Chapter 495 The End of the Monster

The indescribable mass of matter that gave people a huge and strange feeling was squirming like this. Even Amber, who jumped from the real world into the shadow world every few seconds, and Wright, who was familiar with all kinds of Holy Light classics, had never heard of such appalling things. Things - it was a mixture of twisted flesh and blood, with no outlines of bones, muscles, and skins, and there were magnificent fragments with a crystal texture mixed in it, and this mixture was soaked in a shimmering In the "water puddle", but if you look closely, you will find that the sparkling "water puddle" is actually a piece of light: its edge shows a diffused state and is connected with the shimmering particles in the air. , Wright, who is a decent cleric, can be sure that that thing is the holy light of extremely high purity.

The utterly contradictory elements of the sacred and the profane, the beautiful and the terrifying come together in this rapidly regenerating concoction that makes Amber's scalp tingle.

A white knight exclaimed: "He is regenerating!"

No one can figure out how this mixture works, and no one knows how Fran? Berenger got into this pose - of course, after the heroic white knights dignified and slapped a pile of heavy weights into the room The temporary bishop may not have been in this form before the grenade - but one thing everyone knows is that this group of regenerating things is definitely not a good person!

Wright immediately raised the warhammer and ordered loudly: "Prepare the hand cannon—"

That mass of twisted flesh soaked in holy light survived a ferocious bombardment, but it is not difficult to judge from its embarrassed state that this thing is by no means immortal, it can be damaged and weakened ——And the supernatural beings in this world are no strangers to monsters that can be regenerated. For them, it is not terrible for the enemy to have strong vitality or regeneration. 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 will be a matter of playing a few more rounds at most.

However, the moment the white knights raised their hand cannons to aim, a sudden change occurred.

The mixed substance formed by the condensed flesh and crystal suddenly accelerated its creeping speed, and there were bursts of indescribable roars from the water-like light flowing around. The roars seemed to be superimposed by the roars of a thousand beasts. , it pierced into the minds of everyone at the scene, and the nearest Amber was no exception - she opened her eyes to look at the mixture in the holy light, and felt that the thing mixed with flesh and crystal was so holy.

The splendid holy music sounded, and the entire prayer room was shrouded in light. The boundless holy light hung down from the distant sky like a curtain, shrouded in layers from all directions, turning this place into a magnificent, magnificent, and extremely beautiful place. The sanctuary, Amber saw countless spirits emerging from the air, bowing to the hazy shadow in the center of the sanctuary, and 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 curtains around, the invisible wind was blowing in the secret room, raising the thin curtains like cicada wings, behind the curtains, the dense eyes flickered and swayed, casting neither kind nor malicious gazes. , countless mouths opened and closed in the dark, uttering mindless and meaningless whispers.

Amber stepped forward subconsciously, wanting to embrace the holy light. She seemed to maintain some kind of weird sobriety in her heart. She knew that she was about to cross an invisible boundary. Once she entered that field, she would To become a devout follower of the God of Light, but she herself could not raise the slightest sense of resistance, she took the first step, and then the second step...

But just when she was about to reach that limit, a familiar voice, although she was not often heard, suddenly broke into her mind: "...Why do you believe in that thing? Why don't you learn how to cook with me? …”

All the visions vanished, the light, the veil, the murmurs, the eyes behind the veil and the invisible mouth... everything shattered like a dream, and Amber found herself still standing in a messed up prayer room, not even a footstep. Moved even a little bit, and the wriggling flesh and blood was still soaked in a piece of holy light like water, and the regeneration was far from complete.

"Thank you goddess for saving the field..." Amber quickly (and without any piety) thanked the shadow goddess she believed in, and then saw the situation of other people for the first time: Wright's body stood as if frozen. In the same place, glaring at the mass of flesh and blood that was close at hand, the other white knights in the room were all tensing their muscles, and everyone's face showed a look of struggle and confrontation.

The white knights are not just elite soldiers selected from the army, they also have perseverance, and they have accepted the baptism of the new doctrine of the Holy Light - when faced with the penetration of the faith of the God of Light, Even if they can't wake up directly like Amber, they can resist for a long time.

Amber immediately quickly thought about what she could do now, but before she could act, a roar suddenly came from the side.

