The sudden fragmentation of this set of sacred objects caused everyone at the scene to fall into a daze, not knowing what to do for a moment.
But before everyone could calm down, new changes appeared in the broken shields and broken sword blades.
These fragments were filled with wisps of material that looked like light spots or smoke. They were light and light, and slowly condensed into a shadow in mid-air.
The phantom barely looked like a human being, but it was tattered and very light, and seemed to disappear at any time.
There is still a vague outline in the shape of a wing behind the shadow, but it is very faint. Even the outline is just vague, and you can't find it without looking carefully.
But what's a bit scary is that this dilapidated shadow exudes an invisible pressure?
It is not the physical pressure of the evil god that makes people suffocate, tremble, or even worship, but is relatively calm and gentle, just enough to make people look up in admiration, but it is more obvious and gentle than the pressure of a strong demigod.
Much clearer.
However, the scope of this pressure is quite small, and only people in the church can feel it.
Under the gaze of everyone, the phantom made a hugging gesture with open arms, floated towards Gallo, and then passed directly through him, as if giving him a hug.
Gallo's magical power did not activate, and he did not dodge, allowing the shadow to pass through him.
The moment he touched the phantom, he felt a particularly complex emotion coming from the other party.
There is joy like the afterlife...
There is a sadness like despair...
There is relief like physical and mental relief...
Finally, there is a sense of relief like seeing each other again after a long absence...
In summary, it's like a dying old man meeting a familiar old friend on his deathbed.
After passing through Gallo, the phantom floated straight towards the mosaic goddess statue in the center of the church. Finally, it turned into wisps of light dust in front of the statue, scattered in all directions, and fell on everyone present.
Everyone couldn't help but be startled, feeling that something suddenly appeared in their minds, and they learned some kind of knowledge...
It's a bit similar to the feeling of admiring miracles and learning knowledge from them.
A church member suddenly exclaimed:
"I...I seem to have learned a magic spell? This is actually the magic of war: Psychic Storm?"
"This magic can create a lightning storm in an area, destroying all enemies inside..."
"But it seems difficult to release this magic..."
Another saint followed and said:
"I also learned a war magic, but it's called Mind Explosion, which sounds very powerful..."
"Ha! The war magic I learned is very powerful. It's called the Healing Pillar. It can create a pillar out of thin air to heal trauma..."
"Huh? Why are the requirements for this magic so strange? It actually requires the physical fitness of a seventh-level master warrior to cast it? Why does a healing magic require strength at the level of a sword master?"
The saints forgot the bad news that their sacred objects were destroyed for a while, and started discussing it one after another.
They have all learned a magical technique, and they are all powerful war magical techniques!
Moreover, it was a war magic that Gallo was quite familiar with. He remembered that there were all of them in the underground library. It seemed that they were all relatively common war magic in those days...
Although these magical arts are powerful, they are demanding and even weird. These temples are just learned, and there is still a long way to master them and use them in actual combat.
And even if you master it, you probably won't be able to use it because the magic of war has long been banned.
But even so, it was enough to make them excited. War magic is not easy to learn. Just learning it is quite difficult, but they seem to have picked it up for free. How can they be unhappy?
"What about you? What did you learn?"
Gallo asked again towards the old bishop and Mitherland.
"I learned some special methods of plant cultivation..."
The old bishop said dumbfounded.
"I have learned a divine art, the seventh-level divine art of repentance: atonement with death..."
Miseran also answered, with a look of surprise and regret in his big eyes.
The surprise was naturally because he was just a bishop, but he suddenly learned the seventh-level magic that only a cardinal could have access to.
Unfortunately, that was because she had seen the old bishop perform this magic before. In front of her, the old bishop used this magic to make a group of cultists kneel down and repent, and then killed them with headshots. The scene was very bloody and bizarre...
She felt that this magical technique was not very suitable for her. If she could choose, she would prefer to learn the simple and crude method of the Hammer of Punishment.
Because Gallo likes that style...
Gallo likes the Hammer of Punishment, I learned the Hammer of Punishment, Gallo likes me...
That's probably what you think?
Finally, the old bishop and Mitherland looked at Gallo again and asked:
"What about you? What have you learned?"
"Sigh...I feel like the amount of useless knowledge has increased..."
Gallo sighed, and then demonstrated what he learned on the spot.
He released the power of faith from his body, touched the shield fragments and the broken sword on the ground, lifted them into the air, and floated in front of him.
Then, he used the technique he had just learned.
I saw those fragments melting immediately?!
But instead of melting into water, it melted into balls of liquid-like light.
Gallo made the balls of light fuse together to form a large ball of light, which looked like a ball of shiny dough.
He then put his hands into the dough of light and kept kneading it.
The saints on the side also woke up from the joy of learning the magic, and stared blankly at his performance without stepping forward to stop him.
Anyway, the holy object has been broken...
After some kneading, Gallo divided the smooth dough into two lumps again, holding them in his left hand and right hand respectively.
Finally, the light ball in his hand gradually solidified and took shape, and the light gradually dissipated, revealing the small shield and small sword lying quietly in his palm.
It looked exactly the same as when the leader first gave it to him, and even the sacred aura on it was exactly the same.
Is it even richer?
"It should have been repaired, right?"
Gallo wiped the sweat from his forehead and whispered to himself.
The few times he kneaded the dough just now consumed a lot of his physical strength and faith, making him a little dizzy, still hungry, and even a little unsteady on his feet.
He had never been so exhausted...
I guess I need a good meal and a good night's sleep to recover.
"In addition, I have also added some new functions. Let me give you a brief demonstration..."
Gallo suppressed his fatigue and continued.
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Thanks to key udou for the generous tip!
etc...
The one he rewarded was not me, but the little milk cat!