In the Church of the Holy Light in Cecil's territory, Gwen brought Amber and Pitman, who had just come out of the alchemy laboratory, to Leit.
At this time, Leit had changed out of his severely damaged armor and into a priest's robe made of coarse cloth. Compared to the tired and gloomy look he had when he first returned to the territory, he was now in a much better state of mind. When Gwen brought them into the church, he was wiping the shelf in front of the pulpit, looking calm and indifferent.
But Gwen knew that the priest was no longer calm and indifferent. At this moment, he was just waiting to take over the cause of the Holy Light.
There was no doubt that accepting the examination, cooperating with the research, and helping everyone to understand the mystery of how mortals bypassed the gods to obtain the power of the Holy Light was also part of the cause of the Holy Light.
"Looks like you've had a good rest these days." Looking at the refreshed Leit, Gwen nodded and said, "How do you feel now? Are there any other changes in your body? "
"No, everything is fine. The Holy Light is still the same as before." Leit showed a gentle smile. Although there was a shocking scar on his face, his smile was still reassuring and trustworthy. But then he frowned. "But I don't know if it's an illusion, but recently I've always felt that something in the church … is not quite the same as before."
"The church is not quite the same as before?" Gwen asked curiously. "What's different?"
"I always feel that someone has entered the church," Leit said frankly. "But I can't see anyone."
As soon as he said this, Gwen and Pitman subconsciously glanced at Amber, who was standing next to them in a daze.
The half-elf suddenly woke up from her daze and then shouted, "Hey, why are you looking at me?! Do I look like the kind of person who would casually sneak into … into the Church of the Holy Light? I'm the Shadow God's choice! I have my principles … "
Before Amber could finish her rant, Gwen shook his head and said, "I also don't think it has anything to do with you. The most valuable thing in this church is a few pieces of crystal glass. How could it attract your attention?"
Amber nodded in agreement, her face full of pride instead of shame. Pitman, who was beside her, looked at Leit up and down with great interest. "Maybe it's some perceptual dislocation after breaking through the mental limit … Interesting, interesting …"
Then, without waiting for Wright to speak, the little old man took the initiative to ask, "I heard that you've completely abandoned your faith in the God of Holy Light?"
At this point, Wright was already able to face and discuss this topic naturally. He nodded calmly. "I have chosen the path that I believe to be the right one. An empty idol cannot uphold the justice of the Holy Light. Compared to the God of Holy Light, I now believe in the morality that I believe in more."
Pitman nodded. "Let me see your Holy Light."
Wright did not hesitate. He opened his hands and a layer of hazy, clear light appeared beside him.
Gawain looked at the light floating in the air and felt that something was flashing through the light. However, when he took a closer look, he realized that it was just dust particles floating in the air.
Pitman did not seem to notice this. He just carefully observed Wright's way of summoning the Holy Light and asked in more detail, "You don't need to pray when summoning the Holy Light? Is there a casting process that can replace it? "
"Just summoning the Holy Light like this doesn't require casting. It's similar to innate casting, but to use the more powerful power of the Holy Light, it still requires the help of a casting ritual. It's just that the step of praying to the God is omitted when casting divine spells, and guiding the Holy Light requires one's own spiritual power. I couldn't get used to it at first, but now I'm used to it. "
"This shows that you have a very good magical talent. Druil believes that the so-called 'spiritual talent' of the clergy is actually a kind of magical talent." Pitman stroked his beard. "Also, although you can now summon a very strong and pure Holy Light, the number of Holy Light skills you can cast should be very few, right?"
"Yes." Wright was not curious why Pitman knew this detail. He just answered all the old man's questions very cooperatively. "In the casting process of most divine spells, praying to the God is the most important part. After it is omitted, the remaining prayer or spell model can hardly support a divine spell. So now I can only cast a very limited number of divine spells. Although they seem to have become stronger, there are indeed fewer types."
"This is because you're not a mage. You don't know how to use a mage's method to deduce spell models, so you can't make good use of the Holy Light even though you have a powerful Holy Light. But this is not a problem. We have done a lot of research in the field of conversion between divine spells and magic. Kamel is an expert in this field. He should be able to help you perfect those casting skills. As for now, let us study how you can control the Holy Light by yourself."
Gwen could not help but ask, "Is there any similarity between Wright's process of controlling the Holy Light and Druil's?"
"To be honest, it's not quite the same." Pitman frowned. "You should know that Druil's faith ended because of the 'Fall of White Star.' That can be said to be the ironclad evidence of the fall of the God of Nature. All the Druil witnessed the fall of the God of Nature. Whether they liked it or not, the Druil lost their faith at that time, or lost the goal of their faith. And after that, the divine spells of nature became ineffective. The Druil mastered nature magic without any pressure or restriction from the God. But Wright is different."
