The indescribable, eerie substance was wriggling. Even Amber, who jumped into the Shadow Realm from the real world every now and then, and Wright, who was well-versed in all kinds of holy light scriptures, had never heard of such a horrifying thing. It was a mixture of twisted flesh and blood. Bones, muscles, and skin were completely indistinguishable. There were magnificent fragments with a crystalline texture mixed in it. The mixture was soaked in a sparkling "puddle". But if one looked closely, one would find that the "puddle" was really a piece of light. Its edges were diffused and connected with the shimmering particles in the air. As a decent clergyman, Wright was sure that it was the purest holy light.
Sacredness and blasphemy, beauty and horror, the completely contradictory elements gathered in the mixture that was rapidly regenerating. Amber felt her scalp tingle.
A White Knight exclaimed, "He's regenerating!"
No one could figure out how the mixture worked, and no one knew how Fran Belaam came to be in this form. Of course, before the brave white knights threw a bunch of grenades into the room, the temporary bishop might not have been in this form. But everyone knew one thing, and that was that this thing that was regenerating was definitely not a benevolent being!
Wright immediately raised his warhammer and shouted, "Ready the hand cannons!"
The twisted flesh and blood soaked in the holy light survived the fierce bombardment. But it was not difficult to judge from its sorry state that it was not immortal. It could be damaged or weakened. The Extraordinaries in this world were no strangers to monsters that could regenerate. For them, it was not a big deal whether the enemy had a strong vitality or could regenerate. As long as they could hurt the enemy, it was not a big problem.
In short, as long as the enemy's HP bar could be shown, it was just a matter of fighting a few more rounds.
But the moment the White Knight raised the hand cannons and aimed, something strange happened.
The mixture of flesh and crystal suddenly wriggled faster. An indescribable roar came from the flowing water-like light. The roar was like the roar of a thousand beasts stacked together. It pierced into the mind of everyone in the room, including Amber who was the closest. She stared at the mixture in the holy light with wide eyes. She felt that the mixture of flesh and crystal was so holy.
Brilliant sacred music rang out. The entire prayer room was shrouded in light. The boundless holy light hung down from the distant sky like a curtain, shrouding the room in layers and layers, turning the place into a magnificent, magnificent, and beautiful sanctuary. Amber saw countless spirits emerging from the air and worshipping the hazy shadow in the center of the sanctuary. A low murmur sounded in her ears.
"Worship Him … Believe in Him … Believe in Him … Obey Him … He will protect you, He will guide you …"
There were more and more curtains in the room. An invisible wind blew in the secret room, lifting up the thin curtains. Behind the curtains, eyes flickered, swayed, and looked at them with neither good nor evil intentions. Countless mouths opened and closed in the darkness, uttering meaningless whispers.
Amber stepped forward subconsciously, wanting to embrace the holy light. She seemed to maintain some kind of strange clarity in her heart. She knew that she was about to cross an invisible boundary. Once she entered that realm, she would become a devout believer of the God of Holy Light. But she could not resist it at all. She took the first step, and then the second …
But just as she was about to reach the boundary, a familiar voice suddenly broke into her mind. "… Why do you believe in that stuff? You might as well learn how to cook from me … "
All the illusions disappeared. The holy light, the curtains, the whispers, the eyes behind the curtains and the invisible mouths … Everything shattered like a dream. Amber found herself still standing in the messy prayer room. She did not even move an inch, and the squirming flesh was still soaked in the watery holy light. The regeneration was far from complete.
"Thank you, Goddess, for saving the day..." Amber quickly (and without any reverence) thanked the Goddess of Shadow in his heart. Then, he immediately looked at the situation of the others: Wright's body was frozen in place, his eyes wide open as he stared at the flesh and blood close to him. The other White Knights in the room all tensed up their muscles, their faces showing signs of struggle and resistance.
The White Knight were not as simple as elite soldiers selected from the army. They also had a strong will and had been baptized by the new doctrine of the Holy Light. In the face of the invasion of the God of Holy Light's faith, even if they could not wake up immediately like Amber, they could still resist for a long time.
Amber immediately thought about what she could do at the moment, but before she could take action, a roar suddenly came from the side.
Wright actually used his extraordinary willpower to break free from that strange mental influence. He raised his mechanical hammer high, which was filled with surging light. With a furious roar, he smashed the hammer down —
The twisted flesh that had just gathered was smashed into pieces by the hammer and quickly vaporized in the blazing Holy Light.
