Chapter 1396

This time, Prome was rescued and took charge of the Holy Light Alliance again. Every day, he led the Holy Light Mages who called themselves priests in the Holy Light Alliance, who were strong men who pursued their beliefs and ideas firmly.

These days, all the priests have played the greatest advantage of the ascetics, treating the wounded without sleep and helping the mages infected with the plague to relieve their pain.

In the future records, there is no such thing as now. Nok should not be killed. The people of the Holy Light Alliance are just mad dogs, but not so stupid. Prome stayed in the deepest dark prison of the Holy Light Alliance.

After more than 8,000 years, the dark prison was opened again, and there was only a skeleton like a sun crystal left inside. Prome's life has come to an end and died inside. He could withstand the erosion of darkness, but still could not resist the erosion of time, and his life was completely gone.

At that time, with the crazy development of the Great Colonial Era of the Northrend World Plane, the priest team had long developed with this great rise, and they were no longer the oppressed monks in the Holy Light Alliance.

When these priests had enough power to rescue Prometheus, they saw a skeleton, which was later called the Holy Light Skeleton, the greatest symbol of countless priests in the main city.

Now seeing this legendary priest who was said to have a tragic cry but held on, he can be said to be the first person on the priest's road. Lin Yun couldn't help but respect him. This has nothing to do with the strength of his strength. It is purely admiration for Prometheus's character.

At least if it were me, Lin Yun didn't think he could do what Prometheus did. This kind of person is like a saint.

"Sir Prometheus, thank you for your selflessness, but I'm afraid the space here can't withstand the extraordinary power of a Heavenly Rank 8 strong man. Let's think of other ways."

Prometheus' eyes were firm and gentle.

"Merlin, I know you are a great holy alchemist, the youngest saint in the world of Northrend, and your understanding of alchemy is more comprehensive than anyone else's.

I think you will definitely have a way. Find a way to suppress my extraordinary power. As long as my extraordinary power is suppressed by one level, I can help you.

I believe you also know that a holy light mage will play the greatest auxiliary role in the war against the undead. Please don't refuse.

I know you must know this method!"

Lin Yun did not speak,

but the people around him began to sigh, and the Grand Duke of Bauhinia took the lead in persuading.

"Mr. Prometheus, this is not a joke. The terrible Skeleton King has a plague power that can kill the seventh-level light mage of the Heavenly Rank. Besides, the space here can't bear your power now. We all understand your intentions. Compared with killing that hateful Skeleton King, controlling the current plague development is more important..."

The Grand Duke of Bauhinia persuaded, but found that Prometheus still had no reaction. He had no intention of giving up and insisted on going to the war together.

Alas, what a good person! There are no such kind and persistent people among the current mages. No, it should be said that there are people with the moral character of Lord Prome. They have all died long ago. They will not live long. After so many years, I only know Lord Prome...

But that Skeleton King has terrible plague power. It is estimated that no one except Lord Merlin, the Holy Alchemist, can find a way to resist this plague power. Lord Prome's strength can definitely resist it, but the strength of the eighth level of the Heavenly Rank cannot fight here...

A group of people persuaded Prome. Prome's eyes were extremely firm, and no one could stop him. After persuading for a few minutes, everyone gave up.

Prome's will is famous. He has been in the dark prison of the Holy Light Alliance for thousands of years without any light, and he has not compromised. No matter what happens, he will not compromise on things he has determined. Everyone understands this.

But everyone admires and sighs, but they all know that there is no way to do it.

The highest bearing capacity of this passage space is only the seventh level of the Heavenly Rank. The most important thing is the extraordinary power, and the extraordinary power comes from the mage's understanding of the rules.

Every Heavenly Rank seventh-level strongman may have different strengths, but at the same level, the understanding of the rules is basically the same. For a complete rule, the percentage of their understanding will basically not be different.

This is the fundamental. The bearing capacity of the passage cannot bear the essence, not the amount.

Every Heavenly Rank strongman can control the amount, but cannot control the difference in essence. Just like Lin Yun can release a tenth-level spell here, but there is basically no damage to the space of the passage, but if a Heavenly Rank eighth-level mage releases a ninth-level spell here, the space will not be able to bear it and collapse.

It is because of the difference in the essence of their extraordinary power that this space is like a wall made of magic bricks and stones. Ordinary flames cover the entire wall and burn it, but it will not burn the wall. However, if it exceeds the limit and becomes a sharp sword saint weapon, it may only need to stab it casually to pierce the wall.

This is the most essential limit. If you don't exceed this qualitative limit, you can do whatever you want. But if you exceed this qualitative limit, you may cause great damage if you exert a little power at random.

This is why the stronger the level, the more destructive it is.

