Chapter 0954 Harvesting Holy Light

With the death of the golden knight, the resistance of Hakans City came to an abrupt end.

Without the restraint of the strong men of the same level, the remaining 1st and 2nd level paladins were useless. At this level, it is no longer a simple stacking of numbers that can be resisted.

The crippled paladins seemed to realize that the situation was over, and they reluctantly reorganized their team and retreated to the Holy Light Chapel, hoping to resist the attack of the terrible wizard with the power of the terrain. Unfortunately, their ideas were beautiful, but the reality was always crueler than the coldest terror.

After killing the golden knight, Thunder Dragon Arms cheered and rushed into the sky. After just a quick look, he turned around and rushed straight to the most extravagant and luxurious mansion in the city. It didn't have much time left. It had to race against time to plunder the mansions of the upper class in the city and the public treasury of the city. This was a highly professional and challenging job.

So, it didn't intend to waste any time!

As for the magnificent Holy Light Chapel in front of it, it was obviously a mysterious building with a religious color. To rob a place like this, you need to kill too many stubborn guards, which is a waste of time. I'm afraid that most of the loot you can get are some ancient books, bones of a church celebrity, or souvenirs such as clothing and armor.

These things may have a strong commemorative significance for church members, but for the dragons who only like golden and shiny treasures, they are too old-fashioned. If you take such treasures back to the Lance plane, you will be laughed at by all the dragons.

So, Ams rushed to the distant city lord's mansion without even looking at the Holy Light Chapel.

And the flame tiger Sindar rarely came to the other plane to play, so naturally he didn't plan to return empty-handed. After taking a look at the direction of the thunder dragon, it immediately leaped straight to the commercial district of Hakans City.

There must be some rare treasures there that are not available elsewhere!

In a blink of an eye, only the scarred elemental magic machine and Grimm, who turned into a tall fire man, were left in the field. And the bodies of the paladins on the ground.

Under Grimm's command, the elemental magic machine roared and rushed to the Holy Light Chapel, chasing the retreating paladins. Grimm walked leisurely and slowly to the wreckage of the golden knight.

The opponent's body had been beaten horribly by the terrible attack, and Grimm's last meteor explosion blew it into pieces. The sacred armor on the body had been twisted and deformed beyond recognition, and the skin exposed was charred black, and the surface was completely carbonized.

Grimm leaned down and stared at the remains carefully, with blue light flashing in his black eyes, constantly scanning the situation inside. As for the flame barrier, it had already been opened, isolating the possibility of the golden knight's soul escaping.

The chip later analyzed the cause of the strange holy light that was missed last time, which was the pure and rich sacred light and the strong and tenacious soul. The two complement each other and are indispensable!

Seriously speaking, the holy light that the paladins believe in is actually the knight faith that they hold fast to in their hearts!

It's just that these knights in the Envik plane have found a visible and tangible carrier for their illusory faith, that is, pure light. They use light to represent the purity of their hearts, and they use light to depict a beautiful future.

And this is a primitive belief in a state of ignorance and chaos!

Light was originally a basic energy that was ubiquitous in the plane world, without wisdom or knowledge, and ordinary. But when many paladins placed their so-called justice, wisdom, faith, and hope in their hearts on light, then light was no longer the original light.

In the plane world, faith itself is a powerful force. And the light as the carrier of the paladin's faith has since become extraordinary and more sacred and powerful.

Taking the light without mind and consciousness as the source of their faith, perhaps the wizards will despise and ridicule the stupidity and ignorance of the paladins. However, the wizards cannot deny that the paladins did gain power from the holy light and continued the inheritance.

From this aspect, these Paladins actually live more purely and gain more truth than the diviners in the world of the gods!

After all, they don't have a god who is particularly hungry for the power of faith riding on their heads, nor are there strict and rigid dogmas that constrain their every move.

With their devout faith and day-to-day teaching by example, the Paladins have also deeply penetrated the Knight's faith into the rules of light. So, in a way, the light of the Envik plane is indeed very different from the rules of light in the wizard world.

And with the power of holy light, the Paladins also passed on the Knight's faith to the plane rules. In the Envik plane, no matter where you were born or what race you came from, as long as you recognize the Paladins' faith code from the depths of your body, mind and soul, you can sense the existence of holy light through the power of the plane rules.

As for Grimm, he has traveled through two worlds with plane faith, but he has never found any remnants of faith like holy light after killing those believers of the gods. According to Grimm's estimation, the main reason is that there are gods above those believers!

