"The Strongest Holy Knight fiercely battled against Chaos Main God Sophocles and successfully injured him. Sophocles has been driven out of the mortal plane."
The fairies wouldn't miss such a shocking piece of information. One day later, all the newspapers and magazines had this piece of information on the headlines.
Some accurate information stated that Sophocles had fallen into the Chaos Abyss with burns all over his body. His injuries were definitely serious, and it was likely that he would need to rest for several hundred years.
This was doubtlessly a major victory for the Chaos Faction. It was likely that the Chaos Faction would be the first Main God level powerhouse to suffer such a heavy injury. This was especially so since all the other battlefields were in shambles. Such a victory was even more encouraging.
Since the demon wave was unstoppable and the Chaos War God's unstoppable destruction was still fresh in everyone's memory, Sophocles' defeat was doubtlessly a major victory.
At the very least, Sophocles proved that even a Chaos Main God could be defeated, and defeated by a single individual.
The entire world was praising this major victory while selectively ignoring the dark history of the "Strongest Holy Knight".
It wasn't that no one doubted the veracity of this information. However, the nameless wastelands had now become a dangerous battlefield filled with dimensional cracks. The traces of power that defied common sense doubtlessly proved how fierce and real the battle had been.
For a time, even more people had a favorable opinion of the Mist Alliance. After all, high-level combat strength would always be the foundation for comforting people.
Perhaps he wouldn't be of much use on the battlefield, but at the very least, he wouldn't allow the enemy's powerful individuals to slaughter the Mist Alliance.
In this aspect, the Northlands had always been at a disadvantage. Before the Gods of the Hades had appeared, the Mist Alliance's top-level combat strength had indeed been far inferior to the Holy Light Faction's. But now, this weakness had been made up for.
The Holy Church was probably the most embarrassed to hear this news.
This was not just illusory things like the comparison of strength and honor.
Holy Knight was humanity's protector. This was probably common knowledge to everyone. Although this job was difficult, poorly paid, risky, and had a terrible working environment, the Holy Knight's reputation in the human world was top-notch.
You could dislike the Holy Church and expel Holy Light believers, but you still had to maintain sufficient respect for a Holy Knight.
Although the "righteous" Holy Knights were strict to others and even stricter to themselves, they would always be able to inspire and unite people in times of danger.
This was the same reason why people would usually hate the police, but when something horrible happened, they would lean towards them.
"There will always be someone who isn't stubborn and smelly. You don't like him, but you need him and trust him."
From a certain standpoint, the title of the strongest Holy Knight was also the title of the strongest protector of human society. This "title" wasn't just an honor, it was also a duty. It had always been exclusive to the Holy Church.
Being called the strongest wasn't just a kind of vanity that came from comparison. Instead, it meant that when he was here, you could peacefully enter your dreams, because no one could defeat him.
No matter how dangerous the situation was, as long as the tree didn't arrive, everything would be at ease. This was the feeling that Estrada gave people when he was still in the Holy Church.
The most righteous Holy Knight? The fairest Holy Knight? The oldest Holy Knight? There were many titles, but none of them were as reassuring as the Strongest Holy Knight.
The strongest individuals in other job classes would never be able to obtain such trust. This sort of reassuring effect was doubtlessly what the current chaotic world needed the most.
After Estrada's death, several top-level Holy Knight Holy Knights tried to wear this title as publicity. Their power levels weren't weak at all, and they were indeed Estrada's disciples in terms of inheritance. However, they needed time and combat results to prove their abilities.
But now, they no longer needed to try proving their abilities. Being able to defeat a Chaos Main God in a direct battle, or even just forcing him to retreat, was already something that far surpassed the comprehension of mortals. Even Estrada back in the day might not have been able to do this.
The Strongest Holy Knight Roland Mist. Perhaps there had been people who doubted his claim to be the "Strongest Holy Knight" back in San Antonio, as well as the fact that he claimed to have obtained the inheritance of the guardian hammer. But now, all doubts had vanished.
He, Roland Mist, had doubtlessly inherited the title of "Strongest Holy Knight".
However, this wasn't necessarily a good thing for the Holy Church. That was because several months ago, this Strongest Holy Knight had just killed the God of Holy Light's right-hand man, the Blazing Angel.
Some things couldn't be made public. Roland and the Holy Church would forever be enemies rather than allies.
When considering the Yongye era and the Mist Kingdom's messy affairs, no matter how nice the relationship between me and the Holy Church sounded, the most I could say was that we were on good terms. But behind the scenes, I really wanted nothing more than to kill the Holy Church.
In that case, the Holy Church would probably be in the most awkward situation right now. The Holy War system that the Holy Church had worked so hard to create was no match for the Contract Heroes system that was driven by benefits. The Holy Light's legitimacy was being questioned, and even the Holy Light's Guardian honor seemed to be getting further and further away from the Holy Church.
Of course, I wasn't in the mood to think so much right now, nor did I know that the fairies were participating. The entire world was either astonished, cheering, or jumping for joy over this news.
"Damned Sophocles, he attacked me so heavily …"
From a certain standpoint, that passenger airship named "Forward" had helped me out greatly. If I had been lying in the wastelands covered in heavy injuries, I didn't know how much trouble that would have caused.
I really had to thank my special trait of being unable to be detected. Otherwise, people would have found me long ago and turned me into dust.
"… I need to recover from my injuries again. This time, it'll take several months. "
I fell into deep thought as I lay in the captain's cabin and gazed at the unfamiliar ceiling. Could it be that I had some sort of destiny with airships? I had to be hospitalized the moment I boarded … Fine, I was just making things up. My injuries this time seemed quite serious, but they were actually only some flesh wounds.