Amber heard an illusory scream in her mind. The scream was mixed with great pain and hatred. She even felt a substantial emotion surging in the prayer room. Everyone in the room felt this emotion: besides hatred, there was more regret and confusion. It seemed that until it completely dissipated, the owner of this emotion did not understand why his carefully arranged trap did not work. He did not understand why this group of intruders did not play by the rules …
Half a second later, the shrill sound disappeared, and the holy light in the prayer room suddenly weakened. All the surging energy gradually calmed down, and Fran Belang's aura completely dissipated in the air.
The White Knight clenched their hammers and raised their hand cannons for two minutes before they confirmed that the enemy was really completely eliminated.
"… Is it really gone?" Amber patted her chest and looked nervously at the big pit in the middle of the room. She was still a little scared when she thought of the experience just now. At this moment, she was afraid that some twisted flesh and crystal would appear out of nowhere.
"… The spirit has calmed down, and the noise in the Holy Light has disappeared." Wright carefully sensed the fluctuation of the Holy Light in the room and nodded slightly. "It seems that it was just a counterattack by Fran Belang when he was on the verge of death."
The White Knight who were on guard around also confirmed that the environment was safe through the tactical eyepiece. After making sure that there was no strange thing that would suddenly jump out to trick them into believing in the church, Amber was greatly relieved. Then, she felt a little incredulous. "Is that really Fran Belang? How can he be so powerful? "
"It's very unusual …" Wright frowned. Apparently, he was also very puzzled. "Just now, this place was filled with very pure Holy Light. The whole room was close to being a Saint-level. But this is not a power that an intermediate or even a high-ranking priest can control. And even if he used the holy power stored in the cathedral, Fran Belang's twisted and mutated appearance is inexplicable … "
"I vaguely saw a lot of illusions just now." Amber scratched her hair. "I saw a lot of light and pilgrims, and countless eyes hidden in the curtain. There was a voice that asked me to believe in the Holy Light. That voice was like a thought that came out of my own mind …"
"… You were actually pulled to such a deep place?!" Wright was shocked, but then he quickly reacted. "That's right, you were standing too close … It's incredible that you could resist that power with your own will."
"Fortunately, the Goddess of Shadows protected me." Amber drew a circle in front of her chest. "I was chosen by the God of the Night …"
"Oh." Wright casually replied, and then he listened carefully. The sound from the surface had almost calmed down. "It seems that it's almost over. Get ready to evacuate."
Amber immediately jumped up. "Hey, why do you have the same reaction as Gwen?! I'm telling you, I'm really the God of the Night! The Goddess even chatted with me before. She taught me … "
"Creak —"
Amber, who was jumping up and down, suddenly felt as if she had stepped on something. She lowered her head and looked at her feet. Her jumping movement suddenly stiffened.
It was a shimmering crystalline substance … It was the crystal substance that had been mixed in Fran Belaam's flesh!
"Oh my god!" The embarrassing half-elf exclaimed. "There's still this thing!"
Wright was also shocked. He quickly came to Amber with his war hammer. "Don't be nervous. Let me have a look."
Amber almost jumped three meters away. She watched Wright squatting on the ground and carefully examining the crystal fragment. She asked cautiously, "What's going on … Will this thing suddenly grow another Fran Belaam?"
"… It seems that it's not moving anymore." Wright finally carefully picked up the crystal fragment after a round of examination and sensing with the Holy Light. "This should be the last remains of Fran Belaam after his death … It's a strange substance."
Amber seemed to have a strange obsession with "growing a person". "Are you sure this thing won't grow a person?"
"I'm not sure. I'll have to show it to the scholars, such as Master Kamel or Master Pitman," Wright said frankly. "But at least for now, the remaining Holy Light in it is completely calm. It shouldn't change in a short time."
"You can talk about Master Kamel. Forget about Pitman." Amber pursed her lips. She then looked at the crystal fragment in Wright's hand with fear. "Then you take this thing. Maybe Gwen … Duke will be interested in this thing."
Wright shrugged indifferently and carefully put the crystal fragment into a portable container. He then began to command the other White Knight. "Check the surroundings again. See if there are any other similar remains. Collect them. Also, see if there are any remnants of clothes. Take them out and tell the people that Fran Belaam has been purified by the White Knight. "
"Yes! Grand Patriarch! "
The White Knight immediately took action. Wright frowned as he looked at the devastated prayer room. Between the broken altar and the sacred runes, the pure and warm Holy Light was still flowing slowly, as if it was not tainted by the blasphemous monster.
"The Holy Light will not be tainted … Only the human heart is tainted …"
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