The Experimental Log of the Crazy Lich

Of all the battles, such priests as the Holy Knights and Pastors are the fastest, but the least, when they reach the upper order.

The reason is simple, they need to establish a link with the gods, get help and family of the gods... or preference, then nature grows quickly, in a sense, it is a face-watching profession, the more natural and doctrinal compatibility, the more gifted people are suited to bear this divine power, the faster it will grow.

As long as there are enough gods, there are cases of overnight efforts across other people's lives. This is also the root of what Roland would have called the Son of Light in that year. Apart from gods like the bastard of Holy Light, no one can explain a legendary human knight under the age of 14, and that sunshine of Holy Light.

The Golden Knight is probably the best accomplished in all professions, but further legends, instead, have the lowest rate of advancement. As for pursuing reasons, clergy tend to blame themselves for not being pious or experienced enough, but reality is sometimes more cruel than they think.

This has nothing to do with pious, divine power servers never look at this, he just looks at simple efficiency and input income ratios.

“The same divine power, which allows 10,000 bronzes to enter silver and 100 silver to enter gold, has not been allowed to find its way to a golden peak, succeeding in entering the legend, naturally choosing the former in terms of efficiency. As for why the normal rate of advancement is so low... the gold class advanced by external forces, the foundation is not solid, stripping divine power is only pseudo gold, why enter the legend? ”

But the middle and lower grades are easier, but they are well suited for humans with the highest fighting power wandering between gold and silver, and at least this is one of the root causes of the hidden power of the Cathedral Church over the entire human world. Faith is guaranteed by force. to get further.

And even if the rate of advancement is low. But the world is always full of geniuses and strange talents. Just like those who are dedicated to grinding their minds and minds, they can break their limits. As long as the base figure grows, it naturally surpasses the legend. Instead, the low threshold of entry and the lack of requirements make it easier for them to spread to every corner of the continent.

It can be said, however, that all clergy were initially cultivated in connection with the God of Holy Light, and that only prayer could be answered, even without discussing the doctrine that sprang from it, in terms of a divine server. He is undoubtedly super-qualified, and he will help those newly appointed to the priesthood to understand the Holy Light and provide divine power to help those outstanding voters go further.

But there is an inescapable end to this. Since the God of Holy Light is a divine power server, if one day he disagrees with it and even becomes a hostile party, will he be sealed and thus lose his ability to use Holy Light?

“The answer is yes, those fallen angels and fallen saints. Didn't you lose the ability to use Holy Light? Since the Holy Knight is a seed of holy light obtained through the God of Holy Light, then. It is also naturally possible to lose the ability of this seed to perceive the holy light. ”

So, without the Holy Light God, there really is no Holy Light...

“I thank the God of Holy Light, at least he made me realize the greatness of Holy Light. ”

With the loss of power and youth, as well as memory and energy, seemed to be the walking lights before death, those memories of the past appeared in Estrada's eyes.

No one knows his age, not even the Church, only he knows that he was born a thousand four hundred and forty-two years ago, a time too long for short-lived humans.

Unlike those legendary stories, he chose to become an apprentice of the old priests of the town in order to become the path of the pursuit of holy light, not because of the call of God, or because of some kind of glory, but because his family was poor, and the sick old priest who needed the apprenticeship to take care of his life was probably the only one in the town who could afford the leisure.

“Oh, I just wanted to have a bite to eat, I really didn't expect... is that destiny? ”

With the loss of breath of life, the glow flowing everywhere will degenerate into meteorites of light. In the shock and disbelief of the world below, the memory of the immortal is as clear as ever.

The old priest didn't last long, but he finally entrusted his teaching duties to the young man who ate the mixed meal.

But small town priests were not so good at that time. Perhaps, in an era of barbaric pioneers and pioneering knights, the Church of the Sacred Church was the clearest organization in the world...

Although nearly two hundred years have passed since the end of the jihad and the continent has entered a period of rest and recuperation, it has exceeded the expectations of most races to be dominated by such a weak life as humankind, which is too easy for the throne to be stable, to be driven into the deep sea, to lose the Orcs of the Imperial Plains, to even the more vulnerable Pokémon who clearly won the war, and so on. No one is willing to leave the historical arena like this.