After becoming a SemiGod, one's physical body's recovery abilities would greatly increase. Normally, it would still take several months to recover.
However, as someone who wielded the power of Holy Light, as long as they didn't injure their foundations, such as overexerting their mana or life force, all they had to do was cast a few rays of Holy Light on themselves.
Ordinary people wouldn't be able to receive too much Holy Light healing in order to avoid overexerting their lifespan. This was basically meaningless for SemiGods, especially SemiGods who wielded the power of Holy Light.
This was also the foundational reason why high-level Holy Knights were so disgusting to demons. Holy Knights had thick skin and flesh, and any contact with them would even injure Chaos creatures. They would even self-destruct at the slightest provocation if they were forced into a corner. Not only that, these Holy Knights had incredibly strong lifeforce. As long as their heads didn't fall off, it would be very difficult for them to completely die. Anyone who encountered a Holy Knight would feel like a cockroach that wouldn't die.
Also, since I wasn't seriously injured, how could Sophocles, who was far more powerful than I was, possibly return to the Chaos Abyss with such heavy injuries?
Sophocles was currently acting in such a manner in order to disappear from the Gods' and Cavendish's sight.
"What a pity."
I felt quite regretful. If I had an additional magic sword, perhaps I would have been able to defeat Sophocles.
For example, if my Ice Ice Magic Sword had been fully formed, I would have been able to restrict Sophocles from fighting on the battlefield and bathe him in Holy Light along with the Snow Calamity. After Sophocles was continuously weakened, he would then be cleansed by the Holy Light for several hours or even several days before I focused my power on killing him.
If my Seven Deadly Sins had been fully formed, a single backstab attack would likely have been able to seriously injure Sophocles' soul. Of course, if my inference was correct, my Seven Deadly Sins wouldn't be very effective against demons and undead.
Now that I had leaked information about Sophocles, it would be quite impossible for me to ambush him again. But when I thought about it, I was fortunate that my other magic swords hadn't been fully formed yet, so I couldn't leak any more information.
Most of what I had leaked was that I possessed a powerful Myth-ranked weapon of Holy Light. My weapon's two abilities of spreading Holy Light and condensing Holy Light into a sword were likely to be known by others. If that was all there was to it, it would have been somewhat acceptable.
"It would seem that I'm still quite far off …"
The fact that I was able to fight against Sophocles to such a degree didn't mean that my power level was truly on par with a Chaos Main God's. It was that I had chosen to naturally counter demons' powers from the very start.
Holy Light's natural counter to demons and undead went without saying. It would deal at least ten times the damage to demons and undead. This didn't mean that my power level was only 10% of Sophocles'. There were many things that couldn't be calculated.
For example, Longtu had killed so many Dragons that rivers of blood flowed, becoming a demon legend among Dragons. Even Supreme Immemorial Dragons would avoid Longtu when they saw him. This didn't mean that Longtu's power level was enough to overwhelm Dragon City. He had simply chosen to counter Dragonslayer's abilities. If he met a high-level demon, his performance would likely be even worse than an ordinary SemiGod's.
Killing power was only one part of Longtu's counter abilities. Not only that, it was the least effective part.
Increasing hit rate against Dragons, reducing the damage from Dragons' spit attacks, immunity to Draconic Might, additional dragon scale penetration effects on my weapon, anti-poison effects on dragons, making it impossible for Dragons to heal their wounds, the ability to fly, and seeing through weaknesses. All of these disgusting effects were far more effective than simply increasing Longtu's attack power.
After all, attacks that didn't hit would mean nothing. Attacks that didn't break through Longtu's defense would mean nothing. Naturally, Longtu wouldn't receive any damage if he didn't live long enough. All of these abilities would instantly make Longtu the natural enemy of Dragons.
Every single one of his attacks would hit a vital point. He would ignore Longtu's spit attacks and claw attacks. As long as his opponent bled, they would die. Even Dragons that were far more powerful than Longtu would be instantly killed by Longtu.
My Dawn Holy Light sword was also a specialized weapon against large demons and undead.
My domain of pure Holy Light would continuously weaken my opponent, while my sword of light would continuously accumulate the power of Order, becoming stronger and stronger and more difficult to defend against.
In the end, my opponent who was tortured to the extreme by being roasted would have to face my fatal demon-slaying sword.
Theoretically speaking, as long as I could maintain this attack for a long enough time, it should be able to kill any undead or demon.
However, this actual combat had exposed the inadequacies of my newly-born magic sword.
"My opponent isn't an idiot. He won't just obediently watch as you accumulate power while he's constantly being weakened."
Sophocles had plenty of combat experience. He instantly understood the situation and unhesitatingly fought against my ultimate attack, not giving me any chance to accumulate power at all.
If Sophocles had chosen to escape from my domain of Holy Light from the very beginning, I wouldn't have been able to stop him at all.
At this moment, I really felt that there was a flaw in my ability.
"It would seem that I need to think of a way to quickly create a second magic sword to restrict Sophocles' movements. Otherwise, if I meet an opponent at this level again, I'll really … Wahh! What are you doing, silly cat? "
I spat out the feather pillow in my mouth as I angrily looked at the silly cat who was pretending to be innocent. Did she really think that I was a jinx? Was I really that clever? Did she think that a Main God would appear just because I said so? Did she think that Main Gods were like cabbages that could be found anywhere?
However, the ship's alarm suddenly started ringing, causing me to swallow my words.
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