As the countdown approached ten, Bishop Flon hurriedly began to wave the phantom of the Holy Light Scepter in his hand, which had lost its angel wings, and a holy light appeared all over his body, and a light divine text loomed around him.

Under the illumination of the Holy Light, Bishop Furon slowly withdrew the magic of space-time stagnation step by step, and the light divine power and light divine text in the stagnation of time and space freed from the shackles of space-time stagnation with the wave of the phantom of the Holy Light Scepter in Bishop Furron's hand, and merged into the holy light around Bishop Furron.

These newly added Light Divine Power and Light Divine Text continued to grow Bishop Fren's momentum, and Bishop Fren skillfully took advantage of the gradual weakening influence of time and space stagnation to preemptively control the Light Divine Power and Light Divine Text out of the quagmire.

This momentary lead was enough for the Light Divine Power and the Light Divine Script to establish a sufficient advantage after everything that had been stagnant in time and space began to resume its operation.

After Celrent, who was no longer affected by the stagnation of space, regained consciousness, through the mechanical divine power and the sacred power grid that began to clear the mechanical divine power again after the stagnation of time and space disappeared, he saw that Bishop Fren, whom he had been looking for for a long time, was not far in front of him, wielding the phantom of the scepter of holy light, and the warm holy light emanated from Bishop Fren's body and shone on his body, like a mother's warm embrace gently embracing him.

At that moment, Celent felt very comfortable, as if returning to his childhood, when Bishop Flon took him in his arms and patiently explained the sacred texts to him.

However, happy times are always very short-lived, and when Celent couldn't wait to call out "Bishop Fren", an inconspicuous thing that he hadn't noticed suddenly burst into a dazzling pale blue light.

Before you know it, the countdown to the indifferent voice has reached zero, and the human bomb has begun to explode violently. As soon as the human bomb exploded, the light blue mechanical divine power began to burst out, and the mechanical divine power around Celent began to struggle violently in the sacred power grid. With the help of the power of the explosion in the human face, the mechanical divine power tore a hole in the sacred power grid, and immediately rushed towards the center of the explosion together with the mechanical divine text in it as if it had found a home.

Pulled by the mechanical divine power, Celent unconsciously flew towards the center of the explosion along with those mechanical divine texts. At this time, Bishop Furon waved vigorously, and the phantom of the Holy Light Scepter in his hand came out of his hand, flying in the direction of Celrent, taking advantage of the opportunity attracted by the explosion of mechanical divine power, and inserted it in front of Celent just right.

Powerful light divine power surged out from the original two angel wings on the Holy Light Scepter Phantom, and along with the light divine text within, a new pair of wider, holy wings enveloped Celent in it. The abundant Light Divine Power forms a powerful protection against the mechanical explosion and the divine lightning released by Bishop Furon when he dissolves the Mechanical Divine Giant Palm.

Celent was protected by the Scepter of Light, but the mechanical divine power did not stop moving closer to the center of the explosion, and rushed into the explosion with the divine lightning wrapped around it, making the explosion even more violent.

"Bishop Fren!" Celent hissed. He saw the phantom of the Scepter of Light fly out of Bishop Flren's hand, and in a dazzling pale blue light, Bishop Flon left him with only a familiar smile, and his body was completely engulfed by the explosion of the face bomb.

Tears blurred Serent's eyes, he never imagined that he would witness the tragic scene of Bishop Furren being torn to pieces by a mechanical divine bomb just after being reunited with Bishop Fren.

Of course, Celent didn't know that in fact, Bishop Fern had been with him in the chaotic space for nearly a year, but he was affected by the stagnation of time and space, and he was not conscious during this time, which had to be a huge pity for Celonte.

"This is ......" Just as Celent was in a state of great grief, a familiar whisper appeared in his ear and whispered something, it was Bishop Flren's voice. Bishop Fren's voice was faint, but it was so clear that even the violent explosion of mechanical power could not completely hide it.

Surprise and joy Celent temporarily stopped his sorrow, and listened carefully, only to find that this whisper was more like a message from Bishop Flon in advance. The message took the trouble to explain to him some things about him, about the knight of Vincent, about the Holy See, and more about the principles and application skills of the Light Divine Power and the Light God Script, which Slent still couldn't understand for the time being.

After listening for a moment, Celent understood that this was probably the last legacy that Bishop Fren had left him. Bishop Fren probably expected that he would never have the opportunity to pass on everything he had learned to Serent as he had in the small town of Frosacken, so he used this akin method of knowledge indoctrination to tell Serent everything he had not had time to explain.

What made Sellent wonder was that this somewhat disorganized message seemed to be mixed with some knowledge about the god of souls and the divine power of souls, and after confirming the relevant knowledge he had obtained from the parchment scroll, he had a sense of enlightenment.

During the nearly a year that Bishop Flon had been with Selent in deciphering Augusta's message in the chaotic space, there were many messages that had penetrated Serent's body, but there was a time for it to end. When the homely tradition finally ended, the legacy became a pure light in Serent's mind, melted into his chest, forever a part of his body.

"Bishop Fren, is this the last legacy you gave me?" Silent muttered, wiping tears from her face, "that's not enough, I still have too many questions to ask you. But—just as you taught in the last of your teachings, I will be strong in the face of what is to come!"

Celent stretched out his hand, and the phantom of the Scepter of Light re-condensed in his hand, and the pair of wings that had been torn were completely restored, and the slight difference from before was that the two angels' white wings composed entirely of holy light appeared on the divine inscriptions of the Soul God and the Machine God respectively, dyeing the two white wings with a layer of dark yellow and a layer of light blue halo respectively.

In Serent's gaze, the opal on the phantom of the Scepter of Light changed to that of Bishop Fren, who nodded at him with a satisfied smile.

"Let's get started, then!" After receiving Bishop Fren's encouragement, Celent stared firmly at the center of the explosion of mechanical power.