Obviously, the mage can control his power, but he can't control the essence. If Prometheus wants to participate in the war, he must control his extraordinary power to below the eighth level of the heavenly rank, which he can't control.

A group of people persuaded for a long time, but they didn't persuade Prometheus. Some people even persuaded Lin Yun to think of a way to see if he could use alchemy to control Prometheus's power to the seventh level of the heavenly rank.

Lin Yun didn't care if one person came to persuade him, but Lin Yun had a headache when they came one after another to persuade him.

And it can be seen that among these people who came to persuade, some just wanted to solve this problem as soon as possible, so that they could resolve the plague, but there were some. The main reason was that they felt that they couldn't persuade Prometheus, so they could only persuade Lin Yun.

After all, Prometheus is the current ruler of the Holy Light Alliance, and he is also a powerful man of the eighth level of the Heavenly Rank. His own character is admired by the undead. In this case, they have no other way except to persuade him with a few nice words.

Until one day later, the Lionheart King personally sent a magic letter to Lin Yun. He explained the current situation and asked Lin Yun to find a way to suppress Prometheus's level and take Prometheus to participate in the war.

After all, this matter is very important. If you can't kill the Skeleton King once, you may never have another chance in the future. The current situation has reached the point where there is no way to continue to delay. If you delay it, who knows what the result will be in the end. No one dared to think about this problem...

Lin Yun sighed and found Prometheus. He looked at Prometheus from a distance. He was releasing the Holy Light spell to relieve the pain of a mage who was seriously infected with the plague. He used the power of the spell and Lin Yun's potion to slow down the spread of the plague. Unfortunately, it was still useless. This method can only delay a little longer. There is no way to completely resolve the plague.

Looking at Prometheus with a gentle smile, comforting those infected with the plague, it seems that his smile is very contagious, at least it makes many desperate mages have a little confidence. I believe it will get better.

With a sigh, Lin Yun waved to Prometheus from a distance.

"Sir Prometheus, I have a way to suppress the level of heavenly mages, and it is to suppress the perception of rules and extraordinary power, but the process is very painful, and it requires your full cooperation to succeed. After the suppression, your level will become heavenly level seven, but it may cause some very troublesome damage, and may even damage the soul..."

Before Lin Yun finished speaking, Prometheus smiled and nodded, as if Lin Yun invited him to a big meal.

"Then trouble Sir Merlin, I know that Sir Merlin will definitely have a way."

In the alchemy laboratory, a special alchemy device was placed in the center, and there were alchemy arrays on the ground and above the head. These alchemy arrays, combined with the alchemy device in the center that was like an operating table, formed a special heavenly alchemy array.

Prometheus was lying on this alchemical device, his hands, feet, shoulders and head were all fixed, and his body was completely fixed there. As the alchemical array began to operate, Prometheus's magic power was suppressed, and his extraordinary power was also suppressed to some extent. In addition, Prometheus deliberately did not resist. Prometheus was now like an ordinary person, just an ordinary person with a relatively strong body...

Lin Yun took out seven slender metal spikes, the surface of the spikes was covered with complex and strange patterns, which were the patterns of the material itself. Only the tail of the spikes was inlaid with a special magic weapon.

Lin Yun pierced Prometheus's limbs one by one, and the spikes were completely pierced into Prometheus's body, leaving only the tail in the plane. The spikes and Prometheus's bones were attached together, and they did not affect his activities at all.

After four spikes were inserted, there were three left, one from the chest, one from the back, and the last one from the center of the top of the head, into Prometheus's head.

Throughout the whole process, Prometheus remained calm, his expression did not change, but from his pale face and his constantly twitching muscles, it can be seen that the pain has reached the point where he can no longer control his body.

Cold sweat slowly seeped out of Lin Yun's forehead, especially the last one, he had to be more careful, because if he was not careful, he would hurt Prometheus's soul, which was a very troublesome thing. In this era, there are very few potions and other methods that can treat soul injuries. Lin Yun knows many kinds of potions and methods that can treat soul injuries.

However, many of the materials are not available in this era. More than 10,000 years later, a potion that can be bought at any alchemy shop to treat soul injuries, in this era, the most important material has not been discovered, because it is not a material produced in the world of Northrend, but a specialty of a new plane that will be discovered thousands of years later.

The power of the soul was slowly infused into the last needle through Lin Yun's hand. Through the needle, he sensed Prome's soul. Soon, he sensed a pure soul not far from the needle. This was just a feeling. In fact, the soul was not there. Being able to sense the location of Prome's soul made the following much easier.

The needle was slowly inserted. After a few seconds, all seven needles began to work. A strange power enveloped Prome's body, completely sealing Prome inside. Then, in the induction of the breath, Prome's level began to slowly decline. He fell to the eighth level of the Heavenly Rank.

