That indescribable mass of material that gave people a huge sense of weirdness was squirming like this. Even Amber, who jumped from the real world into the shadow realm every now and then, and Wright, who was familiar with various Holy Light classics, had never heard of it. It's like something appalling - it's a mixture of twisted flesh and blood, with no outlines of bones, muscles, or skin. Mixed with it are magnificent fragments with a crystal texture. This mixed substance is soaked in a wave of light. In the sparkling "puddle", but if you look closely, you will find that the sparkling "puddle" is actually a piece of light: its edge appears diffused, and it mixes with the shimmering particles swimming in the air. Connected together, Wright, as a decent priest, can be sure that that thing is extremely pure holy light.
Sacred and profane, beautiful and terrifying, completely contradictory elements gathered on this rapidly regenerating mixture, making Amber's scalp feel numb.
A white knight exclaimed: "He is regenerating!"
No one can figure out how this mixture works, and no one knows Fran Béran. How did he become this posture? Of course, the temporary bishop may not have been in this form before the heroic white knights solemnly fired a bunch of heavy explosive grenades into the room. But everyone knows one thing. , that is, this regenerating thing is definitely not a kind person!
Wright immediately raised his warhammer and loudly ordered: "Prepare the hand cannon——"
The twisted flesh and blood soaked in the holy light withstood a round of ferocious bombing and It survived, but it is not difficult to judge from its miserable state that this thing is by no means immortal. It can be hurt and weakened - and the extraordinary people in this world are no strangers to monsters that can regenerate. For them, it is not terrible if the enemy has strong vitality or can regenerate. As long as they can be injured, it is not a big problem.
In short, as long as the blood bar can be displayed, it is just a matter of playing a few more rounds at most.
However, the moment the white knights raised their hand cannons to take aim, a sudden change occurred.
The mixture of flesh and crystal suddenly sped up its creeping speed, and bursts of indescribable roars came from the water-like light flowing around it. The roars seemed to be a thousand. The roars of the beast were superimposed, and it pierced into the minds of everyone present, including the nearest Amber. She opened her eyes wide and looked at the mixture in the holy light, and she actually felt that the mixture was Something so holy in flesh and crystal.
The brilliant sacred music sounded, and the entire prayer room was shrouded in light. The boundless holy light hung down from the distant sky like a curtain, covering it from all directions, turning this place into a place. In the majestic, magnificent, and extremely beautiful sanctuary, Amber saw countless spirits emerging from the air, worshiping the hazy shadow in the center of the sanctuary, and a low murmur sounded in her ears:
“Worship Him…Believe in Him…” “Believe in Him…Obey Him…” “HeHe will protect you, and He will guide you..."
There are more curtains around. The invisible wind blows in the secret room, lifting the thin curtains. Behind the curtains, there are dense His eyes flickered and swayed, giving him a look that was neither kind nor malicious. Countless mouths opened and closed in the darkness, sending out mindless and meaningless whispers.
Amber subconsciously moved forward. She took a step forward, wanting to embrace the holy light. She seemed to still have some weird sobriety in her heart. She knew that she was about to cross an invisible boundary. Once she entered that realm, she would become the God of Holy Light. A devout believer, but she herself could not feel any resistance to this. She took the first step, and then the second step...
But just when she was about to reach that limit , a very familiar voice although not often heard suddenly broke into her mind: "...Why do you believe that stuff? You might as well learn to cook from me..."
All the illusions disappeared, the holy light, the curtain, the whispers, the eyes and the invisible mouth behind the curtain... everything was broken like a dream, Amber found that she was still standing in a messy prayer room, not even moving her steps, and the wriggling flesh and blood was still soaked in a water-like holy light, and the regeneration was far from complete.
"Thank you, goddess, for saving the scene..." Amber quickly (and without any piety) thanked the shadow goddess she believed in in her heart, and then immediately saw the situation of the others: Wright's body stood as if frozen. Standing there, staring angrily at the mass of flesh and blood so close at hand, the other white knights in the room all tensed their muscles, with expressions of struggle and resistance on each of their faces.
The white knights. They are not just elite soldiers selected from the army, they also have a strong will and have accepted the baptism of the new teachings of the Holy Light - in the face of the penetration of the faith of the God of the Holy Light, they even She couldn't wake up immediately like Amber, and she could resist for a long time.
Amber immediately thought about what she could do at the moment, but before she could take action, a roar suddenly came from the side.
Wright actually broke free from the weird mental influence with his extraordinary will. He raised the mechanical power warhammer high, and the warhammer was filled with surging light. With a roar, the warhammer hit hard. ——
The twisted flesh that had just been half-assembled was directly torn apart by the hammer, and was quickly vaporized in the blazing holy light.
