I knelt down on one knee and prayed devoutly, but not to any god.
Pure Holy Light, the Holy Light of redemption, the Holy Light that drives away chaos and returns order. I believe in the Holy Light just as I recognize the law.
There is no justice in power itself, but what power can bring is its value.
Carolan, the Lord of Holy Light, brought Holy Light to this world. I despise this selfless server of divine power. I am hostile to the Holy Church, which is favored by Holy Light, but I have never despised the Holy Light itself.
Because, I know the background and practical significance of the birth of Holy Light...
"In the long dark night, pure light is the only hope for the weak. Even if the messenger who brought the holy light has deteriorated, the holy light still gives the world the power to protect."
Golden brilliance arises in the clasped hands, and the light of hope sublimates into the light of protection. But everything has just begun.
I have read history. Carolan brought the Holy Light to the world. In the long history, the Holy Church was born, and the Holy Knights and Holy Light Priests emerged from it in order to expel the endless undead and demons.
I respect and even admire Carolan who protects fragile mortals.
But he fell. After success, what is the difference between giving up oneself and death...
What is even more fatal is that when the Holy Light lost itself, when the Holy Church lost its impartial guide, the pure authority eventually turned into excessive arrogance. After the original sin broke out, the Holy Church and the Holy Light doctrine have deviated.
The original way of protection.
Holy priests no longer travel ascetically in villages and fields just to treat farmers' labor ailments and heal the wounds of soldiers guarding towns. Instead, they live in magnificent cathedrals and enjoy the dedication of farmers.
But they only perform baptisms and services for nobles and kings, and expel those innocuous ailments.
What's even more terrible is that from unknown time, the authority of the Holy Church has fallen on those bishops. Instead of accumulating merit, the powerless ones who spend their time in the church headquarters without leaving home can bleed more than those who bleed on the front line.
Sweat and walk higher.
Descendants of heroes in the past, relying on their bloodline. Above the Paladins and Holy Light Priests who fought on the front line, their devout beliefs and practice of Holy Light magic were replaced by cumbersome religious rituals, and their hard-working military exploits were incomparable.
A slanderous saying that ten years of hard training is not flattery at a cocktail party. The essence of the Holy Light as a protective light has been forgotten by the descendants of heroes.
When the glorious ones on the stage of the church are just clergymen wearing gorgeous robes, when the popes have changed from warriors to politicians who are good at speculation, and when the real warriors retreat to the rear in disgust because they are covered in blood.
, have some things gone bad?
"Since there is no present and no future without the past, then, first of all, let us trace the past and trace the essence of the Holy Light... the Spear of Carolan!"
What he holds in his hand is the sacred object requested from Asteria, the worn-out iron spear used by Carolan, the God of Holy Light, when he was still a human.
The sharp tip of the spear in the past has been dulled by time. The undecorated spear is a pure mass-produced weapon, but this spear is accompanied by every moment of Carolan's arduous journey to pursue the Holy Light. It is his
The weapon of protection that can break through difficulties and obstacles is the highest holy relic lost in the historical records of the Holy Church.
I held the iron spear, but did not intend to use it as a weapon. I scratched the base of the spear with my finger. The front part was reduced to ashes in the blazing holy flames, and the tail end of the spear fell off.
"The sharp spear tip has been corrupted by time, but the spear handle can still symbolize the origin of the Holy Light..."
The most holy spear has returned to history. All that remains is the inconspicuous end of the iron rod.
The material of epic weapons is very important, but more importantly, it is the "concept" that combines materials and "concepts". It is the theory of creating epic weapons and the source of their power.
In Hades, the light of redemption represents the concept of "time", and the core concept of my Holy Light Martial Arts is naturally the process of Holy Light in the long river of history, that is, the past, present, and future of Holy Light...
What could be more suitable to represent the past of the Holy Light than the ruins of the dilapidated Origin Vessel of Holy Light!
