"You are omniscient and omnipotent. You are everywhere. You shine on the newborns and the elderly. You welcome the worship of believers in the early morning. The fog will not be able to block you. You listen to the prayers of all living beings at midnight. The darkness will not damage your glory. We are all under your protection.
When we walk under you, we will receive your solemn guidance. We fight under your cover, and we will receive your sacred blessing. We all receive your virtues, and we associate with the upright and good. We are your commanders, and we will use you as our emblem and symbol.
Flag, we have received your grace, and we will always be forgiven by you. Because of you, we all hold glory and victory, and we will add honor to you. We all enjoy peace and happiness because of you, and we will offer our most sincere prayers. Whenever there is suffering or disaster,
, chaos, illness, all of us who call your name will be saved. You will always protect every believer, and you will always protect every city."
In a trance, Regan heard someone praying in a very strange language. It was neither common language nor orc language. It was noble and majestic, gentle and compassionate. Although he had never heard of this language, the strange thing was that
He actually understood its meaning. Just when Regen was about to ask the person who sang the poem, he was surprised to find that he had no mouth! What was even more disturbing was that at this moment, he was like a mist floating in this unknown space.
"Chosen of the Holy Light, please put away your fear. What you see now is your own soul." Just when Regan was frightened, the voice of the hymn came softly.
"It turns out I'm really dead," Regen felt a burst of relief, and then tried to communicate with the other party using his thoughts, "What should I call you?"
"I have no name, but people have called me Holy Book since the day I was born."
"Oh, holy light! This is really a living miracle." Regan felt so incredible that he was actually communicating with the consciousness of an artifact.
"So, Holy Book...Your Excellency," he added an honorific with difficulty, "I remember that I was killed by the Grimtotem, but why is the soul here?"
"Everything has an end. Things that are supposed to go will not stay, and things that are supposed to come will not stop. Your destiny has not ended, so the Holy Light brings your soul here, not wanting to cause your inner being to be corroded."
"Sir, I don't understand," Reagan said honestly.
"This is not surprising. After all, the emergence of the two clergy, Paladins and Priests, has been less than two hundred years, but the Holy Light has existed in the universe forever. First of all, the Holy Light is not a religion, unlike most
For beliefs that regard specific gods as objects of worship, it can be said that the Holy Light is vague. Although it gives followers spiritual power and spiritual guidance, it has never demonstrated so-called miracles in a true sense. Therefore, the Holy Light is the belief itself, which comes from
Faith in the power of faith, and you, the priests, are the source and destination of these faiths."
"Oh, that's it." Regen nodded.
"Many Paladins were ordinary warriors or priests before receiving the baptism of the Holy Light. Most of their belief in the Holy Light is because they are grateful for the power and spiritual support given by the Holy Light. However, few people truly understand the true meaning of the Holy Light. This is why
Some priests lose themselves in the face of powerful dark forces, abandoning the Holy Light and turning to evil causes."
"You mean, they only use the Holy Light as a religion or a way to gain power?" Regen asked doubtfully.
"Isn't that what you think now?" The Holy Book chuckled, "I have long felt the burning flame of revenge in your heart. If there is a powerful evil god tempting you to exchange your soul for power at this moment, I think
You will definitely agree without hesitation that I can feel the things sealed in your heart. You have also known for a long time that the so-called forgetting is just your cowardly escape."
Regan's mist-like body trembled violently, and suddenly burst out with an extremely strong scream-like consciousness: "What do you know? You dirty evil book! I'm not a coward! I didn't escape! I'm an adult.
You told me to run away! I am not wrong, I am not wrong! I am not..."
The Holy Book did not refute, it seemed to be quietly "watching" Regan's extremely unstable soul, "Since you are so sure, we might as well go back to that day and see what happened." Then he said
An extremely clear picture appeared in front of Regan:
——"Your Excellency Tyran, this is the number of people who should be purified this month and their list. Please take a look." A priest in robes placed the parchment in his hand on the desk of the Scarlet Crusade Lord Tyran Fording.
superior
"Didn't I tell you not to bother me with these things in the future? Since the Grand Prosecutor has approved it, why bother asking me again?" Tailan, who was reading, said without raising his head.