The patronage of the gods, the vast new territory, the burgeoning population allowed countless emerging towns to be built, but then suddenly disappeared for all kinds of strange reasons, some because of a sudden plague, perhaps behind an evil god, some because of the landscape of man's head after being slaughtered by the beasts, and some even just starving and storming herds of beasts. The dead walking in the night are still the nightmares of the living.

At this time, priests and saints actually don't split houses. No, it's supposed to be soldiers and civilians who don't split houses. They usually try to make a living, and when it's dangerous, they leave their tools and go to war.

“What, Uncle Martin broke his leg? I need you to help me catch it. Wait, I haven't mastered such a tall piece of magic yet. ”

“... the Evans have a new kid? Good thing. Want me to name and bless you? Wait, I can't read. Anything at all? ”

“Are you priests too? Why are you wearing armor? Holy Knight? Wait, are you here to get rid of this hidden magician? Wait, let me pack up, I'll show you the way. ”

And Estrada, who was driven by ducks, became more and more fond of his profession. Even in order to be able to protect his people in the cruel outside world and in the natural environment, he participated in the birth of the profession of the Holy Knight, of which many codes of conduct for the Holy Knight and special theology were created by him. But he never said it. I'm afraid not many people know. The strongest saints, the first saints.

“New profession? Isn't that the priest in the armor? But we need a new name. Holy Knight? Pious, humble, mighty, brave, holy, we are the knights of the gods and guardians of the Church and the people in the night. ”

When the first saint, Instekaki, lifted the hammer, there was a little figure beneath it who envisioned his light.

The original saint was not sacred. They were only soldiers slightly more powerful than ordinary warriors, only chaplains dressed in iron. They were just a group of pioneers who felt that the original way of holy light was not enough to protect their people, but they kept their vows.

They travel in the night and in the wilderness, hunting dangerous demons and warcraft, hunting lurking blood and sorcerers in the crowd, fighting demons and demons in despair, and guarding their homes against the attacks of outsiders.

The glorious first saint, Instekaki, did not go far, but fell in a desperate ambush, and his brother. Winster Kachi took over the glorious hammer, but slightly weaker than his brother, he only lasted three months. Just before he died, he gave the silver hammer to another brother.

“Eincasso, who died at the end of the werewolf war, could not have died if he were willing to abandon the farmers who had asked him for help, he was a hero. ”

“Sandy, the Orc of the desert subregion, although initially unacceptable to the world, persists in his patronage and is our most trusted brother. He's a hero. ”

“Fendicad, in order to save the plague in the Brighton area and to die with the evil god Albert, was the most likely extinct genius to become immortal, but at the temptation of the evil gods. He was confused to walk between the lights, but he eventually defeated himself, and he... was also a hero. ”

“Aydin Levine, my most sly son, I thought you could take this hammer, but why did you give it back to me first? You know what, kid? The worst thing in the world, besides sending a brother away without dying, is this bloody white-haired man sending a brunette. Kid, but considering you did your duty in the end, you, the fool who challenged the Earl of the Devil alone, were also a hero. ”

And the old knight murmured that the masters of the generation of the hammer, in a time of great scarcity of material, any weapon was a priceless treasure, and before it was completely destroyed, they would continue to pass among their brothers. Unknowingly, this became the tradition of the holy knight.

“Roland, you son of a bitch, I thought you could take this hammer. You're as cunning as Aydin, and in this shitty age, only the slipper can live well to keep this corrupt guardian road going... ”

And precisely because of this tradition, it infuses the common weapon of the Holy Knight's soul and becomes the exclusive guardian of the Holy Knight - the Holy Sword and the Holy Hammer.

Naturally, the hammer made of silver infused the spirits of countless saints and became the first sacred weapon exclusively for saints in history, perhaps the most powerful, and finally it naturally fell to the first saint who was still alive...

“The light of despair, the guardian hammer of the Dawn Messenger! ”

The ancient and dilapidated hammer once again blossomed a gleaming golden glow, even though the God of Holy Light had abandoned his knight, and how could this guardian sacred instrument, infused with countless souls, abandon their brothers?

