"Holy Light, did you see that enemy..."
I got down on one knee and prayed devoutly, but not to any god.
The pure light, the light of redemption, the light of expelling chaos and returning to order, I believe in the light as I recognize the law.
There is no justice in power itself, but what power can bring is its value.
The Lord of Holy Light, Carolan, has brought Holy Light to this world. I despise this divine power server without self. I am hostile to the Holy Church, which is blessed by Holy Light, but I have never despised Holy Light itself.
Because, I know the background and actual meaning of the birth of the Holy Light...
"In the long dark night, pure light is the only hope for the weak. Even if the messenger who brought the holy light has deteriorated, the holy light still gives the world the power to protect."
The golden brilliance is produced in the tightly clasped hands, the light of hope sublimates into the light of guardianship, but everything has just begun.
I have read the history, Carolan brought the Holy Light to the world, and in the long history, the Holy Church was born, and from it came the Holy Knight and the Holy Light Priest, in order to expel the endless undead and demons, in order to Sheltering vulnerable mortals, I respect and even worship such Carolan.
But he fell, and after success, giving up self, what is the difference between death...
What is even more deadly is that when the Holy Light loses its ego and when the Church of the Holy Spirit loses its fair guide, pure authority eventually turns into excessive arrogance. After the outbreak of original sin, the Church of the Holy Light and the teachings of the Holy Light have deviated. The original way of protection.
The holy priest no longer walks ascetic in the villages and fields, just to cure the pain of labor for the farmers and the pain of the soldiers who guard the town, but live in the magnificent cathedral and enjoy the dedication of the farmers. But only to baptize and serve nobles and kings, expel those innocuous little ailments.
And what is even worse is that the authority of the Church of the Holy Church rests on those bishops who do not know when to start, and the powerless people who stay at home instead of accumulating merits and spend time in the headquarters of the church are more able to shed blood than to shed blood on the front line. Sweat goes higher.
The descendants of the heroes of the past, relying on their blood, stand above the paladins and priests of the Holy Light who are fighting on the front line. The devout faith and the practice of holy light magic have been replaced by cumbersome religious ceremonies, and the hard work is incomparable. A slander, ten years of ascetic practice is not flattery at the reception, the Holy Light, as the essence of the guardian light, has been forgotten by the descendants of heroes.
When the glorified people on the stage of the church are just clerics in Chinese robes, when the pope has changed from a soldier to a politician who is good at speculation, when the real soldier retreats to the back because of his blood stained body. , Is there something that has deteriorated
"Since there is no past, there is no present and no future, then, first of all, let's trace the past and trace the essence of the Holy Light... Carolan's Spear!"
In his hand, he was holding the holy relic requested from Asteria, the worn-out iron spear used when Carolan, the god of light, was still a human being.
The sharp point of the spear in the past has been polished to dullness by time, and the unadorned spear is a pure mass-produced weapon, but this spear, which accompanies every moment of Carolan's difficult journey in pursuit of the Holy Light, is his The weapon of protection that breaks through difficulties and obstacles is the most sacred relic lost in the historical records of the Holy Church.
I held the iron spear, but I didn't intend to use it as a weapon. I swiped my finger at the base of the spear, and the front part was turned to ashes in the burning holy flame, and the end of the spear fell.
"The sharp point of the spear has been rotten by time, but the handle of the spear can still symbolize the origin of the Holy Light..."
The most holy spear has returned to history, leaving only the inconspicuous tail of the iron rod.
The material of the epic weapon is very important, but more importantly, it is the "idea" that integrates the material and the "concept". It is the building theory of the epic weapon and the source of its power.
In the underworld, the light of redemption represents the concept of "time", and the core concept of my holy light is naturally the process of holy light in the long history of history, that is, the past, present, and future of holy light...
What better representation of the Light's past than the remnants of the worn-out Origin Light's Artifact!
"The past of the Holy Light was the light of guardianship, and it has always been... But even in the long dark night, our guardian knights have never forgotten the guidance of finding the light."
The clenched hands were opened, the radiance of devotion was ignited in the palm of the hand, and the grayness of the abyss was dispelled by the beam of light that reached the end of the sky.
I like history, because only by being familiar with history can we understand now, even though the top of the church church has been corrupted, the knights of the Holy Light are still fulfilling the original guardianship.
Years ago, the first batch of ancient Paladins fought to protect their homes and their clansmen. After that, every time the world encountered catastrophe and disaster, the Knights of the Holy Light were never absent.
In front of me, the old warhammer representing protection and redemption slowly floated in the air.
When the holy flame representing destruction and rebirth was burning on the warhammer, the divine weapon warhammer ushered in its own end and rebirth. My mood was contradictory, painful, but also joyful and joyful.
"Even if time goes by, the inheritance of the way of guardianship of the holy light has never been lost, that is, the transformation of form, the self-destruction of sacred objects, and the will of the way of guardianship will still be passed down..."
The raging holy flame dissipated, and what remained in the air was only the silver hammer head of the warhammer.
I let go of the handle of the spear and it flew into the sky on its own, colliding with the hammerhead.
"clang!"
The sound of the metal colliding, to my ears, was as sweet and sacred as a holy bell, but the surrounding demons and demons were in pain as if they were struck by lightning.
In the next instant, the holy radiance ignited the whole world. Except for the holder of the holy light, everyone lost their sight after losing their hearing.
Sharol's eyes that had just recovered had exploded directly, a lot of blood burst out from his ears, and his body was full of burnt smell, and those unlucky demons who were involved were directly vaporized when they were close, and those who were far away. , probably to save a life.
And not only the enemy suffered a strong blow...
The purgatory centaur Cassio lay on the ground and cried in pain. The magic lines and organs of purgatory turned into burnt black ashes in the brilliance. The fallen angel was crying with black wings, flowing on his beautiful face. , are all black blood and tears, but the arrogant incarnation of the fallen angel is full of panic and despair, just like a helpless child in a desperate situation.
Glancing at it, I could only shake my head helplessly. Now, I don't have the extra energy to help people, and it's not the time to think too much.
I reached out my hand to meet the slowly falling ball of light.
"This... what is this... "
Sharol fell to the ground in pain, and he still had the energy to ask his doubts, but I had no intention of answering.
Even though the pierced ears and melted eardrums certainly couldn't hear anything, manipulating the fusion of two epic materials was beyond my limits, and speaking had become a luxury.
When I touched the ball of light, in just a moment, all the brilliance dissipated, and what I held in my hand was a broken sword with only a hilt.
The hilt is the hilt of the previous spear, and the upper body of the sword is the part of the hammer.
There is no decoration, and there is no need for decoration. The cylindrical hilt is simple and primitive, but it attracts the attention of countless supreme beings.
I raised the hilt of the sword, and the endless light rose behind me, as if a rising sun was slowly rising behind me.
"Sure enough, it's only this step..."
Even if the concept and "concept" of creating an epic weapon have been achieved, but lack of two functional core materials and the lack of an artifact of light representing the "future", such a semi-finished product can only be created.
"…but enough!"
The hilt of the sword fell slowly, and the front end of the broken sword was empty, but the famous Sharol was howling and crying in despair. He knew that when the broken sword fell, his doom would come.
The moment the blade was swung, everyone's eyesight was taken away by the brilliance again, and when the brilliance dissipated, only the black ashes that represented Sharol's existence remained in place.
A gust of wind blew, the ashes dissipated, and the once bloody general had become history.
And at this time, I have the spare energy to answer Sharol's inquiry and say the name of the Holy Light in my mind.
"This is 'Dawn,' the Dawn of the Holy Sword."