Joan of Arc was flying at an astonishing speed in the sky of Bouchanson Province. It was the first time for her to feel that flying was such a refreshing experience when she first entered the legend.
Although melee professionals have the ability to fly when they advance to the sanctuary, no one will really use it frequently in combat or daily life.
Because the fighting spirit and internal circulation in the holy realm are not enough to support the huge consumption caused by flying, and because of the insufficient strength of fighting spirit and lack of understanding of the rules of the plane, melee professionals at the holy realm level cannot fly fast enough, and they are prone to become living creatures.
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After advancing to the legendary level, the fighting spirit will automatically form an internal cycle in the body, constantly and automatically absorbing the power of the plane for its own use. As long as the fighting spirit or magic power is not overloaded, the legendary strong person can be said to be a perpetual motion machine.
This is also the reason why the legendary powerhouse absolutely crushes the Holy Domain.
Even if the Saint Realm strongman has the means to threaten the Legendary Strongman, as long as he cannot succeed, even if the Legendary Strongman's attack method is weak and single, then the next battle will drag the Sanctuary Strongman into a war of attrition, and then drag the Saint Realm strongman into a war of attrition.
Destroy him.
Not to mention that after advancing to the legendary level, all the qualities of the body will skyrocketly increase and strengthen. Even a caster with a weak physique will become stronger than a low-level warrior.
This makes it basically impossible to challenge levels beyond the Sanctuary.
But there are always exceptions to everything, right?
The surrounding space is filled with a large amount of sacred energy, and their properties make Joan feel very comfortable and relaxed.
She was bathed in divine energy capable of tearing heretics to pieces, like a favorite shower.
Her love for the sacred energy is still the same, and the sacred energy is very kind to her, but she inexplicably feels that there is a strange barrier between her and them.
After flying for a while, Jeanne realized that something was missing.
As if she had slept for too long, Joan's mind moved very slowly. She saw and felt many things, but she did not understand what they were.
She suddenly felt a very familiar aura, and immediately stretched out her hand without thinking. In her expectation, a giant sword should fly into her hand.
However, she waited for dozens of seconds, but she didn't feel anything in her hands.
She just realized that her weapon was still in Archbishop Richelieu's castle.
Suddenly, Joan of Arc felt waves of excitement coming from far to near, and then heard the sound of breaking through the air.
She was a little surprised, turned her head and looked towards where the castle came from, and sure enough she saw a huge sword flying towards her with incomparable power.
He reached out and grabbed the hilt of the sword, watching as the familiar sacred energy still wrapped around the sword gradually separated from the sword, condensing into a sentence: Don't you want to eat anymore?
Then the sacred energy that made up the words dissipated.
The kind face of Godfather Richelieu came to Joan's heart, and with him, the warm and warm sunshine rose.
Joan of Arc raised the giant sword in the air, and the sacred energy from her whole body was continuously poured into the giant sword. In the blink of an eye, the giant sword turned into a golden sun.
As the seemingly endless holy light continued to pour into the giant sword, the giant sword gradually dimmed, and finally became a dull and edgeless giant sword. The only thing that caught people's attention was that this sword was really a bit big.
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Feeling the constant buzzing sound from the giant sword, Joan of Arc knew that this giant sword had completed the process of evolving from a high-level enchanted weapon to a holy weapon. There was no doubt that this giant sword was alive.
After advancing to the legendary level, your own sacred energy can fully charge this holy sword, thereby completing the evolution process.
"I'll call you Shenyuan from now on." Joan of Arc patted the edge of the giant sword happily.
Then the buzzing sounds coming from the giant sword expressed satisfaction with the name.
Suddenly, Joan of Arc felt a vague tingling sensation coming from the distance, which was the direction of San Marino, the capital of the Holy Empire.
This tingling sensation made Joan extremely uncomfortable, but it was also extremely familiar, and it was stronger than before she was promoted to Legend.
That could threaten her existence.
"Hiscott, you actually stepped out of San Marino. No matter what your purpose is, I don't mind fighting you again now!" Joan of Arc thought to herself.
Perhaps because of the long experience of being killed, that unparalleled little face was filled with murderous aura, but she herself was not aware of it.
Joan of Arc immediately ignored the stinging feeling, waved her hand to block out this warning-like perception, and turned into a golden rainbow and flew in the direction of Eloise.
