Chapter 112: Looting the Power of Holy Light (Two and a half chapters)
"She is indeed mentally ill! Why is this happening? The Kingdom of Heaven has been destroyed, so why does she still have a Holy Spirit Angel to possess her? Or a Gray Angel? Has she fallen? A fallen believer?" Negris was roaring.
Ange pulled out his own scythe, the one he had used for more than a thousand years. Because the space in the dungeon was too small, it was difficult to use his Death Scythe, so he could only pull out a small scythe.
But it's the same thing. The Death's Scythe is formed by relying on a small scythe. It's just another form of the Death's Scythe.
The small scythe was sacrificed, and the soul armor was sacrificed, but the black raincoat soul armor was directly covered by the scarecrow's hat. All changes were completed under the illusion of the scarecrow.
Xia Mara couldn't see it, and could only feel the suddenly strengthened soul aura, which made her frown in confusion.
"The Holy Spirit is gone, why can you possess me?" Ange asked as he took out his soul armor.
"I made it." Xia Mara responded casually, and then struck with her left hand. The holy light condensed into a light blade in her palm and went straight to Ange's neck: "Holy light, give it to me."
Xhamala said something casually, but it shocked Nigris to death. Did she create it? She created it! She created a holy spirit!?
What does this mean? What does this mean? The Holy Spirit was created by God. She can create it, which means that she has at least stolen part of the divine power and then imposed her own will on the divine power.
Oh my God, what is it that steals divine power? It’s a false god. Is she going to become a false god?
Ange's sickle hooked, and the light blade was hooked aside.
Xia Mara formed another light blade in her right hand and slashed at it. Ange hooked the light blade to the other side, and then repeatedly slashed and blocked. The light blade and the sickle exchanged a series of energy clashes.
Xia Mara has obviously never learned martial arts, but she must have cut vegetables in the kitchen. The way she used her two knives to chop vegetables was similar to chopping meat sauce.
Of course, Ange is not weak either. The sickle he trained by cutting grass and harvesting crops can cut wherever he wants. He can accurately block the light blade and make a continuous sound of energy clashing.
Even though their moves didn't change much, their effects were absolutely top-notch, and their momentum was even more astonishing. The remaining force of their attacks made the dungeon rumble.
The sound of their fighting alerted Farrar and the guarding Paladins outside, and they all came down to take a look. Everyone was stunned.
"Grey Angel? Oh my god, the legendary Gray Angel, Shyamala has fallen." Farrar shouted sadly.
Xia Mara, who was evenly matched with Ange, turned her head and looked at them coldly. Her eyes were filled with holy light, and she said majesticly and coldly:
"It is you who have fallen. Those who have abandoned the Holy Light are like lost lambs. Ahead is an abyss of darkness. God said, kill the leader, it will lead the flock into the abyss..."
Shyamala murmured, abandoned Ange, and rushed towards the door.
The iron gate of the dungeon was locked. Shyamala, wrapped in the holy light, bumped into it, and the thick-armed gate was bent by her.
Farrar gasped, climbed and rolled up the stairs, and shouted loudly: "Be on guard, Shyamala has fallen, be on guard."
The remaining Paladins themselves had the responsibility of guarding the dungeon, so they had no choice but to draw their swords. However, looking at the thick and curved iron bars of the arms, their scalps felt numb no matter how hard they were. Is this still a human being?
I didn't expect that Xia Mara would fall, so I imprisoned her in a dungeon. Essentially, she was imprisoning a weak woman who had lost the possession of the Holy Spirit. The fence with thick arms was definitely a high-quality one. Such a fence could even imprison a giant bear.
Who would have thought that a weak woman could suddenly be possessed by the Holy Spirit. Originally, this was a good thing. If you can be possessed by the Holy Spirit, you are still a saint. You can be released just by saying a word.
Who would have thought that the person possessed this time would be the legendary Gray Angel, which is a sign of depravity. Now, this degenerate saint actually says that they are the ones who have degenerated, who have abandoned the Holy Light, and who have lost their way.
of lamb?