"But sir, the transfer of the Scarlet Trial requires your approval. Lord Isenlien has asked you to seal this order." The priest lowered his head respectfully, but his eyes were full of disdain.
"Really? Which difficult target needs to be eradicated by my team of judges, General Abidis?" The Crusader Lord put down the book and stared at the embarrassed priest in front of him.
"Holy Light, how can you slander a noble clergy like this! I file a complaint against you on behalf of the Grand Prosecutor!" The priest covered up his panic with anger.
"That's enough, you clowns!" Tyran stood up suddenly and grabbed the priest's collar, "Don't think that I don't know anything. Since Alessandro's death, you have all become like
What's the difference between lunatics?! Here, in Stratholme, Hand of Tyr, and the Great Monastery, all I see are a bunch of lunatics! Anyone who questions your decision will be treated as a plague-infected person. Tell me, how many there are?
The young soldier died in your interrogation room!"
The priest shrank away from Tyran's roar and argued feebly: "No one can guarantee when they will turn into those abominable undead. Only by completely purifying them will the Holy Light redeem their souls."
"Go away, you arrogant bastard! Go tell Isenlion that if he can't personally explain the death of Demitia last month, even if he is my teacher, I will still expel him in the name of the Lord of Hearthglen.
Him!" The furious Tyran threw the distraught priest out of the door.
Seeing the priest crawling away from the castle, Tyran silently sat back at the table and picked up the parchment on the ground. On it were Isenlien's very unique italics: I would like to verify that the former member of the Scarlet Judgment Group, Ke
Christine Regan is suspected of being infected by the plague. The trial team is given three days to arrest and interrogate this person. If there is resistance, he can be killed on the spot - the promulgator, Grand Prosecutor Ethan Lean
The Crusader Lord silently took the long sword hanging on the wall and lit the parchment with a candle: "Attendant, prepare your horse."
——————————————————————————————————————————Legen was in a trance outside the screen, and he finally remembered
When he woke up and realized what was going to happen next, the nightmare that had been haunting him for so long had already begun:
——The long sword was laboriously pulled out from the chest of a soldier. Tyran gasped for air and shouted to Regan: "Idiot, if you don't leave, we will both die here!"
"I am your guard captain, and the meaning of my existence is to be your shield." Regen held up a spear that attempted to attack Tyran. "Don't think that I will be grateful for your rescue at this moment, Tyran.
Ding, you are completely wasting your life. I have never seen a lord as stupid as you."
Tailan laughed and said: "Kristin Regan, I taught you those ridiculous moves. Don't I know what you are thinking? This kind of clumsy attack method can even kill the slime monster."
If you can’t be fooled, will the wise and powerful Lord Fordring be fooled?”
Regen shut up helplessly, looked at the winking lord, and couldn't help but laugh: "Okay, my lord, although my dream is to die fighting for General Abidis, but now it seems that
I can only get along with a stinky man."
The two paladins laughed and waved the swords in their hands. The long-depleted holy energy surged out like a fountain and turned into golden power of judgment. The bloody soldiers looked at their lord who had been declared a "heretic" in fear, and they all
Stand back until a robed priest arrives
Tailan looked at the person coming with vigilance: "Isenlien, you are finally going to take action yourself."
The Grand Prosecutor lowered his hood and sighed: "If I were you, I would never raise a sword against the former Paoze."
"Then what should we do? Just stay captive and wait for your torture?" Regan said sarcastically.
"Shut up, you abominable heretic! Tyran has always been a noble crusader. It was you who caused him to betray his mentor and lord, damn you!" Isenlien shouted in a stern voice.
Regen opened his mouth feebly and fell silent; Isenlien was right, he had indeed implicated Tailan.
"No, you are wrong, mentor," patting Regan on the shoulder, Tailan said in a deep voice, "I cannot watch my most trusted subordinate and most precious brother being killed as an undead, regardless of whether he has become
It is inevitable for me to save the infected person."
Isenlien looked at his student with complicated eyes: "Taylan, do you still remember the oath you swore when you were baptized as a Paladin? What you are doing now is violating our long-standing teachings. Not only do you not eradicate it,
Evil, but instead helping these filthy people escape, you have lost your qualifications as a Paladin."
