Among all the combat professions, those such as Paladin and Priest are the fastest, but when they reach high levels, they are the least.
The reason is actually very simple. They need to establish a link with the gods and obtain the help and favor of the gods...or in other words, after being favored, they will naturally grow rapidly. In a sense, this is a profession that depends on appearance. The more consistent their nature and doctrine are.
, those whose talents are suitable for bearing the divine power of that god will grow faster.
As long as there are enough divine followers, it is possible to transcend other people's lifelong efforts overnight. This is also the reason why Roland was called the Son of Glory back then. Except for the divine followers like the illegitimate son of the Holy Light, no one else can.
Explaining a human legendary paladin who is less than 14 years old, and who has the radiance of holy light like the sun.
The Gold level Paladin is probably the best among all professions, but the Legend level has the lowest advancement rate. As for the reason, priests often blame themselves for not being pious enough or not experienced enough, but the reality is sometimes different.
More cruel than I imagined.
This has nothing to do with piety, the Divine Server never looks at this, it only looks at simple efficiency and investment-to-income ratio.
"The same divine power can turn 10,000 bronzes into silver and a hundred silvers into gold, but it has not been able to make a golden pinnacle find its own way and successfully enter the legend. From the perspective of efficiency, the former will naturally be chosen. As for the former.
Why is the normal advancement rate so low... The gold level that relies on external forces to advance has an unstable foundation. Stripping away the divine power is just pseudo-gold, so why should you enter the legend?"
However, it is easier to advance to the middle and lower levels, but it is very suitable for humans whose highest combat power is hovering between gold and silver. At least this is one of the reasons why the combat power of the Holy Church is vaguely superior to the entire human world. Faith is in
Only with the guarantee of force can we go further.
Even if the advancement rate is low, there is always no shortage of geniuses and geeks in the world. Those who are diligent in sharpening their body and mind can break through their own limits. As long as the base is large, there will naturally be legends and above, but the low threshold and no requirements for entry make it difficult.
It has spread more conveniently to every corner of the continent.
But it can be said that the fire is passed down from generation to generation. The initial cultivation of all priests starts from establishing contact with the God of Holy Light, and as long as they pray, they can get a response. Even if they do not discuss the doctrines derived from it, they come from a divine power server.
Speaking. He is undoubtedly super qualified. He will help the new clergy realize the Holy Light, and provide divine power to help those outstanding elects go further.
But there is an unavoidable knot here. Since the God of Holy Light is a server of divine power, if one day he disagrees with him or even becomes a hostile party, will he be banned and lose the ability to use the Holy Light?
"The answer is yes. Haven't those fallen angels and fallen paladins lost the ability to use the Holy Light? Since the Paladins all obtained the Holy Light seeds through the God of Holy Light, then... let people lose this seed
The ability to perceive the Holy Light can also be achieved naturally."
So, if we leave the God of Holy Light, is there really no Holy Light...
"I thank the God of Holy Light. At least, he made me realize the greatness of Holy Light."
Along with the lost strength and youth, there are also memories and strength. It seems like a revolving door before death, and those past memories appear in Estrada's eyes.
Outsiders don't know his age, and even the church has no records. Only he knows that he was born one thousand four hundred and forty-two years ago. Such a period of time is too long for short-lived humans.
memory.
Different from those legendary stories, his pursuit of the Holy Light was not because of the call of the true God or the pursuit of glory. He chose to become the apprentice of the old priest in the town just because his family was poor, and that man
The sick old priest who needs an apprentice to take care of his life is probably the only one in the town who can afford to support idle people.
"Oh, I just wanted to make a living at first, but I didn't expect...is this fate?"
As the breath of life is lost, the brilliance flowing everywhere will turn into meteorites of light. Amidst the exclamations and disbelief of the people below, the memory of the immortal is as clear as before.
The old pastor did not live long in the end, but in the end he entrusted his teaching position to this young man who was just making a living.
But it was not so easy to be a small town priest back then. Perhaps, in those days of wilderness pioneers and pioneer knights, the Holy Church was the most honest organization in the world...