The old man had lost the hold of the holy light, and the white-haired old man stood there, and a silver soul came out of the hammer, and they turned into a shield of the soul, guarding his brother with pieces of his own soul.

“Brother Eincasso... bastard Aiden Levin... The Saati brothers… Instructor Instekaki…"

A familiar face appeared in front of the old man, who did not waver in the slightest, even when he was abandoned by the God of Holy Light, but cried out in tears at this moment.

“I… I know what I'm going to do and how to go our way. ”

Once again, the old man raised the hammer, in which the light of the glorious burning soul turned into the burning holy flame, and the whole sky was lit by it, but those too “pure” angels burned in the holy flame, sending an incredible cry.

And this old knight just stood there, and the just extinguished light of holiness was lit up again, just this time. But the holy light is not from the gods of nature. It comes from a holy hammer that has been passed down for generations. Deep inside the old knight.

“… it was not the high gods who guarded us from time immemorial, but our own brothers and sisters. We believe in the Holy Light only because he gave us the power to guard our families, our people, my devout faith in the Holy Light, the way we seek the Holy Light, in fact, and the way our brothers sacrificed and guarded. Humans never need to remember God, they really need to remember. Just that one brother and sister who fell on the road. ”

The consciousness of the soul lit the fire of the soul, and the light of sanctity burned by the bear shocked the world, shaking the fear of the higher gods, and everything was out of control.

Yes, just like the Churches of Roland and the South, he has proved that the divine light and the divine light are completely different, so long as the divine light, which represents the guardianship and sacrifice, is recognized by the soul, chosen, what happens when the divine light is abandoned.

Deprived of access to the Holy Light? Oh, just take it back with your hands again.

And at this moment, in front of the world. The first saints of mankind became saints again. Became the first knights not to believe in the God of Holy Light, but in pure Holy Light.

That angel burned under his watchful eye, enough to ascend the throne a thousand years ago to choose the strongest saint in the world, when he threw away the big stone pressed against his heart, nothing could stop him from reaching the peak far beyond the standards of mortal life, just by watching to release the anger in his heart, to let these low-ranking angels go to extinction.

In the eyes of the “bystanders" below, the most powerful saint regained the holy light deprived of him by the God of Holy Light and hanged all the angels, which, while destroying their third view, actually shaken their faith.

“Abandoned by the God of Holy Light and able to grasp the Holy Light, the Church of the South is telling the truth, the God of Holy Light is really just a pseudo god...”

At this time, the old knight was not at all happy. Looking at those already few companions behind him, his heart ached even more. If he could get out of this step in the morning, perhaps...

“Nothing seems to have changed, order is perfect and supreme, and mistakes are about to be corrected. ”

Here comes a young white priest, whose long hair is adorned with stars and handsome faces without any emotion.

“Mortal, your destiny will not change.

Yet another descendent, the elder of old, had thorns in his eyes, and the elderly, who had done so, were full of sorrow.

“Son of Purification and Sequence, God of Truth and Prophecy? ”

The mortals below have recognized the incarnation of the god, both of whom are gods of holy light, and are gods above the medium.

“Ramel? Potter? I didn't expect to meet you on such occasions...”

The old knight had some exclamation, some sadness, and these two were his own companions, but now what difference does it make between those cold eyes and tones, and the other gods of holy light, from the divine incarnation of God? Perhaps, I don't want to be like this myself, which is the root cause of his refusal to ascend to God.

“Order is the supreme...”

“Mortal...”

The two incarnations are still nagging about the gorgeous appearance lines, but...

“Bang!” “Bang! ”

Their opponents were obviously not interested in hearing them out, and in the presence of the inherited hammer representing the dawn and the guardian, the incarnation of the gods was no different from those of the angels, and the headless corpse began to plummet directly in the continuous dance of the hammer of the strongest saints.

At this time, in front of Estrada, what can an ordinary third class calculate from the incarnation of God? The demigod is a special agency that is not capped. In front of Estrada, who has thrown away all constraints, there is not much that can stop his existence.

And he smiled bitterly.