A trace of doubt flashed in Lin Yun's eyes. When he sensed Prome's soul just now, he found that Prome's soul was terribly pure, just like the soul of a newborn baby, without any impurities. There was no distraction or fluctuation at all...

While thinking about this problem, there was a sudden change in front of him. The seal on Prome's body slowly dissipated, and Prome's breath was completely stabilized to the seventh level of the Heavenly Rank.

After opening his eyes again, Prome's face was still a little pale. The first time he saw Lin Yun, Prome showed a gentle smile.

"Merlin, we can set off."

Prome's words, Lin Yun threw aside the doubts that flashed through his head before, and nodded.

"Mr. Prome. Don't you need to rest?"

A trace of holy light appeared on Prome's body surface. After a few seconds, Prome's breath seemed to have returned to normal, and his pale face without any blood also returned to normal.

Without alarming anyone, Lin Yun and Prome left the fortress. The flame zone blocking the middle of the passage was almost nothing for the two of them. This burning earth was released by Lin Yun itself, and it was very easy to control. The two entered the sea of ​​fire. There was a zone without flames around.

The earth had been burned into boiling magma, the land turned red, and many places had even appeared flame crystals, which were things that only appeared in places with richer flames in the flame element plane.

Passed through the sea of ​​fire. What was coming in front of him was the terrible breath of the undead. Countless undead were still hundreds of kilometers away, but the breath of the undead had spread here. The breath of death and the flames kept colliding with each other, like a cold wind whistling wildly, trying to blow out the sea of ​​fire. Unfortunately, the range of the flames was too large, and it was not something that these breaths of death could blow out.

The alternation of cold and heat caused a terrible storm here. Tornadoes raged on the ground, and sand and gravel were rolled up. On the dark ground, it was like dozens of meat grinders rotating alternately. Any creature that entered here would be caught in it and torn into pieces.

Standing on the ground, looking at the tornadoes rotating around each other in front, Lin Yun's eyes became deep.

"Sir Prome, you will need to take action first later, attract the Skeleton King, and then, if possible, the Holy Light will come to block an area, at least to buy me enough time to snatch the Heart of Plague from the Skeleton King."

Prome nodded seriously.

The space gate appeared in front of the two people. They stepped into the space gate one after another and disappeared. A silver gate slowly opened above the sea of ​​dead souls hundreds of kilometers away.

Prometheus walked out of it holding the holy light staff. The moment he walked out of the gate, it was as if a small sun appeared in the sky. The power of holy light spread rapidly, and the light shone on the surrounding hundreds of kilometers.

The sea of ​​dead souls on the ground was suddenly illuminated by the holy light, and they howled in pain one by one. The undead creatures below level 20 could not resist the holy light of such a large range. Black smoke came out of their bodies, as if they were burned by flames. In a few seconds, the undead creatures below level 20 wailed and fell to the ground, their bodies as if they were burned by flames.

The bones of the skeleton undead were broken and turned into a pile of black bone fragments, while the flesh and blood of the undead such as zombies were burned to ashes, leaving only black bone fragments, and the undead such as ghosts were directly purified.

Just by emitting holy light, all the undead creatures below level 20 within a few hundred kilometers were killed in seconds. The undead creatures between level 20 and 30 could last a little longer, but in less than ten seconds, some undead creatures were already being sunburned to death by the light of holy light.

Lin Yun walked out of the space gate and looked at Prometheus, who had turned into a small sun. He couldn't help but sigh in his heart. The Holy Light Mage was indeed the nemesis of the undead. Just by emitting the light of holy light, he could continuously cause terrible damage to the undead creatures.

Most of the undead creatures could be cleared without releasing spells. You know, more than 90% of the undead creatures in the sea of ​​​​undead creatures are undead creatures below level 30, and the number of low-level undead creatures accounts for the vast majority.

To kill an undead creature below level 20, a fire mage may only need a fireball spell, but no matter what, he still needs to release the spell. If there are millions, tens of millions, or hundreds of millions of undead creatures, and a frost mage is asked to kill them, even if they are all undead creatures below level 20, he will not be able to kill them all even if his magic power is exhausted.

But for a holy light mage, it is enough to just shine the light of holy light. The light of holy light alone can purify these low-level undead creatures, and the number is completely useless.

Prome floated in the air, and his magic power turned into the light of holy light, which was scattered wantonly. As the light of holy light fell, the undead creatures were constantly purified. Outside the range covered by the holy light, there were also a large number of undead creatures madly approaching here, but as long as they entered the range covered by the holy light, they would all be purified. Even undead creatures above level 30 would not last for a few minutes before being completely purified. (To be continued.)

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