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Chapter 756

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There were two types of people who would use their ultimate attack without saying a word on the battlefield.

The first type would be newbies who actively sought death. They would want everyone's attention to them, and then instantly die as expected.

The second type would be veterans who acted cool and then ran away … I meant those who were confident enough to suppress the entire battlefield and dared to show off their strength.

Dawn of Holy Light illuminated the entire battlefield. This was a tactical weapon specially prepared for the cruel Holy War. It had a large AOE, powerful buff effects, long duration, low energy consumption, and many other advantages. Although it was only effective against the undead and demons, this was completely acceptable compared to its advantages. The only flaw was that …

"… It's just a bit of a taunt."

The first to arrive were a bone dragon and two small squads of gargoyles. Bardi's Dragon Knight and Griffin Knight hadn't been able to successfully block all of the undead aerial troops.

If this had been in the past, I would have needed some time to deal with such high-level opponents. But now …

"Holy Light."

I softly chanted a praise for Holy Light, causing my Dawn sword to shine with even more blinding Holy Light. But this time, it was a concentrated beam of light.

One, two, ten, a hundred. The sky was filled with traces of golden light beams. The flying units of the Undead only realized that they had been attacked after they were destroyed.

Although I had to maintain my Dawn sword, that didn't mean that I was completely defenseless.

Light moved in my hands. Every time I clicked and moved, a beam of light would shoot towards a target.

Streaks of light appeared to prove the effect of the attack. The target of each streak of light was a high-level flying undead.

"1 to 71! Prediction, aim, and hit. "

With my Dawn sword's Lighthouse of Holy Light (cannon) mode, the battle became a simple point-and-click game. My attack speed surpassed my reaction speed, and all the flying undead that were hit directly fell to the ground.

Streaks of light formed a net of light. Golden explosions kept occurring in the sky, creating the most beautiful fireworks. There was no space to pass through this fatal net of fire. This was probably the easiest battle I had ever experienced. I instantly killed off several hundred high-level undead. Although this was a delightful result, I had no intentions of chasing them to the end.

"The energy consumption is far too high …"

In just a short half a minute, I had used up a total of 320 Holy Light beams. The result was that Dawn's Holy Light had been directly used up by a third. If I used it two more times, Dawn's Holy Light would probably die.

From a certain standpoint, Dawn was a part of my body. I felt rather weak after using up more than one-third of my Holy Light power in an instant.

But I had achieved my goal.

The first wave of Undead ambushes was completely wiped out. With this time difference, the humans were able to catch their breath.

The thorny forest in front of me was filled with Man-eating Flower Warriors, one after another, crawling out of the thorny forest. The Royal Dragon Cavalry followed the Dragon Knight and stood in front of me.

The slowly rising sun dispelled all darkness. My understanding of Chaos and my pursuit of Holy Light allowed me to create this sword that was the natural enemy of Chaos.

"Pure Holy Light, please grant me the power to dispel that darkness."

I knelt on one knee and prayed devoutly. I hypnotized myself to strengthen my connection and compatibility with the Holy Light. The Elemental Tide in the surroundings began to surge and gather even more light.

The Holy Light Sun in the sky began to shine once more.

"… This is too exaggerated. His Holy Light reserves and affinity to Holy Light are far superior to Pope Caloma's. "

Back in the day, there was a good reason why I had been called the illegitimate child of the Holy Light. My Holy Light affinity, which was unscientific to begin with, had evolved to the extreme with the help of the Arbiter's angelic power.

"Holy Light! How is this possible … "

"Blasphemer."

At this time, even the most devout believer of the God of Holy Light would doubt their own faith.

The wings of light on her back unfurled. These were the wings of light of the War Angel. Countless specks of light gathered on the wings at a rate visible to the naked eye. This elemental affinity for summoning Holy Light was something that even the highest-level angels couldn't compare to.

I was a heretic that the Holy Church viewed as an evil heretic, yet I was actually such a powerful user of Holy Light. The Holy Church's belief that "if you devout believe in the God of Holy Light, the God will bestow power upon your devout believers" became nothing more than a joke.

"Why does this method of using Holy Light seem so much like magic …"

"Don't be ridiculous. Do you want to go to trial for heresy?"

"There's no mistaking it. He's using the same method of controlling the elements to control Holy Light."

"There's no prayer, no religious hymns, not even a connection to divine power …"

The archmages' discussions echoed in my ears. After I demonstrated my method of using Holy Light at such a close distance, they would likely treat Holy Light in a different way starting from today.

This was exactly what I wanted to see.

The rain suddenly stopped. The dark clouds in the sky began twisting as if they were afraid of the existence of light.

"Roland!"

The screaming dark clouds transformed into a gigantic demonic face that cast a shadow over the entire battlefield. However, this face seemed rather familiar to me.

"Shupnus?"

This wasn't in my information. I could sense that Shupnus was incredibly skilled in water magic. It would seem that this Undead Emperor was still hiding many things. I would have new topics to talk about in the future.

As for Shupnus's grudge against me? There were plenty of people who hated me.

Unlike my information, Shupnus didn't lose his sense of reason and charge over. Since the heavy rain and darkness on the battlefield had been dispelled, these several tens of thousands of undead would be no match for the human allied army.

Shupnus glared at me one last time as the dark clouds retracted and floated into the distance. Shupnus had retreated.

The high-level undead unhesitatingly started retreating as well, while the low-level cannon fodder was left behind on the battlefield. Not only that, the low-level cannon fodder had been forced to use up their last bit of potential. They would do anything to protect the intelligent undead as they retreated.

This was why the Undead Calamity would always return. It would be meaningless to kill some cannon fodder without killing the high-level undead and Undead Lords. More than 90% of the undead army's soldiers were nothing more than cannon fodder.

Judging from the results of the battle, the humans had obtained a glorious victory … but judging from everyone's serious expressions, nobody believed that this was a victory.

The undead had used less than 10% of the human allied army's strength, yet they had managed to cause so many casualties. Wounded people could be heard screaming for help everywhere on the battlefield.

This was a good lesson for the arrogant humans. The Undead Calamity was definitely not to be trifled with. Even if the humans had the advantage in power level, this definitely wouldn't be a show or an outing. If the humans weren't careful, the entire human army would be wiped out.

Meanwhile, I was also surrounded by archmages. I could already guess what they wanted to ask me.

And so, I took out a handwritten manuscript. This was a book that the fairies were going to publish next month. This book's title and content were destined to shake the entire world.

[It's Time to Step Down from His Divine Altar — On the Nature of Holy Light.]

Perhaps this would be the last time I would ever try to steal from the Holy Church. Once the God of Holy Light stepped down from his divine altar, there would naturally be no need to continue.

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