If you are lost, you will be lost, but what is this impact like a giant bear? Normal possession by the Holy Spirit does not have this kind of power?
Xia Mara took two steps back, rushed forward, and hit the iron fence again. The overwhelmed iron fence broke. Then she pulled open the broken iron bars and got out.
However, the fluctuation behind her forced her to turn back, just in time to see a holy light and shadow emerge from Ange's body.
In fact, Xia Mara should not abandon Ange, let alone distance herself from Ange, otherwise she will see the power of the magic turret, but before that, a light and shadow emerged from his body to protect him.
in front of him.
The spirit of the spirit warrior Anthony.
Under normal circumstances, the soul warrior is a black shadow, filled with death, but Anthony's soul is different.
The light and shadow are holy, the clothes are solemn, and the high-collared ceremonial crown. Judging from the outline, you can tell that it is a bishop-level dress. More importantly, the light and shadow is holding a bishop's scepter. Just looking at the shape, it is extremely sacred.
The soul presents the most familiar image of the soul warrior, and Anthony has been most familiar with this image for more than a thousand years. He is also used to keeping a straight face in front of outsiders, as much majesty as possible, as sacred as possible.
sacred.
"Ah!? It's the bishop, it's the bishop!" Shenhun Guangying couldn't see the face clearly, and could only vaguely see the outline and light and shade. Moreover, this is the western diocese, and not many people know Anthony. It is difficult to distinguish from a group of people.
Distinguished in light and shadow.
But everyone can recognize that he is a bishop-level cleric from his clothing and scepter.
This was enough to increase the confidence of the Paladins, and they said loudly: "The Holy Soul is a bishop-level Holy Soul. Lord Ascetic Monk is so powerful. Stop her and cooperate with Lord Ange to kill the fallen angel."
Xia Mara turned back and rushed back, trying to get close to the Holy Soul. Aren't the Dharma types afraid of close combat? Then she got closer and chopped.
But as soon as he rushed in front of the Holy Soul, the 'Holy Soul' picked up his scepter and struck it on the head.
Xia Mara was shocked and tilted her head.
However, the 'Holy Soul' immediately swung the tail of the staff, using the principle of leverage, the head of the staff swung in the other direction, and hit Shamarla on the head with a sudden impact.
Shyamala was knocked away and hit the wall.
A newbie in melee combat, he was taught a lesson by the spirit of the Black Warrior.
Xia Mara is a little confused. She doesn't know martial arts. In the past, after being possessed by the Holy Spirit, she could fight in close combat, but all martial arts skills were brought by the Holy Spirit. But now this Holy Spirit was created by herself and does not have the ability to fight in close combat.
After a moment of confusion, he realized that the Holy Spirit did not pursue him, but returned to Ange's side.
This made Xia Mara breathe a sigh of relief, but when her eyes turned to Ange, the expression on her face could no longer be calm, because a bunch of fist-sized light balls were wrapped around Ange.
"Use Holy Light, use Holy Light, Gray Angels, Holy Light will do the most harm to them." Nigris pointed in Angor's soul.
"No." Ange responded. He only knew the purification spell and no other offensive holy light magic.
"Don't be so rigid. If the holy light condenses into a ball and shoots out like a fireball, isn't it a holy light missile? You can compress the fire element into an explosive fireball, and you can also compress the purification spell into a ball."
"Oh." Then a bunch of Holy Light Missiles appeared next to Ange.
When the holy light missiles were overwhelmingly smashing towards Xia Mara, the fallen saint chose the most instinctive method and ran!
Xia Mara quickly ran along the wall towards the iron gate. The holy light missile almost hit her back and hit the wall behind. The splashed gravel hit her body-protecting holy light again.
There was a loud snapping sound.
Shyamala rushed out of the iron gate. After a moment's pause, she was hit by a missile of holy light and staggered forward.
The Paladin blocking the door took the opportunity to slash her with his sword.
She was unscathed, and the Holy Knight's holy light could not cause any harm to her. Instead, Shamara threw her palm at him.
