With the death of the Golden Knight, Harkanth City's resistance came to an abrupt end.
Without someone of the same rank restraining them, no matter how many Grade 1 and Grade 2 Holy Knights there were, it was pointless. At Grade 3, they could no longer be defeated by simply stacking their numbers.
The Holy Knights who were crippled seemed to have realized that they had lost the battle. They regrouped and retreated to the Chapel of Holy Light, hoping to rely on the terrain to defend against the wizard's attacks. It was a pity that their thoughts were beautiful, but reality was always crueler than the cruelest horror novels.
After killing the Golden Knight, Armes cheered and soared into the sky. After a brief look, he turned around and headed straight for the most extravagant and luxurious mansion in the city. He didn't have much time left. He had to seize every second to plunder the mansions of the city's upper class and the city's public treasury. It was a challenging and professional job.
He didn't want to waste any more time.
As for the Chapel of Holy Light in front of him, it was obviously a mysterious building with religious overtones. Plundering such a place would require him to kill too many stubborn guards. Not only would it be a waste of time, the only things he could loot would be ancient books, the bones of famous people in the church, or souvenirs such as clothes and armor.
To the members of the Church, these items might have a strong commemorative meaning, but to the dragons who only liked gold and shiny treasures, they were too old-fashioned. If he returned to Lance with such 'treasures', he would be laughed at by all the dragons.
Armes didn't even look at the Chapel of Holy Light and rushed to the city lord's mansion in the distance.
Sindar the Flaming Tiger rarely had the chance to 'play' in another plane, so he didn't want to return empty-handed. After seeing where Lei Long had gone, it immediately flew towards the trade district of Harkanth City as if it was flying.
There must be some rare treasures here that couldn't be found anywhere else.
In the blink of an eye, the only ones left were the battered elemental machine and Grimm, who had transformed into a tall, flaming man. The ground was littered with the corpses of the Holy Knights.
Under Grimm's command, the elemental machine roared and chased after the retreating Holy Knights towards the Chapel of Holy Light. Grimm leisurely walked towards the remains of the Grade 3 Golden Knight.
His opponent's body had already been battered into a miserable state, and Grimm's final Meteor Blast had blasted him into pieces. The holy armor on the surface of his body was distorted beyond recognition, and his exposed skin was charred black. The surface had been completely carbonized.
Grimm stooped down and carefully examined the remains of the body. Blue light flashed in his black pupils as he scanned the interior of the body. As for the Flame Barrier, it had already been set up, preventing the Golden Knight's soul from escaping.
The A.I. Chip had analysed the strand of mysterious holy light that he had missed previously. It was due to the pure and dense holy light, as well as a powerful and tenacious soul. The two complemented each other and could not be dispensed with!
Seriously speaking, the Holy Light that the Holy Knights believed in was actually the unshakable faith in their hearts!
It was just that the knights of the Envic Plane had found a visible and tangible carrier for their illusory beliefs. That was pure light … They used light to represent the purity of their hearts, and they used light to depict a beautiful future.
This was a primitive form of faith that was in a state of confusion and chaos!
Light was originally a fundamental energy that existed everywhere in the plane. It had no intelligence or consciousness, and was very ordinary. However, when many holy knights placed their so-called 'justice', 'wisdom', 'faith', and 'hope' on the light, the light would no longer be the 'light' it used to be.
In the plane, faith in itself was a powerful force. As the carrier of the Holy Knights' faith, light became extraordinary, becoming even more divine and powerful.
Perhaps the Magi would feel disdain and ridicule the ignorance of the Holy Knights for using the brainless and unconscious light as the source of their faith. However, the Magi could not deny that the Holy Knights had indeed obtained power from the 'Holy Light', and their inheritance had been passed down.
From this aspect, the Holy Knights actually lived purer lives than the divine spell users of the World of Gods, and they obtained more truth.
After all, they did not have a god who thirsted for the power of faith above them, nor did they have strict and rigid dogma to restrict their every action.
The Paladins relied on their devout beliefs and teachings day after day to allow their beliefs to penetrate deeply into the rules of light. Therefore, from a certain point of view, the laws of light in the Envic Plane were indeed very different from those in the Magus World.
With the help of the power of the Holy Light, the Holy Knights passed on their faith to the laws of the plane. In the Envic Plane, no matter where you were born or what race you came from, as long as you acknowledged the Holy Knights' faith from the depths of your body, mind, and soul, you would be able to sense the existence of the Holy Light through the power of the plane's laws.
As for Grim, he had already roamed through two worlds with faith, but after killing the believers of the gods, he had never found any remnants of faith similar to the Holy Light. According to Grim's deductions, the main reason was that the believers had gods above them!
