That group of indescribable, huge and strange substances just squirmed like this, even Amber who jumped from the real world into the shadow world every now and then, and Wright who was familiar with various holy light classics had never heard of something similar to the appalling thing. The thing is a mixture of distorted flesh and blood. The outlines of bones, muscles, and skin are completely invisible, and there are magnificent fragments with crystal texture mixed in it. This mixture is soaked in a sparkling "water" However, if you look carefully, you will find that the sparkling "water puddle" is actually a piece of light: its edge shows a diffuse state, and it is connected with the shimmering particles in the air. Wright, who is an upright priest, can be sure that that thing is holy light of extremely high purity.
Sacred and profane, beautiful and terrifying, completely contradictory elements gathered on this pile of rapidly regenerating mixture, making Amber feel scalp tingling.
A white knight exclaimed: "He is regenerating!"
No one can figure out how this mixture works, and no one knows how Flambérand got into this posture. Of course, before the heroic white knights threw a bunch of heavy grenades into the room This temporary bishop may not be in this form, but everyone knows one thing, that is, this blob of regeneration is definitely not a good person!
Wright immediately raised his warhammer and ordered loudly: "Prepare the hand cannon!"
The twisted flesh and blood soaked in the holy light survived a round of fierce bombing, but it is not difficult to judge from its embarrassing state that this thing is by no means immortal, it can be hurt and weakened And the superhumans in this world are no strangers to monsters that can regenerate. For them, it is not terrible that the enemy has strong vitality or can regenerate. As long as they can be injured, it is not a big problem.
In short, as long as the blood bar can be displayed, it is at most a matter of playing a few more rounds.
However, at the moment when the white knights just raised their hand cannons to aim, a sudden change occurred.
The mixture of flesh and crystal condensed suddenly sped up its peristaltic speed, and indescribable roars came from the surrounding water-like light. The roars seemed to be the superposition of the roars of a thousand beasts. , It pierced into the minds of everyone at the scene, and the closest Amber was no exception. She opened her eyes and looked at the mixture in the holy light, and felt that the thing mixed with flesh and crystal was so holy. .
Brilliant sacred music sounded, and the entire prayer room was shrouded in light. The boundless holy light hung down from the distant sky like a curtain, covering layers from all directions, turning this place into a magnificent, magnificent, and extremely beautiful place. In the sanctuary, Amber saw countless spirits emerging from the air, worshiping the hazy shadow in the center of the sanctuary, and a deep whisper sounded in her ears:
"Worship Him... Believe in Him... Trust Him... Obey Him... He will protect you, He will guide you..."
There are more curtains around, and the invisible wind is blowing in the secret room, raising the curtain as thin as a cicada's wings. Behind the curtains, densely packed eyes are flickering and swaying, casting neither good nor malicious gazes. , countless mouths opened and closed in the darkness, whispering mindlessly and meaninglessly.
Amber subconsciously stepped forward, wanting to embrace the holy light. Her heart seemed to maintain a strange sobriety. She knew that she was about to cross an invisible boundary. Once she entered that field, she would Becoming a devout follower of the God of Holy Light, but she herself could not express the slightest sense of resistance to this. She took the first step, and then the second step...
But just when she was about to reach that boundary, a voice that she didn't hear often but was very familiar suddenly broke into her mind: "...Why do you believe in that thing? Why don't you learn how to cook with me... "
All the illusions disappeared, the holy light, the curtain, the whispers, the eyes behind the curtain and the invisible mouth... everything was shattered like a dream, and Amber found herself standing in a messy prayer room without even moving her footsteps However, the wriggling mass of flesh and blood was still soaked in a piece of water-like holy light, and the regeneration was far from complete.
"Thank you Goddess for saving the scene..." Amber quickly (and without pious heart) thanked the Shadow Goddess she believed in in her heart, and then saw the situation of other people for the first time: Wright's body stood in place as if frozen. On the ground, he stared angrily at the mass of flesh and blood that was close at hand, while the other white knights in the room all tensed their muscles, and each of them showed a struggling and resisting look on their faces.
The White Knights are not just elite soldiers selected from the army, they also have a firm mind, and have accepted the baptism of the new teachings of the Holy Light. You can't wake up directly like Amber, and you can resist it for a long time.
Amber immediately thought about what she could do right now, but before she could take any action, a roar suddenly came from the side.
Wright broke free from the strange spiritual influence directly with his extraordinary will. He raised the mechanical power hammer high, and the hammer was filled with surging light. With a roar, the hammer smashed down hard.
The twisted flesh and blood that had just been half-assembled were directly torn apart by the hammer, and quickly vaporized in the blazing holy light.