“We don't have much time...”

Yes, the holy light that landed in the sky made the whole world the brightest at noon, how familiar the familiar light is to the pious, it is a rare wonder for a thousand years, even makes one wish to bow down, no, someone has already knelt directly.

“Holy God of Light! ”

Yes, God of Holy Light naturally descends when his plan is blocked, when this obstructive old knight becomes his obstacle, and even shakes his faith dramatically, and his men are unable to obstruct it from the incarnation of God.

It's a pure combination of light that makes people not see their faces at all, but just look at them. It gives people a sense of despair from the bottom of their hearts.

And when he shows up. The sun in the sky has lost its trace. The whole world became quiet, and his incarnation was enough to rewrite all the rules of the world.

The old knight closed his eyes and felt the power of the strongest god suffocating God. He could only show a bitter smile. The difference between the strongest mortal and the strongest god was so great, so great that people were desperate, so big that no one could rewrite this result.

“You guys, why don't you run and die here? ”

After so many events, there are only a handful who are still devout enough to kneel down to receive the coming of the Holy Light God, and if the profanity of the Holy Light in front of him is spread, and the Holy Light God's natural majesty is impaired and faith greatly diminished, then it is only natural that he kills and destroys people with his own hands, and he has done a lot of such things.

There are no shortage of intelligent people there, intelligent people who instantly figured everything out have already begun to retreat quietly, but most Jihad allies still have hope. Think your gods won't be so desperate.

But unfortunately, this “server” has already been computed. That meteor of holy light falling in the sky was his decision.

The high god was no longer the legendary hero of the past who had pioneered the path of holy light, and even his words with mortals seemed a waste of time.

At the command of the Lord God, the stars were opened and countless stars fell, looking at all the golden light, and under these golden holy lights, there was no possibility of life.

But...

“Stop it! ”

The god of destiny may be very good at telling cold jokes, or why he arranges so many dramas that are always ironic, erecting walls of holy light at the moment, blocking the physical meteorites that holy light turns into, but it is their just enemy, Estrada.

Now Estrada is not in good shape, his hair is all white, and every meteorite he hits makes him spit blood, and it can be seen from the flames of the soul in his eyes that he has already begun to burn his own soul.

“Lord Estrada, hurry up, you can still run, leave us alone! ”

And finally, the shouting of that familiar voice made him a little happy, a little sad.

He knew he had nowhere to go...

“Because the holy light must be redeemed, Estrada must die. Oh, little Roland, you've seen it through. You're making me look good. ”

Estrada grinned and shook her head helplessly.

And all of a sudden, a strange thought came back to the world, and everybody understood.

“Estrada, if you will be my God's word, I will forgive you your sins. ”

And the next moment, Estrada laughed.

“Become your puppet and tool? Okay, as long as you let these kids go down there, and then the guarantees don't interfere in the world. ”

“ …… ”

There was no answer at all. The myriad columns of light that suddenly appeared behind the Holy Light Humans, which suddenly more than tripled the number of meteorites, were his responses.

“Estrada must die, for the holy light must be redeemed. ”

The murmuring old knight again said words that no one could understand, but silently lifted his hammer.

“Our Holy Knight, proud of judging evil, rescuing good, even spreading the path of judgment and holy healing, but in my heart, the most powerful of the Holy Knights has always been... ”

The hammer slipped from his hand and fell on the ground, while the next moment, it was a wall of circular light that surrounded all mortals.

“… Our Holy Knight was born in the Battle of Guardians, and grew up in the Battle of Guardians. Our strongest path has always been the Way of Guardians! ”

The roar of the old man echoed over the entire sky, burning to the extreme soul, expanding the strongest barrier ever, at a time when the rings of light unfolded from the hammer blocked everything, and even angels and gods could not help themselves.

Meteors and columns of light continue to fall, but this wall of life cannot be broken through. It is a curse derived from life, how can it be easily broken through?

And the barrier he erected stood there, and the attack struck without a ripple, as if the Holy Light God's attack was just a pointless mosquito bite.

And he himself still fulfilled his vows...

