"Holy Light, do you see that enemy …"
I knelt down on one knee and devoutly prayed. However, I wasn't praying to any God.
Pure Holy Light, the Holy Light of salvation, the Holy Light that could dispel Chaos and restore Order. I believed in the Holy Light, just like how I believed in Law.
Power by itself had no justice to speak of. However, what power could bring about was where its value lay.
The God of Holy Light, Roland, had brought Holy Light to this world. I looked down on this divine power server that had no sense of self. I was hostile towards the Holy Church that was blessed by the Holy Light. However, I had never looked down on Holy Light itself.
That was because I knew the background and practical meaning behind the birth of Holy Light …
"In the endless darkness, pure light is the only hope for the weak. Even if the messenger who brought Holy Light has already changed, Holy Light still gives the world the power to protect itself."
A golden glow appeared in my tightly clasped hands. The light of hope became the light of protection. However, this was only the beginning.
I had read history before. Roland had brought Holy Light to the world. The Holy Church was born in the long history of the Holy Church. Holy Knight and Holy Light priests appeared from the Holy Church in order to dispel the endless undead and demons and to protect the weak mortals. I respected and even worshipped such a Roland as Roland.
However, Roland had fallen. After he succeeded, he gave up on himself. That would be no different from death …
What was even more fatal was that when Holy Light lost its sense of self, and when the Holy Church lost its just guide, pure authority finally transformed into excessive arrogance. The Holy Church and the teachings of Holy Light had already deviated from the original path of protection after the original sins erupted.
Holy Light priests no longer did ascetic work in villages or in the fields, only to heal the farmers' illnesses from hard work or the warriors who protected the cities. Instead, they lived in extravagant cathedrals and enjoyed the farmers' offerings. However, they only performed baptisms and services for the nobles and kings, curing the minor illnesses that didn't matter much.
The worst part was that at some unknown time, the Holy Church's authority had fallen into the hands of the Cardinals. The Cardinals who never left the Holy Church would be able to accumulate more merit points than those who worked on the frontlines. The powerless who spent most of their time in the Holy Church would be able to reach higher ranks than those who worked on the frontlines.
The descendants of past heroes would rely on their bloodlines to stand above the Holy Knight and Holy Light priests who fought on the frontlines. Devout faith and Holy Light Divine Arts cultivation would be replaced by complicated religious rituals. Hard work in battle would be no better than a few words of slander. Ten years of hard work in cultivation wouldn't be for the sake of flattery at a wine party. Holy Light was the foundational light of protection, yet the descendants of heroes would always forget about it.
When the glorious figures on the stage of the Holy Church were just teachers wearing luxurious robes, when the pope turned from a warrior into a politician who was good at opportunism, when the true warriors retreated to the rear because they were covered in blood and felt that they were unpresentable, did something change?
"Since there's no past, no present, and no future, then let us first trace the past, trace the essence of Holy Light … Ka Roland's Spear!"
The spear in my hand was a divine artifact that I had obtained from Astrya. It was the tattered spear that the God of Holy Light, Ka Roland, had used when he was still human.
The sharp tip of the spear had already been blunted by the passage of time. The spear had no decorations, and was a pure mass-produced weapon. However, this spear had accompanied Ka Roland every single moment of his arduous search for the Holy Light. It was his weapon of protection that had helped him overcome all obstacles. It was the highest-level divine artifact that had been lost in the Holy Church's historical records.
I held the spear, but I didn't intend to use it as a weapon. I sliced the tip of the spear with my finger, and the tip of the spear was incinerated by burning Holy Flames. The end of the spear fell to the ground.
"The sharp tip of the spear has already been corroded by the passage of time. However, this spear's handle can still represent the origin of Holy Light …"
The purest and purest spear had already returned to history. All that was left behind was the unassuming end of the spear.
Myth-ranked weapons' materials were quite important, but even more important was the "Concept" that combined the materials and the "Concept." This was the theory behind creating Myth-ranked weapons, as well as the source of their power.