At this point, Pitman glanced at Wright. "Even if you don't want to believe in the God of Holy Light anymore, you didn't see it die in front of you, right?"
Gwen could not help but sigh at this little old man's sharp and unique art of language. If it was not Wright in front of him, any random believer of the Holy Light would have been bloodied within five steps. He really did not know how this old man could live for so long despite being so mischievous. Was his original intention to learn Druil's magic to prevent himself from being beaten to death on the spot after talking nonsense?
And even though Wright had already broken free from the shackles of his faith in the God of Holy Light, he still felt awkward after hearing Pitman's simple and straightforward words. After that, he shook his head, not knowing whether to laugh or cry. "Of course I didn't see it … I only had my own emotions in my mind at that time."
"That's the difference. When the Druil gained the ability to cast freely, the God of Nature was already dead, and the divine spells of nature had already become ineffective. And these are all confirmed facts. But now, is the God of Holy Light dead? Is the divine spells of the Holy Light ineffective? Obviously not. "
Gwen really wanted to say that the God of Holy Light was really dead. Not to mention the God of Holy Light, the God of War was also dead, the Three Gods of Fertility were also dead, and even the God of Death was also dead. He really did not know how the last one worked …
But unfortunately, he could only grumble in his heart. It did not matter if people believed these facts or not. Furthermore, he did not dare to be completely sure that the God of Holy Light's divine seat was empty. After all, the prayers of the believers of the Holy Light were answered.
And from Pitman's words, he understood the meaning of the little old man's words.
The Druil and the others gained the ability to cast freely because the God of Nature was really gone. Without the restraints of the God, the Druil and the others could cast freely.
And Wright … He forcefully gained the power of the Holy Light when the God of Holy Light was still alive.
"There are also many people among the Druil who specialize in the history of the fall of White Star. We have always believed that the prerequisite for mortals to be able to convert the power of divine spells into magic and use it freely is that the corresponding God has fallen and its restraints have disappeared." Pitman looked at Wright, his expression gradually becoming serious. "But after seeing you, I have a thought — perhaps the true breakthrough does not lie in the God, but in the mortals themselves."
"Could there be another possibility?" Gwen decided to beat around the bush at this time to remind Pitman to prevent his inference from going astray. "If the God of Holy Light has fallen long ago like the God of Nature, but no one knows this, so every believer of the Holy Light is restraining themselves …"
"… Ah, that's a bold idea." Pitman looked at Gwen with some surprise, but after a moment, he seriously considered the possibility of this bold idea. "… Anyway, we don't have anyone who believes in the God of Holy Light here, so we can boldly assume this conjecture. But there's still a question — when Wright broke through the restraints of his faith, he still believed in the existence of the God of Holy Light, right?"
"Yes," Wright replied with a serious expression. "Even now, I feel that the God of Holy Light exists, even if I don't believe in it anymore."
"In any case, our inference is heading in the same direction — the so-called restraints of divine spells seem to only exist in our own hearts?" Pitman raised his eyelids with a puzzled expression. "Does it mean that as long as a believer believes that he can't be restrained by God, he really won't be restrained and can use the corresponding power of the divine spells?"
"That's impossible." Amber shook her head in disbelief. "If it's really that simple, there should be a few priests in the world who are free to do whatever they want. Someone would have already succeeded in transforming divine spells into magic. I still remember that there was a priest of the Holy Light who tried to control the Holy Light with a magic circle, but he failed in the end … "
"Maybe the degree of 'self-affirmation' is not enough? Or maybe the soul hasn't completely broken away from the influence of faith? " Pitman voiced his conjecture and finally looked at Wright. "Do you still remember how you felt and thought when you broke through the restraints of your faith and obtained the Holy Light? Well … I know this memory may not be very good for you, but it's really important for our research. "
"It's okay, I understand." Wright showed a gentle smile, then frowned slightly as he recalled the moment that changed everything. After a long time, he broke the silence. "I remember that I only had one very strong thought at that time … If God can't be trusted, I'll believe in myself."
"If God can't be trusted, you'll believe in yourself?" Gwen repeated this sentence. "Just because of this thought?"
"Just this thought, and it was the only thought I had at that time," Wright said. "My mind was blank, and only this thought exploded. Then, driven by this thought, I completely abandoned all dependence and hope for God. At a certain moment … a very short moment, I felt as if I had broken something. It was like a lock, and then when I reacted, I had regained the Holy Light."
Pitman stroked his beard again. "You broke a lock …"
(Recommended book, Pentahedron, Time Travel and Rebirth (?). It's still a seedling. I mainly want to see if this book will kill it …)
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