The marks of the gods have long been deeply imprinted in their souls, so once they die, they will return to the Mother River of Souls or enter the Kingdom of the Gods through the channel under the guidance of the plane laws. No matter which one, it is impossible to leave this thing formed by the fusion of faith and soul in the material plane.

In the Kingdom of the Gods, such people with strong and tenacious souls who can still entrust their soul consciousness to the power of faith after death are often called heroes or holy spirits.

In short, they are all weird guys whose souls are unwilling to perish and continue to wander around relying on the remaining power!

For such existences, the gods are of course eager to guide them into their own kingdoms, shape them with divine power, and continue to serve the gods in the kingdom of gods. But in the Envik plane, the holy light that the paladins believe in has no self-awareness, so they will not actively guide the dead paladin heroes or holy spirits to return to the source of faith.

Therefore, there will be a strange scene where the strange holy light lingers!

And this undoubtedly provides Grimm with the possibility of intercepting the holy light halfway.

However, today is obviously different from the last time. When Grimm carefully incinerated the body of the golden knight, the holy light that is better than the silver knight actually began to frequently collide with the flame barrier. It seems that some powerful force is calling it, making it eager to return.

Grimm raised his head and looked in the direction where the Holy Light wanted to escape. What he saw was the magnificent Holy Light Chapel at the end of the road.

Holy Light Chapel?

Grimm pondered for a moment.

According to the memory fragments he extracted from the minds of the natives of the plane, this Holy Light Chapel was not only a place for the Paladins to live and train, but also a burial place for the fallen Paladins. Perhaps in terms of function, it also played the role of the temples of all sizes in the world of the gods.

As a knowledgeable wizard, although Grimm was not good at manipulating souls, he knew seven or eight ways to collect and store souls.

He took out a fist-sized, crystal-clear strange crystal ball and carved more than a dozen witchcraft runes with different functions on it. These runes were strange. When they were first carved, they were as bright as daylight and full of magic. But as they melted into the surface of the crystal ball one by one, they became dark and obscure, and the existence of magic breath was almost undetectable.

After the soul-gathering crystal was ready, Grimm grabbed it and shook it slightly towards the holy light. Under the attraction of a strange force, the holy light trembled for a moment, and then was unwillingly sucked into the inner space of the crystal ball.

Well, I got what I wanted!

After collecting the remaining holy light of the golden knight, Grimm straightened up and looked at the devastated battlefield.

Around him, hundreds of holy knights were lying in a mess.

Grimm smiled slightly, tied the soul-gathering crystal with a silver chain and tied it to his waist, and then strode forward. As he strode forward, a silent transparent fire source swept in all directions, instantly burning the hundreds of corpses into pieces of flying ashes.

Among the gray ashes, strange holy lights of varying brightness emerged, and then they all floated toward Grimm's waist like young swallows returning to the forest, silently merging into the soul-gathering crystal.

A total of 19 bodies, only 7 holy lights were collected. The remaining ones either had their souls completely broken or their faith in holy light was not pure enough. In short, not all paladins can condense holy light after death!

While Grimm was slowly collecting spoils here, the Holy Light Chapel in the distance was already a river of blood, with corpses everywhere.

The remaining paladins retreated to the chapel, using the gate of the hall as a barrier, taking out solid shields, and resisting the crazy attacks of the elemental magic machines. These little guys, who were only 1st level, certainly could not be the opponents of the elemental magic machines, but their power was twisted together to form a strange resonance of holy light, which was not easily broken by the elemental magic machines that lacked offensive means.

Therefore, the two sides fought bloody tugs of war at the gate of the Holy Light Chapel.

Although the elemental magic machine was constantly slaughtering low-level paladins, the ants in front of it were still dense and endless.

Too slow, I can't wait

After cleaning up the battlefield, Grimm immediately strode towards the Holy Light Chapel. As he walked forward, he casually condensed violent fireballs and threw them into the crowd.

Without the involvement of opponents of the same level, these little guys in front of him were just a group of ants without any threat in front of his 6-meter-high flaming body. With the bombardment of the fireballs, twenty or thirty paladins fell in the smoke and blood in an instant.

If it weren't for the concern that the witchcraft attack would be too powerful and affect the harvest of holy light, this paladin in front of him really wouldn't be worth Grimm's serious attention.

Too weak!

In the plane world, weakness itself is a sin, and it must be cleansed with blood and fire.

And this is exactly the tradition that wizards in the wizard world have always adhered to!

It's not about justice