Age of Adepts

With the death of the Golden Knight, the resistance of Harkans City came to an abrupt end.

Without the hold of the strongest of their class, the remaining number of 1st and 2nd tier holy knights would be in vain. At the 3rd rank level, it was no longer possible to fight by simply stacking numbers.

The crippled Paladins seemed to have realized that the tide had turned, and reluctantly regrouped to retreat to the Chapel of Holy Light, hoping to use the power of the terrain to resist the attacks of the fearsome sorcerers. Unfortunately, their thoughts were good, but the reality was harsher than the coldest of horror novels.

After finishing off the golden knight, the brontosaurus Ames took to the skies with a whoop of joy, only to turn around and head straight for the most extravagant and luxurious mansion in the city after a brief examination. It was running out of time, and having to race against time to loot the mansions of the city's upper class and the city's public treasures was a highly specialized and challenging job.

Therefore, it wasn't going to waste any time at all!

As for the magnificent Chapel of the Holy Light that was right in front of us, it clearly belonged to some kind of mysterious building with religious overtones. To rob such a place, one would need to kill too many dead-headed guards, not to mention wasting time, and it was feared that what one would be able to plunder would mostly be souvenirs such as ancient books, the bones or clothing and armor of a certain church celebrity.

These things might have a strong commemorative meaning to the church members, but to the dragons who only liked golden and shiny treasures, they were too old-fashioned. If they returned to the Lance Plane with such 'treasures', they would be mocked by all the dragons.

Therefore, Ames rushed to the Far City without even looking at the Holy Light Chapel.

As for the Flame Tiger Sindar, it was rare to be able to come to the different plane for a 'tour', so naturally, he wasn't going to return empty-handed. After taking a glance at where the Thunder Dragon was going, it immediately crossed like a fly and headed straight for the trade area of Harkans City.

There must be some strange treasures there that were not found elsewhere!

In the blink of an eye, all that was left on the field was the scarred Elemental Armament and Grim who had transformed into a tall fireman. As well as the corpses of Paladins all over the ground.

Under Grim's command, the Elemental Demonic Armament roared and rushed after the retreating Holy Knights towards the Chapel of Holy Light. Grim, on the other hand, slowly arrived in front of the wreckage of that 3rd rank Gold Knight with a leisurely pace.

The opponent's body had been gruesomely beaten by the terrifying attack, and Grim's last meteor blast had blown it to pieces. The divine armor on his body had been twisted and deformed beyond recognition, and his exposed skin was scorched black, its surface completely carbonized.

Grim leaned down and stared carefully at the body, his black pupils flashing blue, scanning the situation inside. As for the flame boundary, it had already held open, isolating the possibility of the Golden Knight's soul escaping.

The cause of the strange holy light that was missed last time, the chip analyzed afterwards, was the pure and dense holy light, and the strong and tough soul. The two complemented each other and were indispensable!

Seriously, the holy light of the Paladins' faith is actually the knightly faith that they hold steadfast in their hearts!

It was only that these knights of the Enwik Dimension had found a visible and tangible vehicle for their ethereal faith, and that was pure light... They used light to represent the purity of their hearts, and they used light to paint a bright future.

And that, is a primitive faith in a state of muddled chaos!

Light was originally a basic energy that was ubiquitous in the Bit World, unintelligent and commonplace. However, when many Paladins had put their so-called 'justice', 'wisdom', 'faith', 'hope' within themselves, it was a very common thing. 'It's all resting on the light, then the light is no longer the original 'light'.

In the Bit World, faith itself was a powerful force. And the light that was the vehicle of the Paladin's faith had since become transcendent, becoming ever more sacred and powerful.

With mindless, unconscious light as their source of faith, perhaps the sorcerers would feel contempt and shame at the Paladin's stupidity and ignorance. However, the sorcerers could not deny that the Paladins did gain power from the 'holy light' and continued the legacy.

In that respect, these Paladins actually lived more purely and gained more truth than the Divine Arts of the Gods World!

After all, they did not have a deity riding over their heads that was extraordinarily hungry for the power of faith, nor did they have a strict and rigid dogma that governed their every move.

The Paladins, by virtue of their devout faith and their day-to-day preaching, had also allowed the knightly faith to permeate deeply into the rules of light. So, in a way, the light of the Enewick Dimension was indeed vastly different from the rules of light of the Wizard World.

And with the power of the holy light, the holy knights also transmitted the knightly faith to the rules of the position. In the Enwick Plane, no matter where you were born and what race you came from, as long as you recognized the Holy Knights' code of faith from the depths of your body, mind and soul, you would be able to perceive the existence of the Holy Light through the power of the Laws of the Plane.

As for Grim, he had already wandered through two worlds that held the beliefs of the Planes, and after killing those followers of the gods, he had never found a 'residue of faith' like the Holy Light. According to Grim's estimation, the main reason was that those believers had 'gods' on them!