Although the Holy War has ended for nearly two hundred years, and the continent has entered a period of recuperation, the fact that such a weak human being can actually become the master of the main plane has exceeded the expectations of most races. The throne that comes so easily is not
There is no stability, the sea people who were driven into the deep sea, the orcs who lost their empire and the plains, and even the elves who have clearly won the war but are becoming weaker, etc. No one is willing to withdraw from the stage of history.
The blessing of the gods, large new territories, and skyrocketing population allowed countless new towns to be established, but then they suddenly disappeared for various strange reasons. Some were due to a sudden plague, or maybe there was someone behind it.
Some of the evil gods appear as human heads after being slaughtered by orcs, and some are just hungry and rampaging beasts. The dead people walking in the dark are still a nightmare for the living.
At this time, priests and paladins are not actually separated from each other. No, soldiers and civilians are not separated from each other. They usually have to work hard to make a living, but when it comes to danger, they will abandon their farm tools and go to the battlefield.
"What? Uncle Marton's foot is broken? You want me to help reconnect it. Wait, I haven't mastered such advanced magic yet."
"...A new baby has been born in the Ivan family? What a good thing. Do you want me to name and bless you? Wait, I can't read. Can you just say whatever you want?"
"Are you also a priest? Why are you wearing armor? Paladin? What is that? Wait, are you here to get rid of the hidden necromancer? Wait, let me clean up, and I will lead the way for you."
But Estrada, who was driven out of the market, fell in love with his profession more and more, and even participated in the birth of the Paladin profession in order to protect his people from the cruel outside world and natural environment.
Many of the paladin's codes of conduct and special magic were created by him, but he never said it out loud. I'm afraid not many people know about it. This strongest paladin is also the first batch of paladin.
"New profession? Isn't it just a priest wearing armor? However, we need a new name. Paladin? Pious, humble, powerful, brave, holy. We are the knights of the gods, and we perform the duty of guardianship in the dark night.
A guard knight who protects the church and the people."
When the first paladin Instkhaki raised his holy hammer, under the stage, there was a small figure who longed for his light.
The original Paladins were not holy. They were just warriors slightly stronger than ordinary warriors, just priests wearing iron skins. They were just a group of forerunners who felt that the original way of the Holy Light was not enough to protect their people, but they fulfilled their oath.
.
They travel in the dark night and wilderness, hunting dangerous demons and monsters, hunting down vampires and necromancers lurking in the crowd, fighting demons and demons in desperate situations, and protecting their homes from foreign attacks.
The first paladin of glory, Instkaqi, did not go very far when he fell in a desperate ambush. However, his younger brother, Winstkaqi, took over the glorious war hammer and was slightly younger than his brother.
He was weak, but he only persisted for three months. Before he died, he gave the silver war hammer to another brother.
"Ain Kasuo died at the end of the Werewolf War. He didn't have to die. As long as he was willing to leave the farmers who asked him for help, he was a hero."
"Shadi, the half-orc from the desert sub-region. Although he was not recognized by the world at first, he still insisted on protecting us and was our most trustworthy brother. He is a hero."
"Findicard, in order to save the plague in the Brighton area, died together with the evil god Abbott. He was originally the peerless genius who was most likely to become an immortal, but he finally defeated himself. He... is also a hero.
"
"Ayton Levin, my most cunning adopted son, I originally thought you could take over this war hammer, but why did you return the war hammer to me first? Do you know this? The most uncomfortable thing in the world is to say goodbye to someone.
If a brother doesn't die on his own, it's just the damn white-haired man sending the black-haired man away. Boy, but considering that you fulfilled your duty in the end, you, the idiot who challenged the Demon Count alone, are also a hero."
The old knight murmured about the owners of the warhammer from generation to generation. In those days when supplies were extremely scarce, any weapon was a priceless treasure. Before it was completely destroyed, they would continue to pass it on among brothers, unknowingly.
, this has indeed become the tradition of the Paladins.
"Roland, brat, I originally thought you could take over this war hammer. You are as cunning as Ayton, and in this fucked-up era, only cunning people can live well and follow this pedantic path of guardianship.
Go down..."
And it is precisely because of this tradition that these ordinary weapons imbued with the soul of the Paladin have become the exclusive guardians of the Paladin - the Holy Sword and the Holy Hammer.