“Estrada must die, for the holy light must be redeemed. ”

When the guardian shield of life's release covered the sky, the old knight's flesh had landed, but it stood there. Even if the breath of the living had been lost, it would still be like a sculpture of roaring from the sky, and his soul was no longer in the flesh.

“Lord Estrada! ”

“... come on, it's impossible...”

“Whoo-hoo! Lord Estrada! ”

When the crying crowd surrounded the body of the old knight, the incarnation of God in the middle of the sky found that the barrier of light of this intensity had exceeded the limits of the rules of the world, unless the sacrificial incarnation could not be broken down at all, and did not hesitate to leave.

At the same time, the two Oracles have simultaneously issued the headquarters of the Church of the Holy See, stripping Estrada of all its honors, and the entire Expeditionary Army of heresy, rendering it homeless. The most powerful God of Holy Light remains as the heavens and the earth, and everything is forcibly turned back to its original place.

A week later, in front of Roland, it was a white crystal filled with holy light and an old, still faded, silver hammer.

Looking at the ice crystal, looking at the man's last last words, the room fell into a long silence.

After a dark night, after a long period of silence, Roland, a pale face, cautiously picked up the ice crystal and put it in a black box, then closed it and put it in his own world.

And at that point, Heroise saw everything in the box.

Four gaps on the top of the box have been placed in three elemental artifacts, leaving a gap that is noticeable.

Of the four crystal gaps below, there are only three.

The first one is blue water light, the second just arrived, the third one has no crystal except the gap, the crystal was only taken a short time ago, the fourth one is in the same position as the other two ice crystals before they were sent out.

At this time, I looked at the old hammer and gently touched it, but it was a little tired and uneasy...

“Estrada must die, because the holy light must be redeemed... it is my sin... if I do not write...”

“Roland! It's not your fault, it's your mentor's choice! Even without your letter, he would have made the same decision! He's Estrada! ”

I nodded helplessly and shook my head again. Heroise wasn't comforting me. She was telling the truth, but I couldn't deny that I pushed him at the end of the day.

“Roland...”

The unknown black cat jumped off her shoulder and the elf girl with the blonde hair came together, seemingly trying to keep comforting me, but I shook my head again and stood up straight.

“… don't worry, I'm not so fragile, we don't have much time, get ready for the next step. At least, at least…”

Unconsciously blurred by tears, the ideal plan was overwhelmed by a sudden flood of emotions, and before I came and reacted, I knelt down on my instincts to cry.

“Master... Estrada...”

At this moment, there was no cunning natural disaster, Roland, crying on the ground with his knees, just a teenager who had just lost his fatherly mentor.

It was raining suddenly outside, and the pouring rain was passing as fast as time.

Back in the old days, the Prince of Protons couldn't resist in his mind, studying elsewhere alone, even if his psychological age was far more mature than his appearance, his inner restlessness had never been less.

Fortunately, at this age when my father was most eager to love me, he was able to meet Estrada, perhaps a knight with big leaves who could never take care of people, but he made me understand the world with his own actions.

“Little Roland, why are you running away from training and knight training so boring? “

“Che, what age is it? Ancient, chivalrous? Guardian companion? It's a long time ago, okay? It's a time of peace. We have to catch the economy and industry. Gold coins are the biggest. Knight or something, old antiques should be in the museum! ”

So far, I remember the wounded eye and the big hand raised, and I knew I had said the wrong thing, and when I closed my eyes and was about to get slapped, I felt touched over my head.

“... you'll understand later.” The old knight laughed reluctantly, but worried how much I wanted to, and let an elder who was truly good to me show such a look, and I regretted it at the time.

Yes, I understand. When my knight gave his life for me, I understood the value of sacrifice and loyalty. Sometimes, justice and family, home security, and that seemingly ordinary peace of mind dream must all be exchanged for countless lives. The ultimate reward of disaster, when a knight fell in front of me, I understood the meaning of guardianship. Unfortunately, it was too late.

In the turn of bad fortune, I truly understood a world that aspired to the glory of knighthood and sacrifice, not that their thoughts were corrupt and dull, that they did not voluntarily give up a good life and aspire to the so-called glory of war, but that the world was too cruel to allow more people to live without sacrifice.