Just like being hit by a giant bear, the Paladin's tendons and bones were broken. He flew up, hit the wall behind him and bounced back. He vomited blood and was about to die.
Xia Mara was about to continue rushing forward, but suddenly discovered something. She shot a few Holy Light Missiles, came back, grabbed the Paladin, and ran up the stairs.
"Chase!" Nigris shouted in Ange's mind.
Needless to say, Ange had already caught up with him, with his soul in front. He followed closely and caught up, only to see that the room on the ground was in a mess. Shammala's figure was breaking through the door and disappearing outside. Her wings
turned black.
The Paladin who was captured by Xia Mara was now turned into a corpse and thrown aside, his body was dim and dull.
Nigris was horrified: "No, the power of the Holy Light was deprived of him. Xia Mara robbed his power. This is the real fallen angel. Go after her and kill her, otherwise the more power you will rob."
, her strength will become stronger."
The difference between gray angels and fallen angels is not simply the color of their wings. Only those who know how to plunder the power of others can be called fallen angels. When it plunders the power of others, its own power is no longer pure, and its wings will become
black.
Now Xia Mara has become a real fallen saint, a saint possessed by a fallen angel.
Ange quickly chased after her and found that Xia Mara had risen into the sky, fluttering her wings and flying out of the town.
A white firework explodes in the sky, which is a warning signal. The light church power that sees this firework must rush to the place where the fireworks rise in the shortest possible time.
Because Nicholas was assassinated, the power of the nearby Church of Light is now unusually dense, and a group of Paladins saw the fireworks from a distance.
The leading paladin squinted his eyes for a while, then turned around and asked, "Uh, are those warning fireworks?"
The companion also squinted his eyes for a while and said: "Yes, captain, do you want support?"
"Of course, but do you know which idiot made the warning fireworks white? Who can see clearly in broad daylight." The leading paladin cursed and then raised his right hand.
The men who were pulling slowly behind them immediately mounted their horses collectively. The leading paladin wanted to make some speeches, but was suddenly interrupted by his companion's scream: "Captain, look, what is that?"
The paladin captain looked up and saw a figure flying over from the direction of the rising fireworks. It was a graceful figure with a surging holy light on its body, but the wings behind it were black.
"Is that the Holy Spirit Angel? Why are the wings black?"
"It's not an angel, that's a saint. The wings are in an energy state and are possessed by the Holy Spirit. That direction is the town of Mara. It can't be the saint of Xhamala, right?"
"That's her, that's her. I've seen Saint Xhamala, and that's her."
The men under his command were shouting, but the leading paladin felt something was wrong. Black wings? Fallen angel?
Xia Mara also discovered this group of holy knights, turned around and plundered them.
The leading paladin immediately shouted: "Be on guard, be on guard, Holy Shield!"
The Paladins sacrificed their Holy Shields one after another, but it didn't mean much. These Paladins were all around level three or four, and their strength was far from the level of the Madena team of the Holy Blade Army.
But what they faced was a fallen saint possessed by an angel.
Xhamala just flew down, raised the holy light, and bumped into the leading paladin, knocking him off his horse and smashing him to the ground.
The holy shield was broken, the armor was dented, and blood was vomited from the mouth.
"Holy Light, give it to me." Shyamala said coldly, stretching out her hands towards the Holy Cavalry Captain.
The other Paladins saw in horror that Xia Mara grabbed a ball of holy light from the Paladin Captain and stuffed it into her body. The next moment, her black wings became a little richer.
"She killed the captain, she took away the captain's power." The other paladins screamed.
Xia Mara turned her head to look at them. Her eyes were filled with white light. She couldn't see the white of the eyes, only a glowing hole. She said expressionlessly: "Those who betray the light, give your holy light to me."
I."
Just when she was about to attack others, a light and shadow rushed over and hit her with a scepter.
After the light and shadow, Ange followed closely, and the holy light missiles shot out in front of him.
Shyamala turned around and ran away without saying a word. As long as she ran fast enough, the Holy Light Missile would not be able to catch up.