Naturally, the warhammer made of silver was imbued with the heroic spirits of countless Paladins, and became the first holy weapon exclusive to Paladins in history, and perhaps the most powerful holy weapon. In the end, it naturally fell into that
The first-generation Holy Knight is still alive...
"The light of despair, the guardian hammer of Dawnbringer!"
The ancient and dilapidated war hammer once again bloomed with dazzling golden brilliance. Even if the God of Holy Light had abandoned his knights, how could this guardian holy weapon filled with countless heroic souls abandon their brothers.
The old man had lost the blessing of the Holy Light, but the old man with white hair stood there. Silver souls came out of the war hammer one by one. They turned into soul shields and used their soul fragments to protect their brothers.
Familiar faces appeared in front of him one after another. The old man, who had not wavered even if he was abandoned and betrayed by the God of Holy Light, burst into tears at this moment.
"I...I know what I want to do and how we should go on this road."
The old man raised the war hammer again, and the brilliantly burning light of the soul turned into a blazing holy flame. The entire sky was ignited by it, and those angels who were too "pure" burned in the holy flame, wailing in disbelief.
And the old knight just stood there, and the holy light that had been extinguished just now was ignited again, but this time. The holy light did not come from a born god. It came from the holy hammer that had been passed down for countless generations. It came from the old knight.
Deep inside.
"...It turns out that from ancient times to the present, it is not the high gods who protect us, but our own brothers and sisters. We believe in the Holy Light just because it gives us the power to protect our families and tribesmen. I devoutly believe in the Holy Light
, the path of the Holy Light pursued is actually the path of sacrifice and protection of the brothers. Human beings never need to remember the gods. What really needs to be remembered is the brothers and sisters who fell on the road one by one."
The awakening of the soul ignited the fire of the soul, and the burning holy light shocked the world, making the gods tremble and fear, and everything was out of control.
Yes, just like Roland and the Southern Church, he has proven that the Holy Light and the God of Holy Light are completely different things. As long as you recognize it with your soul, choosing this holy light that represents protection and sacrifice means abandoning the God of Holy Light, so what?
Sample.
Deprived of the right to use the Holy Light? Oh, just take it back with both hands again.
But at this moment, in front of the world, the first batch of human Paladins once again became the pathbreakers of the Paladins. They became the first batch of Paladins who did not believe in the God of Holy Light, but believed in pure Holy Light.
The angels were burning under his gaze. Thousands of years ago, they were able to ascend to the throne of God and choose the strongest paladin in the world. When he threw away the big stone that weighed on his heart, he did not
What can stop him, who is far beyond the standards of mortals, from reaching the top? Just by watching to release the anger in his heart, he can make these low-level angels perish.
In the eyes of the "onlookers" below, the strongest Paladin regained the Holy Light that was deprived by the God of Holy Light, and also strangled all the angels. This not only destroyed their three views, but also truly
Now their faith has been shaken.
"You can still master the Holy Light after being abandoned by the God of Holy Light. What the Southern Church said is true. The God of Holy Light is really just a false god..."
At this time, the old knight was not happy at all. Looking at the few companions behind him, his heart ached even more. If he could take this step early in the morning, maybe...
"Nothing will seem to change, order is perfect and supreme, and wrongs will be corrected."
What arrived was a young priest in white robes. His long hair was dotted with stars, and his handsome face was devoid of any emotion.
"Mortal, your destiny will not change in any way.
But the other person who came was an old man. His eyes were entangled with thorns, and the ascetic old man's face was full of sadness.
"Son of Purification and Sequence, God of Truth and Prophecy?"
The mortals below have recognized the incarnation of the god. Both of them are followers of the God of Holy Light, and both are gods above average.
"Ramuel Potter? I didn't expect to meet you on such an occasion..."
The old knight was a little sighing and a little sad. These two were once his companions, but now, those cold eyes and tone are any different from other incarnations of the God of Holy Light. Perhaps, he doesn’t want to think about himself
It has become like this, which is probably the fundamental reason why he refused to become a god.
"Order is supreme..."
"mortal……"
The two incarnations of gods are still chattering about gorgeous entrance lines, but...
"Crack!" "Crack!"