In the Hades, the Light of Salvation represented the Concept of "Time." And, the core Concept of my Holy Light martial arts was naturally the process of Holy Light flowing through the river of time. That would be the past, present, and future of Holy Light …
What could possibly represent the past of Holy Light more than the tattered remains of the origin of Holy Light!
"Holy Light's past is the Light of Protection. It has always been so … But, even in the endless darkness of night, we Knight of Protection have never forgotten to seek the guidance of the Light."
I opened my tightly clenched hands, and the light of devotion ignited in my palms. The darkness of the Chaos Abyss was dispelled by a pillar of light that reached all the way to the sky.
I loved history, because only by being familiar with history would I be able to understand the present. Even though the higher-ups of the Holy Church had already become corrupted, the Knight of Holy Light still carried out the original path of protection.
Many years ago, the first batch of Ancient Holy Knight had fought to protect their homeland and their people. Ever since then, every time the world met with calamities and calamities, the Holy Light Knight had never been absent.
And in front of me, the ancient battle hammer that represented protection and salvation slowly floated in midair.
When the Holy Flames that represented destruction and rebirth blazed on the war hammer, the God Equipment war hammer welcomed its own end and rebirth. My emotions were conflicted. I was in pain, but I was also delighted and delighted.
"Even though time has passed, the inheritance of Holy Light's path of protection has never been lost. Even if the Holy Light changes forms and self-destructs, the will of the path of protection will still be passed down …"
The raging Holy Flames dissipated, leaving only the battle hammer's silver head in midair.
I let go of the spear's handle, and it automatically flew into the sky to clash with the hammer's head.
* Clang! *
The sound of metal clashing sounded as pleasant and holy as a bell. However, the demons and demonkin around me felt pain as if they had been struck by lightning.
The next instant, Holy Light lit up the entire world. Apart from the wielder of Holy Light, everyone lost their sense of hearing and sight.
Salor's eyes, which had just recovered, immediately self-destructed. Large amounts of blood burst out of his ears, and his body was filled with the smell of burning flesh. The unlucky demons that were caught up in the explosion were instantly vaporized. The demons that were further away probably managed to survive.
Not only did the enemy receive a powerful blow …
The Purgatory Centaur Casio howls in pain as he lies on the ground. His Purgatory magic runes and organs turn into black ashes under the light. That Fallen Angel curls up her black wings and cries. What flows down her beautiful face are drops of black blood tears. The Fallen Angel that is the incarnation of Pride is filled with fear and despair, as though she is a helpless child who has encountered a hopeless situation.
I could only helplessly shake my head as I glanced at her. Right now, I didn't have any extra energy to help anyone, nor was it the time to think too much.
I reached out with my hand to receive the slowly descending ball of light.
"What … what is this …?"
Salor collapsed on the ground in pain. He still had the energy to ask his own question, but I had no intention of answering him.
Even though my pierced ears and melted eardrums definitely wouldn't be able to hear anything, controlling two Myth-ranked materials was already far beyond my limits. Speaking was nothing more than an extravagant dream.
When I touched the ball of light, the light dissipated in an instant. What I held in my hand was a broken sword that only had a hilt left.
The sword hilt was the spear's handle from before, while the upper part of the sword was the hammer's head.
There were no decorations, nor was there any need for decorations. The sword hilt was simple and primitive, yet it attracted the gazes of countless supreme existences.
I raised the sword hilt, causing an endless amount of light to rise behind me. It was as if a sun was slowly rising behind me.
"As expected, this is all I've got …"
Even though I had already achieved the Concept and Concept of creating a Myth-ranked weapon, I lacked two core materials that would serve as the "future" of God Equipment of Light. That was why I was only able to create such a half-finished weapon.
"… But this is already enough!"
The sword hilt slowly descended. There was nothing at the tip of the broken sword. The famous Salor was howling and crying in despair. He knew that the moment this broken sword descended, his death would arrive.
The moment that I swung the sword, everyone's vision was blinded by the light again. When the light faded, only black ashes that represented Salor's existence remained.
A gust of wind blew away the ashes. The former general of the Bloodwars had now become history.
Only now did I have the energy to answer Salor's question and tell him the name of the Holy Light that I knew of.
"This is' Dawn ', the holy sword Dawn."
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