She had wings, so Ange couldn't catch her when she was running away. Now he couldn't summon Lightning or Negris, so he could only watch her disappear into the air.
The soul slowly glanced at everyone, walked towards Ange step by step, and blended into his body.
The Paladins finally reacted, and collectively knelt down and saluted: "Greetings, your lord."
Everyone saw the divine soul in their eyes. It was clearly a 'holy soul' dressed as a bishop. It could control a 'holy soul' at the level of a bishop. The status of the gentleman in front of him must have been extremely high.
Ange nodded in response and wanted to turn around and leave. The pursuit of Xia Mara was purely accidental. The original goal was to leave here as soon as possible, but now he couldn't catch up anyway, so he ran away quickly.
Before taking two steps, the paladin captain who fell to the ground coughed and spit out a mouthful of blood.
Xhamala swooped down, breaking his muscles and bones, and robbed him of his strength. Miraculously, he did not die on the spot, but he coughed up blood and was not far from death.
"Captain!" Other Paladins rushed over, crying anxiously, and some subconsciously looked at Ange. There was nothing they could do about such a fatal injury.
"Treat, treat." Nigris said in Ange's mind: "You are now a person pretending to be a church. You cannot walk away after seeing your companions injured. This is unreasonable."
"Oh." Ange responded, and casually cast a series of facial cleansing spells on the paladin captain.
The frequency of three shots per second fell on the Paladin captain like a woodpecker, making him tremble all over. After dozens of shots, he suddenly turned over and sat up.
"Is this the afterglow of life? Captain, are you okay?" He was on the verge of death just now, but now he suddenly sat up. Everyone thought he was coming back to life.
The paladin captain was also stunned. He touched his body and found that except for the slight pain caused by the dented armor and the disappearance of the power of the holy light, everything seemed to be fine.
He stood up and jumped a little. Sure enough, everything was fine. He was so excited that he quickly knelt down and said, "Thank you for your help, sir."
"Thank you for your help, sir." The eyes of the other Paladins filled with admiration, and they knelt down and saluted again.
They have never seen such a serious injury treated so cleanly and neatly. Even a high-ranking priest or priest has to prepare carefully for a long time, and may not be successful.
The strength of the adult in front of me is truly unfathomable.
Peleg ran over quickly, followed by the entire town of Mara and all the people from the nearby Light Church. When he saw Ange from a distance, he began to salute: "Greetings, sir."
After trotting all the way to Ange, Farrar said respectfully and sadly: "Sir, I have passed the news back to the church that Shamara has fallen into a Gray Angel. Because of Archbishop Nicholas, everything now belongs to the light.
All the power has been mobilized, and Xia Mara will not be able to escape unless she has wings."
"She has wings." Ange said.
"Ahem, cough, sir, your gaze is like a torch. She can't escape even if she has wings." Farrar said awkwardly, feeling a tightness in his chest.
"She is corrupted and can plunder the power of the Holy Light." Ange said again.
Peleg ran fast, so he didn't see the changes that followed. He was shocked when he heard this: "Fallen angel? Can you plunder the Holy Light?"
"Yes, yes, fallen angel, the captain's power has been robbed." Without Ange opening his mouth, the surviving paladins started talking.
Farrar's expression was solemn: "This is a new situation. Report to the church immediately, but don't worry, all the forces belonging to the light have been mobilized, including the Judgment Army. The fallen angels cannot escape."
If there was any sympathy and pain for Shyamala before, all the sympathy in Peleg's heart was gone after hearing that she could plunder the power of the Holy Light.
Peleg's words gave Nigris a headache. Did he even dispatch the Judgment Army?
Fallen angels can't escape, so Ange may not be able to escape either. The Judgment Army is specially designed to deal with internal traitors. Ange's Holy Light cannot be hidden from Shyamala, and it is very likely that it cannot be hidden from the Judgment Army. What should I do?
As soon as his eyes rolled, Nigris thought of a good idea and said to Ange: "Ange, let's do this."