Amber heard a hallucinatory sound. A scream sounded in her mind - the scream was mixed with great pain and hatred. She even felt a real emotion surging in the prayer room, and everyone present felt it. This emotion: in addition to hatred, it is more regretful and incomprehensible. It seems that until it completely dissipates, the owner of this emotion does not understand why the trap he carefully laid out is ineffective, nor why this group of people Intruders will behave differentlySort out the cards...
The screams disappeared after half a second, and the holy light wandering in the entire prayer room suddenly weakened. All the agitated energy gradually returned to calm, Fran Béran. The breath completely dissipated in the air.
The white knights clenched their war hammers and raised their hand cannons for two minutes before confirming that the enemy had been completely eliminated.
"...really gone?" Amber patted her chest and stared nervously at the big pit in the center of the room. She was still a little scared when she thought of the experience just now. At this moment, she was afraid that some twisted flesh and crystal would reappear. It came out of nowhere.
"...The spirit has calmed down, and the noise in the holy light has also disappeared," Wright carefully felt the fluctuations of the holy light in the space, nodded slightly and said, "It seems that it was just Fran Bélang. A counterattack in a near-death state."
The vigilant white knights around also confirmed the safety of the environment through the tactical goggles. After making sure that no weird things would suddenly jump out and fool themselves into believing in religion. Then he breathed a sigh of relief, and then he felt a little unbelievable: "That one just now was really Fran Béran? How could he be so powerful?"
"It's very abnormal..." Wright frowned. , obviously he was also very puzzled, "This place was filled with very pure holy light just now, and the whole room was close to being semi-sacred, but this is not a power that an intermediate-or even high-level priest can control. And even if it is After mobilizing the sacred power reserved by the cathedral, Fran Béran’s distorted and mutated appearance cannot be explained..."
"I vaguely seemed to see a lot of illusions just now," Amber scratched his hair. , "I saw a lot of light and pilgrims, and countless eyes hidden between the curtains. There was a voice telling me to believe in the Holy Light. That voice seemed to be my own idea..."
"...You were already pulled so deep?!" Wright was shocked, but then he reacted, "That's right, you were standing too close at the time...It's incredible, you could actually I relied on my own will to resist that force."
"Thanks to the blessing of the Shadow Goddess," Amber drew a circle on her chest, "I was chosen by the Dark Night God..."
< p>"Oh," Wright agreed casually, and then listened slightly - the noise coming from the surface was almost calm, "It seems that it is almost over, prepare to evacuate."Amber Immediately jumped to his feet: "Hey, why are you reacting like Gawain! Let me tell you that I am really the chosen god of the night! Did you know that the goddess even chatted with me? She taught me..."
< p>"Crunch——"The hopping Amber suddenly felt as if she had stepped on something. She lowered her head and raised her feet to take a look, and her jumping movements suddenly stiffened.
It was a shimmering crystal-like substance... the crystal substance that had been mixed in Fran Béran's flesh and blood!
“Oh my god!!” This embarrassing half-elf exclaimed, “This thingThere is more! ! "
Wright was also startled. He quickly came to Amber with the war hammer in hand: "Don't be nervous - let me take a look. "
Amber almost jumped up and down and hid three meters away. Watching Wright squatting on the ground and carefully inspecting the crystal shard, he asked cautiously: "What's going on... This thing is not good. Will Fran suddenly grow again? Come on, Bélang? "
"...It seems that he is no longer moving," Wright finally carefully picked up the crystal fragment after some inspections and the induction of holy light. "This should be the death of Fran Béran. The last remnants that remained after that... a strange substance. "
Amber seems to have a strange obsession with "growing a person": "Are you sure this thing won't grow a person? "
"I'm not sure that this is going to be shown to scholars, such as Master Kamel or Master Pitman," Wright said frankly, "but at least at this stage, there is a little bit of holy spirit left inside it. The power of light is completely calm and should not change in a short period of time. "
"As long as you say Master Kamel, let's forget about that Pitman guy," Amber curled her lips, and then glanced at the crystal shard in Wright's hand with fear, "Then you take this thing Well, maybe Gawain... the Duke is interested in this thing. "
Wright shrugged indifferently, carefully put the crystal fragments into a portable container, and then began to instruct the other white knights: "Check the surroundings again to see if there are any other similar debris. Collect them all. Also look for any remaining pieces of clothing, take them out, and tell people that Fran Béran has been purified by the White Knight. "
"Yes! Patriarch! ”
The white knights immediately took action, while Wright frowned and glanced at the devastated prayer room. Between the broken altar and the sacred runes, the clear and warm holy light was still slowly spreading. It flows, as if it is not contaminated by the blasphemous monster before.
"The holy light will not be dusted...can only be dusted by the human heart..."