Their souls had long since been branded with the Mark of Gods. Thus, once they died, the plane's laws would pull them back to the Mother Spirit River, or enter the Kingdom of Gods through a channel. No matter which one it was, it was impossible to leave the 'thing' formed by the fusion of faith and soul in the material plane.
In the Kingdom of Gods, those who had strong souls and could still entrust their consciousness to the power of faith after death were usually called Valiant Spirits or Holy Spirits.
In short, they were strange fellows whose souls were unwilling to die and entrusted their remaining power to continue wandering!
For such existences, the gods could not wait to guide them into their own countries and use their divine power to shape them so that they could continue to serve the gods in the Kingdom of Gods. However, in the Envic Plane, the Holy Light that the Holy Knights believed in had no self-consciousness, so it would not take the initiative to guide the dead Valiant Spirits or Holy Spirits back to the source of their faith.
That was why the strange 'Holy Light' lingered and did not dissipate!
This undoubtedly gave Grim the possibility to intercept the 'Holy Light' midway.
However, the situation today was different. When Grim carefully incinerated the body of the Golden Knight, the 'Holy Light' that was even stronger than the Silver Knight began to collide with the flame barrier. It was as if some powerful force was summoning it, making it impatient to return.
Grim raised his head and looked in the direction that the 'Holy Light' wanted to escape to. What he saw was the majestic Holy Light Chapel at the end of the road.
'Holy Light Chapel?'
Grim muttered to himself.
According to the memory fragments he extracted from the natives of the plane, the Holy Light Chapel was not only a place for Holy Knights to live and train, but also a burial place for the fallen Holy Knights. Perhaps in terms of function, it was similar to the shrines in the World of Gods.
As a knowledgeable Magus, Grim knew seven or eight ways to store souls even though he was not good at manipulating them.
He took out a fist-sized, sparkling, and translucent crystal ball and engraved a dozen runes with different functions on it. These runes were strange. When they were first drawn, they were as bright as day and glowed with magic. However, as they melted into the surface of the crystal ball, they became dark and obscure, and one could barely feel the presence of magic.
After he was done with the Soul Gathering Crystal, Grim grabbed it and waved it towards the 'Holy Light'. Under the guidance of a strange force, the 'Holy Light' trembled and was reluctantly sucked into the crystal ball.
'Great, I got what I wanted!'
After retrieving the remaining Holy Light from the Tier 3 Golden Knight, Grimm straightened his back and looked at the battlefield that was full of devastation.
Around him, there were hundreds of corpses of Holy Knights lying on the ground.
Grimm smiled and tied the Soul Gathering Crystal to his waist with a silver chain. Then, he strode forward. As he strode forward, a silent and transparent fire source swept out in all directions, instantly incinerating the hundreds of corpses into ashes.
Among the ashes, streaks of bright and dark 'Holy Light' appeared and floated towards Grimm's waist like swallows returning to the forest. They silently fused into the Soul Gathering Crystal.
There were 129 corpses, but only 72 streaks of 'Holy Light' were collected. As for the rest, their souls were either completely destroyed, or their faith in the Holy Light was not pure enough. In short, not all Holy Knights could gather 'Holy Light' after they died!
While Grimm was slowly 'harvesting' his spoils of war, the Holy Light Chapel in the distance had turned into a bloodbath. Corpses littered the ground.
The remaining Holy Knights retreated to the Chapel and used the door as a barrier. They took out their sturdy shields and defended against the crazy attacks of the elemental magic machines. These little guys were only Grade 1 or Grade 2, of course, they were no match for the elemental magic machines. However, when they combined their power and formed a strange holy resonance, it was not easy for the elemental magic machines to break through.
Thus, both sides were locked in a bloody battle at the door of the Holy Light Chapel.
Although the elemental magic machine was killing the low level holy knights, there were still a lot of ants blocking its way. It was impossible to kill them all.
'Too slow, I can't wait …'
After Grim cleaned up the battlefield, he immediately strode towards the Holy Light Chapel. As he walked, he condensed violent fireballs and threw them at the crowd.
Without an opponent of the same rank, the little guys in front of him were nothing but a bunch of ants in front of his 6 meter tall flaming body. Following the bombardment of fireballs, twenty to thirty Paladins fell into the thick smoke and pools of blood in an instant.
If it wasn't for the fact that the power of his spells would affect the 'Holy Light', Grim would not have taken these Holy Knights seriously.
They were too weak!
In the plane world, being weak was a sin that had to be cleansed with blood and fire.
And this was the tradition of the Magi of the Magus World!
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