Their souls were already deeply imprinted with the marks of the gods, so once they died, they would either return to the Mother River of Souls under the pull of the laws of the locus, or enter the kingdom of the gods through the channel of faith. Either way, it was impossible to leave this 'thing' formed from the fusion of faith and soul on the material plane.

In the kingdom of the gods, those who had strong and resilient souls and were able to place their soul consciousness on the power of faith even after death, were often called Ying Ling or Holy Spirit.

In short, they were all weird guys whose souls were unwilling to perish, and who continued to wander by entrusting their remaining power to the remaining power!

For such existences, the gods are of course eager to guide them into their kingdoms, mold them with their divine power, and continue to serve the gods in the kingdoms of the gods. But in the Enwek's Plane, the holy light of the Paladins' faith is not self-conscious, and thus does not actively guide the dead Paladin spirits or holy spirits back to the source of their faith.

That's why there was that bizarre scene of that strange 'holy light' stagnating and not dispersing!

And this undoubtedly provided the possibility for Grim to intercept the 'holy light' midway.

However, today was obviously different from the last time, when Grim carefully incinerated the Golden Knight's body, the strand of 'Holy Light' that was even more superior to the Silver Knight strangely began to clash frequently against the flame boundary. It seemed that some powerful force was calling it, making it eager to return.

Grim lifted his head and looked in the direction where the 'Holy Light' was trying to escape, and what he saw was the magnificent Chapel of Holy Light at the end of the road.

The Chapel of the Holy Light?

Grim chanted slightly.

According to the memory fragments he had extracted from the bit native's mind, this Chapel of Holy Light, in addition to serving as a place for the Paladins to live and train, was also a burial place for the fallen Paladins. Perhaps functionally, it also served the purpose of those large and small pantheons of the world of the gods.

As a knowledgeable sorcerer, Grim was not good at tinkering with souls, but he knew seven or eight ways to take in and store them.

He took out a fist-sized, crystal-clear, strange crystal ball and successively engraved more than a dozen sorcery runes with different functions on it. These runes were strange to say the least, at the beginning of the engraving, each one was as bright as day, and their magic power was glowing. However, as they melted into the surface of the crystal ball, they became dull and obscure, almost imperceptible to the presence of magical breath.

After the Soul Gathering Crystal was done, Grim grabbed it and gave it a slight shake towards the holy light, and under the pull of a strange power, the holy light trembled a bit, which was then reluctantly sucked into the inner space by the crystal ball.

Come on, what you wanted was in your hands!

After taking in the remaining 'holy light' of the 3rd rank golden knight, Grim straightened up and looked at the devastated battlefield.

All around him, the remains of hundreds of Holy Knights were still lying on the ground.

Grim smiled slightly and tied the Soul Gathering Crystal to his waist with a silver chain, before striding forward. And as he strode forward, a silent transparent fire source rolled out in all directions, instantly incinerating the hundreds of corpses into a sheet of flying ashes.

And amidst the grey ash remnants, a strange 'holy light' that was either bright or dark emerged, before brushing against Grim's waist like a milk swallow returning to the forest, silently merging into the Soul Gathering Crystal.

In total, 129 corpses had only retrieved 72 holy lights. The remaining ones either had completely broken souls, or their holy light faith hadn't been pure enough. In any case, not all holy knights could condense 'holy light' after death either!

And while Grim was slowly 'gathering' the loot here, the Holy Light Chapel in the distance was already fighting and ambushing blood everywhere.

The remaining holy knights retreated to the chapel, using the doors of the temple as a barrier, taking out their sturdy shields and dying to resist the elemental magic weapons' frenzied attack. Of course, these little guys who were no more than rank 1 or 2 couldn't be a match for the Elemental Demon Armament, but their powers were strung together to form a strange resonance of holy light that couldn't be easily broken by the Elemental Demon Armament that lacked the means to attack.

Therefore, the two sides were bloody tug-of-war at the entrance of the Holy Light Chapel.

Although the Elemental Demon Armament was constantly slaughtering low-level Paladins, the 'Grylls' in front of it were still densely packed and inexhaustible.

It's too slow, I can't wait any longer....

Grim finished cleaning up the battlefield and immediately strode towards the Chapel of Holy Light, casually condensing a Raging Fireball to throw into the crowd as he moved forward.

Without the involvement of an opponent of the same level, these little guys in front of him were a bunch of unthreatening ants in front of his 6-meter tall flame body. As the fireballs bombarded the crowd, twenty to thirty Paladins instantly fell into the thick smoke and blood.

If it wasn't for the concern that the excessive power of the sorcery attack would affect the harvesting of the 'holy light', the Holy Knight in front of him really wasn't worthy of being taken seriously by Grim.

It was too weak!

In the Bit World, weakness itself was a sin that had to be cleansed with blood and fire.

And this is exactly the tradition that the witches of the wizarding world have always followed!

Nothing to do with justice....