“We never fear sacrifice, as long as it is worthwhile. Perhaps we will eventually die in a foreign country, even if our names are forgotten… but the world is not so good that it is easy to live, and if someone is destined to sacrifice, at least if we go, we do not have to worry about our loved ones and our homes. ”

Fathers always listen to the annoying “crap”, but only when they grow up, when they often regret it.

“ ……. Master, I'm sorry, I'm sorry... it's all my fault, I... ”

Tears don't seem to stop, maybe I'm not a smart person, at least I've never had feelings for myself before.

“ ……. Every time I was born, I chose to travel the world as a saint. Perhaps, in my heart, I still yearned for a day like that, and it would have been nice if those things hadn't happened to me to be an ordinary saint. ”

Every time, I lost it before I knew how to treasure it, as I did in Lan Guo, as I did in Lisa, every time I “knew” made an extra hole in my heart, but today, the hole in my chest seemed to be incomplete, and if it wasn't for today, I didn't even know I had the function of tears.

Infinite remorse has poured up, and some people can no longer see it.

“Stand up, Roland. What would Estrada think if she saw you like this? It is by trusting you that he has made up his mind and entrusted you with the key to changing the future and despair. ”

Unusual seriousness in Heroise's voice.

“Holy knight or something, I don't understand. But as a mentor, teaching yourself the way, it's all a pleasure. Even though I am doomed to die, the path I have left will last forever. Isn't that the trace of my life? Estrada has more disciples than I do, and even if he falls now, the Holy Knight is destined to walk in his patron path more and more. And that hammer, the holy hammer that chooses its master, why it's in your hands, don't you see? ”

“ ……. The most powerful saints open the way to guardianship? Heritage… ”

I hesitated, a villain like me, to pick up the holy hammer that stands for light and salvation.

“... Stupid! Yes, you've always treated yourself like a villain and an asshole, and yes, you are indeed a full of villains, but you've always saved this shitty world in your own way, and nobody does it better than you! In fact, you have never deviated from the path of guardianship. What other qualifications do you need? ”

I was silent, hesitant, wandering...

“Stupidest! What qualifications do you need to save and protect others?! Holy Light will never give up the help hand, the world needs you, you idiot what hesitation. If you are still worried, ask ‘him’ yourself. Didn't you say that the divine weapon contains the will and soul of generations of masters? ”

With hesitation, my fingertips touched the handle of the old war hammer, and the next moment, a little silver light began to wash the broken hammer, and the sacred lines flashed over the hammer, and the holy glow was lit again, and the whole room was filled with silver light.

“Hallucinations? ”

There seemed to be someone in the hammer singing that immortal war song, the silver phantom showed me the epic of the past, countless heroic legends appeared in front of me, the faces of the spirits appeared in front of me, those familiar and unfamiliar faces smiled at me, my hesitation was redundant, the spirits in the hammer had already recognized me.

“Estrada...”

If not, the most familiar face is among them, at this time, the old knight's eyes with encouragement and tolerance have explained everything, he did not blame me, he did not blame me at all...

“The rest of the way will be tough, but I believe you. ”

And at this point, he expects me to take over this path of guardianship, as in that afternoon of running away from training...

When the phantom of my dreams bubbled, Heroise looked at me with the desired gaze, and it seemed that I had no longer hesitated to make excuses, so I lifted the hammer, "bang” on my shoulder, and from then on, it would become my most trusted partner.

“… for the sake of Holy Light, I had no idea I had another day to say it. ”

“Don't hesitate to pass it on? ”

“Oh, I think too much, the Way of Guardianship, can't be broken. ”

Yes, I believe that as long as there is a day of the Holy Knight, no, as long as there is a day of human existence, the Way of Guardianship from the Fire will never be broken, and my goals will never change.

“… I swear all sacrifices will be worthwhile! All the villains will suffer the evil that they deserve, and the goddamn jihad will definitely end in my hands! ”

Touching the hammer gently, I looked silently out the window at dawn, and there was another relative in the note to remember, who took on a new responsibility while engraving a dead enemy.

“Instructor Estrada, and the god of holy light...”