The Grand Prosecutor said in a voice that everyone present could hear: "I now pronounce that the Lord of the Scarlet Crusade, Tyran Fordring, and the member of the Scarlet Judgment, Christine Regan, have been corrupted by evil. Brothers and sisters,
Use the weapons in your hands to purify the souls of your comrades!"
"Isenlien!" Tyran shouted, "Your once noble soul has been taken over by paranoia. Any behavior that goes against your will is called heresy. Those respectable warriors are treated as undead by your torture officer.
Torture! And not long ago, you even betrayed the Blood Saint Demitia to the Forgotten! Swear by the Holy Light, do you dare to deny that these are not your handiwork?"
The already shaken soldiers began to whisper. There had been rumors that the lofty Saint Demitia had contradicted a powerful figure and was given as a gift to the despicable Forgotten by that big figure. He knew this. The cronies of the incident looked at the prosecutor in fear. They didn't know whether they should follow their conscience or their master.
Isenlien's face turned livid, and he tremblingly raised the darkening staff in his hand: "You... damn bastard, the Fording family is indeed a traitor who has tainted the Holy Light. You and your father You all deserve to be crucified on the pillar of shame. One saved the heinous orcs, and the other spared the heretic contaminated by the plague. You all deserve to die!" A wall of shadow formed almost instantly, attacking the two of them like a giant lang.
"Hide!" Tailan was shocked. He did not expect that the Grand Prosecutor, who is usually known for his intensive study of doctrine, would have such strong strength. The two of them rolled down the hillside in embarrassment and escaped, and when they stood up There are only three living people left on the field.
"Your Majesty the Grand Prosecutor, I guessed it right, you are really crazy." Tailan couldn't bear to look at the broken limbs and arms lying on the ground.
"You can live by following my nature, and those who disobey me are disobeying the will of the Holy Light. They have doubts about the sacred cause, so naturally they cannot be allowed to continue to live," said Ethan Li, who has completely transformed into the shadow form. En said nonchalantly, "It's up to you to think about how you can survive under my shadow flames for a while longer."
Tyran nodded silently, and suddenly he looked behind Isenlien in surprise: "Ashbringer!"
The Grand Prosecutor looked behind him almost as a reflex, and soon realized that he had been tricked; he turned back angrily, and what he saw was the young lord kicking down Regen, who had a look of disbelief on his face. cliff
"Remember to use the Holy Shield!" Tailan took a deep breath as if he had been relieved of a heavy burden, "Then, let me fully experience the power of the Grand Prosecutor."
As Regen fell, the entire picture began to become blurry and slowly disappeared.
"Do you want to continue reading?" The gentle voice of the Holy Book sounded in my mind.
"No, I don't want to see my brother's body burned like an undead," Regan replied quietly.
"I can feel the overwhelming hatred in your heart. This is good." The voice of the Holy Book is still calm.
"Oh, did the Holy Light tell you again?" Regen said sarcastically.
"Then what do you think the Holy Light is?" The Holy Book did not answer him, but raised a question.
Regen didn't answer - obviously, if he had a body at this time, his expression would be disdain
After a moment of silence, the gentle yet majestic voice of the Holy Book sounded in his mind again: "Holy light arises from chaos, it reflects and gathers in people's hearts, reflecting various human emotions; it reigns neutrally in the In this world, it judges good and evil from the most impartial standpoint. It protects good people, and can also be used for evil deeds. It only illuminates the hearts of believers and guides you where to work. Remember, Paladin, your war hammer can crush the enemy's The head can also help the bird break out of the shell smoothly. Power is not everything, no matter where the power comes from."
Regen's soul fire obviously moved, but the voice of the sacred book did not interrupt: "Your wheel of destiny should not stop here. No matter how you control your life in the future, please remember that you You are a warrior chosen by the Holy Light. All sufferings and disasters are trials to make you stronger. Don't let down everyone's expectations, and don't let down the rebirth I bought for you with the power of the Holy Light."
"Live well, kind thoughts from the Destroyer" were the last words Regan heard before losing consciousness.