Their opponents were obviously not interested in hearing what they had to say. In front of the inherited war hammer that represented dawn and guardianship, the incarnation of the gods was no different from those angels. Under the continuous dance of the strongest paladin's war hammer, the headless corpse of the god began to fall directly.
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In front of Estrada at this time, what can an ordinary third-rate incarnation of a god mean? A demigod is a special job with no upper limit. After Estrada throws away all restraints,
There are not many people in front of him who can stop him.
But he smiled bitterly.
"Time is running out..."
Yes, the holy light falling in the sky turned the whole world into the brightest noon time. How familiar that familiar light is. For devout people, this is a once-in-a-lifetime spectacle that makes people want to prostrate themselves.
,No, someone has already knelt down directly.
"God of Holy Light!"
Yes, when your plan is blocked, when this annoying old knight becomes an obstacle to you, and even greatly shakes the source of your faith, and when the incarnation of God is unable to hinder you, the God of Holy Light will
Nature descended into her own incarnation.
It was a pure combination of light that made people unable to see the face clearly, but just by looking at it, people felt despair from the bottom of their hearts.
And when he appeared, the sun had lost its trace in the sky. The whole world became silent, and his incarnation was enough to rewrite all the rules of the world.
The old knight closed his eyes and felt the suffocating power of the strongest god. He could only smile bitterly. The gap between the strongest mortal and the strongest god was really too big. It was so big that it made people despair.
People can overwrite this result.
"Why don't you run away quickly? You all want to die here?"
After experiencing so many events, there are only a handful of people who are still pious enough to kneel on the ground to welcome the arrival of the God of Holy Light. And if the deeds of blasphemy against the Holy Light are spread, the majesty of the God of Holy Light will naturally be damaged and their faith will be greatly reduced.
So, it is natural for him to kill people and silence them, and he has done this kind of thing quite a lot.
There is no shortage of smart people there. Those smart people who figured everything out in an instant have already begun to retreat quietly, but most of the people in the Jihad Alliance still have hope. They think that their gods will not be so heartless.
But unfortunately, this "server" has already calculated the pros and cons. The falling Holy Light falling from the sky was his decision.
The aloof god is no longer the legendary hero who pioneered the path of Holy Light in the past. He feels that even talking to mortals is a waste of time.
Under the command of the Lord God, the starry sky was opened, and countless stars fell down. All you could see was golden light, and under this golden holy light, there was no possibility of life.
but……
"stop!"
The God of Destiny may be very good at telling cold jokes, otherwise why do the dramas he arranges always have so many plots that make people feel ironic? The one who is currently holding up the wall of Holy Light and blocking the swarm of physical meteorites transformed by Holy Light is
Their latest enemy-Estrada.
But Estrada's current condition is not good, his hair is all gray, and every meteorite hit him makes him vomit blood, and it can be seen from the soul flame in his eyes that he has already begun to burn.
own soul.
"Sir Estrada, leave quickly, you can still escape, don't worry about us!"
Finally, the familiar voice's exclamation made him a little happy and a little sad.
He knew that he had nowhere to retreat...
"Because the Holy Light must be redeemed, Estrada must die. Oh, little Roland, you have seen through it all. What you do makes me, my mentor, very proud."
Estrada, who was smiling bitterly, shook his head helplessly.
But suddenly, a strange thought echoed in the world, but everyone understood it.
"Estrada, if you are willing to be my slave, I will forgive your sins."
The next moment, Estrada smiled.
"Becoming your puppet and tool? OK, as long as you let these children go and promise not to interfere in the mortal world."
"..."
There was no answer at all. The countless pillars of light that suddenly appeared behind the Holy Light figure, and the number of meteors that suddenly more than doubled, were his response.
"Estrada must die because the Light must be redeemed."
The muttering old knight once again uttered words that no one could understand, but silently raised his war hammer.
"We, the Holy Knights, take pride in judging evil and rescuing good, and have even developed the path of judgment and the path of Holy Healing. But in my heart, the strongest path of the Paladin has always been..."
The warhammer suddenly slipped from his hand, spinning and falling to the ground. The next moment, what emerged from the warhammer was a ring-shaped wall of light that surrounded all mortals.