Wright actually broke free from the weird mental influence with his extraordinary will. He raised the mechanical power warhammer high, and the warhammer was filled with surging light. With a roar, the warhammer slammed down—

The twisted flesh that had just gathered in half was directly torn apart by this hammer, and quickly vaporized in the fiery holy light.

Amber heard a hallucinatory scream resounding in her mind - the scream was mixed with great pain and hatred, and she even felt a real emotion stirring in this prayer room. Everyone felt this emotion: in addition to hatred, there was more regret and puzzlement, and it seemed that until it completely dissipated, the owner of this emotion did not understand why the trap he carefully arranged would be useless. , I don't understand why this group of interlopers will play cards unreasonably...

The screaming sound disappeared after half a second, and the holy light wandering in the prayer room also suddenly weakened, all the turbulent energy gradually calmed down, and Fran Berand's breath completely dissipated in the air.

The White Knights clenched their warhammers and raised their hand cannons for two minutes before confirming that the enemy had really been completely eliminated.

"...Is it really gone?" Amber patted her chest and stared nervously at the big hole in the center of the room. She was still a little scared when she remembered the experience just now. She was afraid that some distorted flesh and crystals would appear out of nowhere. .

"...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 when Fran Berand was in a dying state. ."

The white knights who were vigilant around also confirmed the safety of the environment through the tactical goggles. After confirming that there would not be any strange things suddenly jumping out to fool himself into religion, Amber was greatly relieved, and then it was a little incredible: "That one just now. Is it really Fran? Berand? How can he be so powerful?"

"It's not normal..." Wright frowned, obviously he was also very puzzled, "Just now this place was filled with very pure holy light, and the whole room was close to semi-sanctuary, but this is not a middle-level at all - even The power mastered by high-level priests. And even if the sacred power reserved by the cathedral is mobilized, the distorted and mutated appearance of Fran Berron is inexplicable..."

"I vaguely seemed to see many visions 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 like an idea that came up on my own..."

"...You were pulled so deep at that time?!" Wright was shocked, but then reacted, "That's right, you were standing too close at the time... It's incredible that you were able to resist with your own will. Live that power."

"Thanks to the Goddess of Shadow's blessing," Amber drew a circle on his chest, "I was chosen by the God of Darkness..."

"Oh," Wright agreed casually, and then listened slightly - the noise from the surface was almost calm, "It looks like it's almost over, ready to evacuate."

Amber jumped up immediately: "Hey, why do you have the same reaction as Gawain! I told you that I'm really chosen by the dark night! The goddess even talked to me, you know, she taught me..."

"crunch-"

Amber, who was jumping on her feet, suddenly felt as if she had stepped on something. She lowered her head and raised her feet to take a look, and the movement of jumping in place suddenly stiffened.

It was a shimmering crystal-like substance... it was the crystal substance that was mixed in the flesh and blood of Fran Berenger before!

"Damn!!" The shameful half-elf exclaimed, "There's still this stuff!!"

Wright was also taken aback, and he hurriedly came to Amber with the warhammer: "Don't be nervous - let me see."

Amber almost jumped to hide three meters away, watching Wright squatting on the ground and carefully examining the crystal shard, and asked cautiously: "What's the situation... this thing won't suddenly grow a flange again. ?Brand, come?"

"...It doesn't seem to be active anymore," Wright finally carefully picked up the crystal shard after checking and sensing the Holy Light, "This should be the last wreck left after the death of Fran Berand... 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 is going to be shown to scholars, such as Master Carmel or Master Pittman," Wright said frankly, "but at least at this stage, the little bit of Holy Light power left in it is completely calm, short-term. There should be no change in time.”

"You can say Master Carmel, but that guy from Pittman is fine," Amber pouted, then glanced at the crystal shard in Wright's hand with fear, "Then take this thing, maybe Gawain... The Duke is interested in this stuff."

Wright shrugged indifferently, put the crystal shards into a portable container carefully, and then began to instruct the other white knights: "Check the surroundings again to see if there are other similar debris, and collect them. Are there any remaining pieces of clothing, take them out, and tell people that Fran Berenger has been purified by the White Knight."

"Yes! Patriarch!"

The white knights acted immediately, and Wright frowned and glanced at the devastated prayer room. Between the broken altar and the sacred runes, the clear and warm holy light was still flowing slowly, as if it was not affected by the previous one. Blasphemy monsters stained the slightest.

"The Holy Light will not be covered with dust... Can only the people's hearts be covered with dust..."