Amber heard a hallucinatory scream resounding in her mind. The scream was mixed with great pain and hatred. She even felt a wave of real emotions stirring in this prayer room. Everyone present Everyone felt this emotion: apart from hatred, there was more remorse and incomprehension. It seemed that until it completely dissipated, the owner of this emotion didn't even think about why the trap he carefully arranged would be useless. I want to understand why this group of intruders will not play their cards according to common sense...
The screeching sound disappeared after half a second, and the holy light wandering in the entire prayer room also suddenly weakened, and all the turbulent energy gradually calmed down, and the breath of Flambergen completely dissipated in the air.
The white knights held their warhammers tightly and raised their hand cannons to be on guard for two minutes before confirming that the enemy had really been completely wiped out.
"...is it really gone?" Amber patted her chest, staring nervously at the big hole in the center of the room, remembering the experience just now, she was still a little scared, and now she was afraid that some twisted flesh and crystals would come out of nowhere again.
"... the spirit has calmed down, and the noise in the holy light has disappeared," Wright carefully felt the fluctuation of the holy light in the space, nodded slightly and said, "It seems that it was just a counterattack in the dying state of Flambérand."
The white knights who were vigilant around also confirmed the safety of the environment through the tactical eyepiece. After confirming that there would be no weird things jumping out suddenly to fool her into believing in religion, Amber was greatly relieved, and then she was a little unbelievable: "The one just now Is it really Frank Berenger? How could he be so powerful?"
"It's very abnormal..." Wright frowned, obviously he was also very puzzled, "Just now, this place was filled with very pure holy light, and the whole room was almost semi-sacred, but this is not a mid-level or even high-level god at all. The power grasped by the senses. And even if the sacred power stored in the cathedral is mobilized, the twisted and mutated appearance of Flambérand is unexplainable... "
"I vaguely saw many hallucinations just now," Amber scratched her hair. "I saw many lights and pilgrims, and countless eyes hidden between the curtains. There was a voice that asked me to believe in the Holy Light. That voice It's as if I came up with an idea of my own..."
"...you were pulled to such a deep place?!" Wright was taken aback immediately, but then reacted, "That's right, you were standing too close at that time... It's incredible that you were able to resist the force with your own will force."
"Thanks to the blessing of the Shadow Goddess," Hu Po drew a circle on her chest, "I am the chosen one of the Night God..."
"Oh," Wright agreed casually, and then listened slightly to the sound coming from the surface, which was almost calm, "It seems that the top is almost over, ready to evacuate."
Amber immediately jumped up: "Hey, why do you have the same reaction as Gawain! Let me tell you that I am really the God of the Night! The goddess also chatted with me, you know, she taught me..."
"crunch"
Amber, who was jumping, suddenly felt as if she had stepped on something. She lowered her head and raised her foot to take a look, and her jumping movements suddenly froze.
It was a shimmering crystalline substance... It was the crystalline substance that had been mixed in the flesh and blood of Flambergen before!
"Oh my god!!" The shameful half-elf exclaimed, "There's still such a thing!!"
Wright was also taken aback, and he quickly came to Amber with his warhammer in his hand: "Don't be nervous, I'll take a look."
Amber almost jumped up and down and hid three meters away. Watching Wright squatting on the ground to carefully examine the crystal fragment, he asked cautiously: "What's the situation... This thing won't suddenly grow a flange again. Ron come on?"
"... It seems that it is no longer active," Wright finally picked up the crystal fragment carefully after some inspections and the Holy Light sensor, "This should be the last wreckage left after the death of Flambéran... a strange substance .”
Amber seems to have a strange obsession with "growing a person": "Are you sure this thing won't grow a person?"
"I'm not sure, this should be shown to scholars, such as Master Kamel or Master Pittman," Wright said frankly, "but at least at this stage, the little bit of Holy Light power remaining inside it is completely calm, short There should be no change over time.”
"You can just say Master Kamel, that guy Pittman is fine," Amber curled her lips, and then glanced at the crystal shard in Wright's hand fearfully, "Then take this thing, maybe Gawain... Duke Interested in this stuff."
Wright shrugged indifferently, carefully put the crystal shards into a portable container, and then began to direct the other white knights: "Check the surroundings again to see if there are other similar wreckages, and collect them all. Find another If there are any fragments of clothes left, take them out and tell people that Flamberan has been purified by the White Knight."
"Yes! Great Patriarch!"
The white knights acted immediately, and Wright frowned and looked at the devastated prayer room. Between the fragmented altar and the sacred runes, the clear and warm holy light was still flowing slowly, as if it had not been disturbed by the previous one. The monster of blasphemy stains the slightest.
"Holy light will not be dusted... the dust can only be the human heart..."