"...We, the Holy Knights, were born in the Battle of Guardians and grew up in the Battle of Guardians. Our strongest way has always been the way of Guardianship!"
The old man's roar echoed throughout the sky, and his soul, which was burning to the extreme, unfolded the strongest barrier in history. At this time, the ring of light spread out from the war hammer blocked everything, and even angels and gods were helpless.
Meteor stars and pillars of light keep falling, but they cannot penetrate this wall of life.
And the barrier he propped up just stood there, with no ripples from the attack, as if the attack from the God of Holy Light was just a meaningless mosquito bite.
But he himself still fulfilled his oath...
"Estrada must die because the Light must be redeemed."
It is a protective shield released with life. The old knight's has fallen to the ground, but it is still standing there. Even though it has lost the breath of the living, it is still like a roaring sculpture looking up to the sky, but his soul is no longer in the body.
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"Lord Estrada!"
"...No way, this is impossible..."
"Uuuuuuuuuuuuuuu! Lord Estrada!"
When the weeping crowd surrounded the corpse of the old knight, the avatar of God in mid-air discovered that this strong light barrier could not be penetrated unless the avatar was sacrificed, and left without hesitation.
At the same time, two oracles have been issued to the headquarters of the Holy Church at the same time. One is to deprive Estrada of all honors, and the other is to declare the entire expeditionary force a heretic and make him unable to return home. The most powerful Saint
The God of Light is still at its peak, and everything is forcibly reversed back to its original point.
A week later, what was placed in front of Roland was a white ice crystal with holy light flowing around it and an old and still faded silver warhammer.
Looking at the ice crystal and the man's last words, the room fell into a long silence.
After a dark night, after a long silence, the pale Roland carefully picked up the ice crystal, put it into a black box, closed it, and put it into his own world.
But at that moment, Heloise saw everything in the box clearly.
Three elemental artifacts have been placed in the four gaps on the top of the box, leaving one gap that is very conspicuous.
Among the four crystal gaps below, there are only three.
The first piece is covered with blue water, the second piece was just delivered, and the third piece only has a gap without a crystal. The crystal was taken away not long ago, but there is a gap in the fourth piece.
The ice crystal, which had no brilliance at all, was exactly the same as the other two ice crystals before they were sent out.
But at this time, I looked at the old war hammer and touched it gently, but I felt a little tired and uneasy...
"Estrada must die because the Holy Light must be redeemed... It's all my sin... If I didn't write this letter..."
"Roland! This is not your fault, this is your mentor's own choice! Even without your letter, he would have made the same decision! He is Estrada!"
I nodded weakly and shook my head again. Heloise was not comforting me. She was telling the truth, but I couldn't deny that I pushed him at the last moment.
"Roland..."
The ominous black cat jumped off the shoulder, and the blond elf girl came over, seemingly intending to continue to comfort me, but I shook my head and stood up straight.
"...Don't worry, I'm not that fragile. We don't have much time. Let's prepare for the next step. At least, at least..."
My eyes were unknowingly blurred by tears, and my ideal plan was washed away by the sudden torrent of emotions. Before I could react, I knelt down and cried instinctively.
"Master...Estrada..."
At this moment, there is no cunning natural disaster here. The one on the ground hugging his knees and crying is just a young man who has just lost his father-like mentor.
It suddenly started raining outside, and the downpour passed as quickly as time.
After a short period of losing control of my emotions, I felt better...
And when I touched the war hammer again, the holy light was ignited again, as if the heroic spirit in the war hammer had recognized me.
I believe that as long as the Paladins exist, no, as long as humans exist, the path of protection passed down from generation to generation can never be cut off, and my goal will never change.
"...I swear, all sacrifices will be valuable! All villains will suffer the consequences they deserve, and the damn holy war will definitely end in my hands!"
Touching the warhammer gently, I silently looked out the window at the dawn. In my notes, there was another family member who must be remembered. While taking over a new responsibility, a mortal enemy was engraved on my shoulders.
"Teacher Estrada, and the damn God of Holy Light..." (To be continued, please search Piaotian Literature, the novel is better and updated faster!
ps: There are more than 7,000 large chapters. I originally hesitated to divide them into two chapters, but I thought it was better this way...