While walking out of San Marino, Hescote suddenly sneezed, which made him a little suspicious:
"Hey, someone noticed me just now and was very hostile to me. Who was it?"
As a legendary magician, it is of course impossible for Heathcote to sneeze due to physical discomfort for no reason. It can be said that those above the bronze level are basically immune to common illnesses in the world, let alone Xisike, who is a magician.
Scott.
After thinking about it for a long time, Heathcote had no choice but to stop thinking about it. After all, there were many people who were hostile to him, and among them there were no less than five people who wanted him to die immediately.
Heathcote's traveling speed was not fast, on the contrary, it was very slow, not much faster than the most devout pilgrims, and even the direction of travel was deviated.
But at this moment, if any legendary strongman carefully analyzes Heathcote's march, he will be surprised to find that no matter where his footsteps go, the distance between him and the Bouchanson Ecclesiastical Province will only shorten.
Time is always on his side.
After leaving the northern town of Gold, Eloise walked with purpose for another half a month.
In the past half month, Eloise passed through several towns, including Toulouse, an important town in the north, the political and religious center of the Lourdes province.
Within the three northern empires, each town can be said to have its own unique culture and regional characteristics, ranging from architectural style to cultural landscape, from food to art.
Within the territory of the Holy Empire, even the most important town in the north has a larger population, a larger town area, a more magnificent building, and a more majestic Cathedral of Light. Elos does not see the differences between big cities and people and border towns.
What a difference people make.
They are all the same blind faith and dull.
As for the rulers, the bishops, clergy, paladins and other classes are full of corruption. Behind the invisible eyes of the believers, they secretly expropriate and devour the believers' wealth and anointing.
Many clergymen wear burlap coats on the outside and silk brocade on the inside. This situation is common in the Holy Empire.
Along the way, Elos also saw many corpses hanged on the gallows for corruption.
These corpses, which look like dried bacon, can only serve as a warning to the newly appointed bishop for a short period of time. After a while, they will become as greedy as the previous bishop, and some are even worse.
The laws of the Holy Empire are already very strict, much stricter than those of the three major empires. However, such strict laws do not necessarily lead to less corruption. All we can say is:
Human desires are endless.
If the strong pursue power, then all living beings can only pursue money and status.
However, this group of small diocesan bishops may not be as pious as the people at the bottom, but since they are able to rise to the top, it shows that they are still very capable and able to manage the believers under their pastoral care.
As Joan of Arc said, what the God of Light values is not how pious the faith is, but whether it is valuable to Him.
It doesn't matter how devout your faith is, it's just that there are more believers in the world. One more is not more, and one less is not a lot.
However, a qualified "shepherd dog" can help the Lord God herd the world and develop more believers. This is the true value of the "shepherd dog".
As for the personal character of "Sheepdog", in the eyes of the Lord God and the higher-ups of the Holy Empire, it is just that. As long as it can create value, then just turn a blind eye.
Therefore, the corrupt people who were hanged by the gallows were all unlucky people who had no value or whose value had been used up. Killing them according to the law can also divert domestic conflicts and give the people a reasonable explanation.
Why not use such means?
This is what Elos, who has a clear mind and a clear mind, has realized over the past half month.
Iroth finally set foot on the land of the Bushanson Ecclesiastical Province. With his status as a paladin and a complete set of certificates, as well as his perfect concealment of his aura, he came here without any hindrance.
The deeper he goes into the Holy Empire, the more Iloth feels the purity and power of the sacred power. This is the sacred energy that has been nourished by the power of faith for thousands of years.
But Elos, who is supposed to be at the opposite extremes of sacred energy, does not reject these rich sacred energies. On the contrary, he is still unconsciously absorbing these sacred energies, and then transforms them into his own energy.
Standing on the endless plain, Elos felt that his mind suddenly broadened.
The powerful perception spread out to the surroundings. At the hearty moment, the heart in the chest suddenly jumped heavily, and the energy pulse spread far and wide in all directions.
In the endless high sky, it seemed that a pair of huge eyes suddenly opened slowly, and the gaze like a torrent penetrated the thick clouds and fell on Elos.
Then, a majestic and profound voice sounded in Elos's ears: