Saint Jonah's proud killing blow did not completely add a layer of light and shadow effects to the two suspicious fellows. In fact, the black robes that looked like villains were faded by the light and turned into pure and flawless white robes, making the two of them look like saints bathing in the light and giving off a religious vibe.
Around the two of them, spots of light could even be seen fluttering like butterflies made of light. They scattered in all directions, and one of them even flew to Saint Jonah's side. He stuck out two fingers and stuck it to his eyes to study it quietly.
"This … This is …" Jonah, who was staring at the spot of light, exclaimed, "What the hell is this?!"
It turned out that the spot of light was actually something similar to a photo of Earth. It depicted a girl's white skin between her short skirt and her black knee socks. This was the most alluring absolute territory. The beautiful scenery of youth was recorded, and it made one's mouth twitch uncontrollably.
"Huh? What's going on? Why are my treasures flying away?! " The Voidwalkers who had dispelled Jonah's theurgical spell screamed in horror and hurriedly tried to catch the dancing spots of light.
"What the hell are you?!" Saint Jonah looked at his opponent, who was now playing around like a child trying to catch butterflies. His face darkened. This was a complete disregard for him and the Church! He angrily crushed the photo in his hand into a ball and gave the paladins around him a look, gesturing for them to take action.
The Voidwalker who had witnessed the destruction of the photo immediately let out a heart-wrenching scream, "You bastard! How dare you destroy my treasures! Looks like I have to teach you a lesson! "
The two saints, who had been separated for thousands of years, said at the same time, "God says, bless the brave!" The other Voidwalkers and the paladins began to emit a series of golden lights at the same time. The lights turned into tiny golden electric arcs that circled around the paladins and the Voidwalkers. They looked like Pikachu when they were struck by lightning. It was a very visual impact.
This move was called Divine Word: Divine Blessing, which belonged to the highest level of Divine Word. It could multiply the various abilities of the target. Although the effect was not too obvious for ordinary people, for the powerful Saint Samurai, this was the blessing that could increase their combat power the most.
Be it the Cleric Walker, who was still hiding in his cloak, or Saint Jonah, on the other side, they had cast such a powerful blessing on their companions. It was obvious that they wanted their companions to be the main force in the battle.
"You bastard, are you trying to slack off?" The other Voidwalker, the Paladin, who was still hiding in his cloak, grumbled. However, he still took out his weapon from his storage pouch. It was a simple-looking hammer that looked like the most common hammer in a blacksmith's shop. Looking at it, one could hear the sound of hammering at four in the morning in Los Angeles. However, there was an intricate inscription carved on the handle of the hammer, indicating that it was no ordinary hammer. Instead, it had an epic story of passion and courage. Upon closer inspection, the inscription read:
"Protect public property. Theft and destruction are strictly prohibited. By the School of Blacksmithing."
Alright, he really did steal it from the School of Blacksmithing.
The paladins, who were ready to dive down to attack, saw him take out the weapon, and they were stunned. Their eyes, which were covered by their visors, were filled with disdain. What era is this? Who uses a hammer as a weapon? Do you think you're the legendary Grand Holy Knight?
From the perspective of science and physics, a blunt weapon like a hammer wasn't a very good weapon. It was too difficult to control. Compared to a spear, a heavy sword, or even a meteor hammer or a flail, not many people could handle a hammer. Especially when facing a Saint Samurai with thick armor, agile movements, and the blessing of the Word of God, a hammer wasn't a very good weapon. After so many years, very few people would choose a hammer as a weapon.
However, Paladin Hantai did not care. He waved his hammer a few times and gestured to the paladins. He was surrounded by more than 20 paladins, but he still acted like this. In the eyes of the paladins, it was tantamount to a provocation.
So, a grumpy paladin immediately ignored the formation and rushed at him alone. As the holy power in his body poured into the heavy sword in his hand, the golden lightning around his body also gathered on the two-handed heavy sword. It looked like he was holding a giant sword made of lightning and slashed at the paladin's head.
The Holy Knight's reaction was not fancy at all. He simply raised his hammer and casually blocked the golden greatsword away from his body. Then, he took the opportunity to knock on his opponent's helmet …
After a muffled thud, the reckless paladin fell from the sky …
The rest of the Saint Samurai were stunned. They didn't even see clearly what happened when they saw their colleague being knocked down. In their anger, they couldn't care less about their chivalry anymore. They swarmed up and began to besiege the enemy.
Then, the Holy Knight, who was still wearing his robe, nimbly dodged left and right in the enemy's encirclement. The hammer in his hand was like hammering a mole, hitting the heads of the Holy Samurai and knocking them down one by one. His movements were neither flashy nor elegant. He looked like a blacksmith hammering iron, but it was such a simple knock that the well-trained Holy Samurai could not fight back at all.
Soon, the paladins besieging him were knocked down one by one, leaving only the last squad leader with a small golden wing decoration on his helmet. He looked at this terrifying opponent with a tremble and stammered, "You … Who are you?! As far as … as far as I know, only one person can use a warhammer to such a superb level … "
"Don't talk so much nonsense when you're fighting an enemy!" The Holy Knight replied angrily and smashed the squad leader's head with his hammer. The squad leader was, after all, a squad leader. His skills were a little better than the others, so he saw through the Holy Knight's trick. He quickly held his heavy sword with both hands and tried to block it.
In the end, the hammer that was infused with Holy Power and turned golden instantly broke the heavy sword in his hand and hit him on the head …
"Sigh, this batch of paladins is no good. They can't even beat me, so how are they supposed to fight that stupid manager? They don't even know how they died … "The Holy Knight nagged. He then turned to the Cleric who was still chasing butterflies and shouted," Are you done? It's time to retreat. "
"Alright, alright!" The Cleric replied, grabbing the last photo back into his hand. He looked at it carefully to make sure it was intact and put it away carefully. Then, he flew away with the Holy Knight. Vaguely, one could hear them discussing something.
"Why do you think my collection disappeared without a trace?"
"You still have the nerve to say that? It's because you brought it with you that it flew away! Look at me. If I just locked it in the cabinet, this wouldn't have happened … "
"Wow? What if you lock it in the cabinet? What if you want to lick it? "
"If you keep it with you, the stupid manager will find out sooner or later. He'll burn it. He even burned his teacher's collection. What a lunatic …"
Saint Jonah, who was completely ignored by the two, was still stunned. He waited until the voices of the two could no longer be heard before his body stopped trembling. An absurd thought came to his mind. They had just experienced the most advanced divine spell duel. They had just defeated their own paladin in a one versus thirty battle, but the two of them were actually focusing on these strange things after the duel?
"Who the hell are these two?" the saint asked in a sorrowful voice. "What am I to them?!"
He couldn't help but remember what the guy with the strange picture said. "I hope the dean doesn't want to look into this. That's why he left the two of us to deal with you. He wants to let you go …"
With that in mind, he quickly descended to check on the condition of the paladins. To his surprise, he found that none of the paladins had died. At most, they only suffered some superficial wounds and a slight concussion.
"Lord Jonah, what have we been through? What is the meaning of this damned mission? What kind of enemy are we fighting against? Are those two really heretics? "The captain quickly asked a series of questions after he came to his senses.
Saint Jonah was silent for a moment before he asked, "Do you know who the person you fought against is?"
"No …" The captain shook his head. "But to be able to use a weapon like a war hammer to such a level, I can only think of the Holy Grand Paladin, Hantae. He's been my idol since I was young …"
"I'm going to see the Pope. He might be able to answer these questions," Jonah said dejectedly. Ignoring the High Priest, he turned and walked away.
When the battle ended, Noirciel, who had flown far away, suddenly stopped. She looked back and said, "Oh, I almost forgot. They said a demon would appear, and they needed my help to kill it …"
"Ahem. The demon they were talking about was actually me," Baiyi replied frankly.
"How? You're Nehemiah's Apostle, Mia's father, and Lulu's idol. How could you be a demon? "Noirciel asked in confusion.
"Maybe they're mistaken? Misunderstandings happen all the time between humans, "the Charlatan chimed in.
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