"The past of the Holy Light is the light of protection, and it has always been...but even in the long night, the knights we protect have never forgotten to look for the guidance of the light.
The clenched hands were opened, the light of piety was ignited in the palms, and the darkness of the abyss was dispersed by the beam of light that reached the end of the sky.
I like history, because only by familiarity with history can we understand that now, even though the upper echelons of the Templar Church have deteriorated, the Knights of the Holy Light are still fulfilling their original duty of protection.
Many years ago, the first batch of ancient holy knights fought to protect their homeland and people. After that, every time the world encountered catastrophes and disasters, the knights of the Holy Light were never absent.
In front of me, the old warhammer, which represents protection and salvation, slowly floated in the air.
When the holy flame representing destruction and rebirth burned fiercely on the war hammer, the artifact war hammer ushered in its own end and rebirth. My mood was contradictory, painful, but also joyful and joyful.
"Even if time goes by, the inheritance of the way of guardianship of the holy light has never been lost. Even if the form changes and the holy objects self-destruct, the will of the way of guardianship will still be passed on..."
The blazing holy flames dispersed, leaving only the silver head of the war hammer in the air.
I let go of the spear handle, and it flew into the sky and collided with the hammer head.
"clang!"
To me, the sound of metal colliding was as sweet and sacred as a holy bell, but the demons and demons around me felt as painful as being struck by lightning.
The next moment, the holy light ignited the entire world. Except for the holders of the holy light, everyone lost their hearing and then their vision.
Salor's eyes that had just recovered had exploded, a large amount of blood burst out from his ears, and his body was filled with a burning smell. The unlucky devils who were involved were directly vaporized if they were close, and those who were far away were directly vaporized.
, probably can save a life.
Not only the enemy suffered a strong blow...
The purgatory centaur Cassio lay on the ground and howled in pain. The purgatory magic patterns and organs turned into burnt black ashes in the light. However, the fallen angel curled up his black wings and cried, and the blood flowed on his beautiful face.
, all were drops of black blood and tears, but the arrogant fallen angel's face was full of panic and despair, just like a helpless child in a desperate situation.
After taking a quick glance, I could only shake my head helplessly. Now, I don't have the extra energy to help others, and it's not the time to think too much.
I stretched out my hand to welcome the slowly falling ball of light.
"This...what is this..."
Sarol fell to the ground in pain. He still had the energy to ask his doubts, but I had no intention of answering.
Even though my perforated ears and melted eardrums definitely can't hear any sound, controlling the fusion of two epic materials has exceeded my limit, and speaking has become a luxury.
After touching the ball of light, just for a moment, all the light dissipated, and what was in my hand was a broken sword with only the hilt.
The hilt is the previous spear handle, and the upper sword body is the hammer head.
There is no decoration, and there is no need for decoration. The cylindrical hilt is simple and primitive, but it attracts the attention of countless supreme beings.
I raised the hilt of the sword, and endless light rose behind me, just like a morning sun slowly rising behind me.
"Sure enough, this is the only step we've reached..."
Even if the idea and "concept" of creating an epic weapon have been achieved, it lacks two functional core materials and an artifact of light that represents the "future", so it can only create such a semi-finished product.
"...but enough is enough!"
The hilt of the sword fell slowly, and the front end of the broken sword was empty. However, the famous Sharol was howling and crying in despair. He knew that when the broken sword fell, his end had arrived.
The moment the sword was swung, everyone's vision was once again captured by the light. When the light dissipated, all that was left behind was the black ashes that represented the existence of Sarol.
A gust of wind blew, the ashes dispersed, and the bloody generals who once fought have become history.
Only at this time did I have the energy to answer Sharol's inquiry and tell me the name of the Holy Light in my mind.
"This is 'dawn', the dawn of the Holy Sword." (To be continued.)
ps: Chapter 600 has been completed before I know it. Thank you all for your support along the way, especially your understanding and support during this period of confusion.
