The left-behind bishop of Guangming always had a smile on his face. Hearing the news, the smile on his lips couldn't help but frown slightly, "I've said it before, since it's the miracle of Lord Guangming, Then even if three cardinals are sent out, don’t take it lightly, it’s better to bring some apostles, so as not to lose two bishops.”

The cardinal, whose face was still pale not long after the injury was treated, pursed his lips slightly, his face was ugly, but he still didn't refute.

"However, the few of you just think that sending you out is a big deal, now what..."

"Chris, that's enough." The Pope lowered his eyes slightly.

The cardinal named Chris immediately lowered his eyes respectfully, "Sorry, Your Majesty."

"I understand your anxiety, but the matter has come to this point, it is useless to say more, the elves are a race favored by the Creator... Dark elves, and such a powerful dark elves, I am afraid it is not easy to handle... "

"Listen to what you said just now..." Chris paused for a moment, then suddenly said, "There is a boy next to the dark elf? After the two of them had intimate contact in front of you, did the power of the dark elf skyrocket?"

The cardinal nodded blankly, and Anderno didn't make a move when he confronted him, and because of the special power in Anderno's body, he didn't know that Anderno was a dark magician.

A thoughtful light flashed in Chris's eyes, he looked in the direction of the Pope, and said, "Your Majesty, I think we can start with this boy."

The Pope paused slightly, "Say."

"A dark elf brought a young man with him, and through such contact, his own strength skyrocketed. Maybe this is similar to the taboo magic in our Temple of Light. Maybe this young man didn't voluntarily stay by that dark elf's side, did he?"

Chris spoke softly, looking at the thought in the Pope's eyes and continuing to speak.

"Our Temple of Light has always been tolerant and magnanimous. Even if we temporarily mix with the dark elves, we cannot give up our believers."

(End of this chapter)