The Experimental Log of the Crazy Lich

“Holy Light, see that enemy..."

I kneel on one knee and pray faithfully, but not to any god.

Pure holy light, the holy light of salvation, the holy light of the return of chaos to order, I believe in holy light, just as I recognize the law.

There is no justice in power itself, but what power can bring is its value.

Caroline, the Lord of Holy Light, brings the Holy Light to the world, and I despise this divine server, which has no self, and I am hostile to the Church of the Holy Light, which has never despised Holy Light itself.

Because I know the context and practical significance of the birth of Holy Light...

“In a long night, pure light is the only hope for the weak, and even though the messenger who brings the holy light has deteriorated, the holy light still gives the world the power to guard. ”

The golden glow was created in the hands of a tight grip. The light of hope was the light of the guardian, but everything was just beginning.

I have read history, and Caroline brings the Holy Light to the world, and the Church of the Sacred Church was born in a long history, from which emerged the Holy Knight, the Reverend of the Holy Light, to expel the endless dead and the devil, and to shelter the fragile mortal, I revere and even worship such Carolina.

But he fell, after success, giving up on himself, what difference does it make to death...

And even more deadly, when Holy Light lost itself, when the Church of the Holy See lost its righteous guide, pure authority eventually became excessively arrogant, and after the outbreak of the original sin, the Church of the Holy Light and the teachings of the Holy Light had deviated from the original guardianship.

Holy priests no longer march in villages and fields, but merely to heal the hardships of the farmers, to heal the wounds of the warriors who guard the towns, but to live in the cathedral of the majesty, to enjoy the devotion of the farmers, but only to baptize and serve the nobles and kings, to expel those unharmed and elegant little ailments.

And what's more deadly is that when it starts, the authority of the Church of the Holy See falls on the bishops, who can't leave their homes to replace the accumulation of merit, and the helpless who are wasting their time at the Church headquarters can go higher than the frontline bloodshed and sweat.

In the past, the descendants of heroes, based on blood, stood on the first line of battle of the Holy Knight and the Reverend of Holy Light, the practice of devout faith and holy light divinity was replaced by cumbersome religious rituals, the hard-working battle was more than a word. The practice of 10 years of painstaking cultivation was not the praise of a liquor party. Holy Light, as the essence of the Guardian Light, was forgotten by future generations of heroes.

When the glorious man on the cathedral stage is only a teacher in a Chinese robe, when the Pope has changed from a warrior to a politician who is good at speculation, when a true warrior consciously retreats to the rear due to bloodstains, is there something that has deteriorated?

“Since there is no past, there is no present and no future, let us, first of all, trace back to the nature of the Holy Light… the spear of Carolina! ”

What you have in your hand is a sacred object that you asked for from Asteria, the worn iron spear that was used when Caroline, the god of holy light, was still human.

The sharp spear tip of the past has been grinded to dull by time. Undecorated spears are a purely mass-produced weapon, but this spear, accompanied by every moment of Carolina's difficult journey in pursuit of the Holy Light, is his weapon of breaking the difficult and dangerous guardianship and is the highest sacred relic lost in the history of the Church of the Holy See.

I held the iron spear, but did not intend to use him as a weapon, my fingers were drawn at the root of the spear, and the front section was turned to ash in the burning flame of the bear, and the end of the spear fell.

“The sharp tip of the spear has been decayed by time, but the handle of the spear still symbolizes the origin of the holy light… ”

The most holy spear has returned to history, leaving behind only that blinding iron rod tail.

The material of epic weapons is important, but more importantly, the "philosophy” of combining materials and “concepts", which is the theory of the creation of epic weapons and the source of their power.

In the Underworld, the Light of Redemption is the concept of “time”, and my nuclear concept of the Holy Light Martial Arts, nature is also the process of the long river of Holy Light in history, that is, the past, present, future of Holy Light...

The wreckage of an old origins Holy Light vessel, what better way to represent the past of Holy Light!

“The past of the Holy Light is the Guardian Light and has always been… but even in the long night, our Guardian Knight has not forgotten the guide to finding light.

The gripping hands were opened, the glow of piety lit in the palms of the palms, and the ashes of the abyss were dispersed by the columns of light that went straight into the sky.

I love history, because it is only through a familiar reading of history that it can be understood that the knights of Holy Light are still fulfilling their original patronage, even though the high ecclesiastical level has corrupted and spoiled.

The first ancient knights fought to defend their homes and tribes many years ago, and the knights of Holy Light have never been absent since, whenever the world has been devastated and devastated.

And in front of me, that old hammer of guardianship and salvation, floating slowly in the air.

When the sacred flame of destruction and rebirth burned on the hammer, the artifact came to its own end and rebirth. My mood was contradictory, painful, but also joyful, and joyful.

“Even as time passes, the inheritance of the Patronage of the Holy Light has never been lost, that is, the morphological transformation, the self-destruction of the sacred relics, the will of the Patronage of the Patronage will continue...”

The bears' holy flames scattered and remained in the middle of the sky, leaving only the silver hammer of the hammer.

I let go of the handle and it flies up into the sky and hits the hammer.

“Boo!”

The sound of a metal collision, as I hear it, is holy as a holy ringtone, but the demons and demons around them suffer as thunderbolts.

Next, the holy glow ignites the whole world, and everyone, except the holder of the holy light, loses their sight after losing their hearing.

Shalol's just recovered eyes have exploded directly into his own, his ears are filled with a lot of blood, and his body smells more like burning, and those wrecked demons, close to the direct vaporization, far away, will probably save a life.

And not only is the enemy hit hard...

Half a man of purgatory, Makasio, lay on the ground in a painful cry, purgatory demonic prints and organs, burned black grey in the glow, the fallen angel, but covered with black wings crying, flowing on a good face, are all a drop of black blood tears, the arrogant incarnate fallen angel, but full of fear and despair, as if encountering a helpless child in despair.

After a sweep, I could only shake my head helplessly. Now, I don't have the extra energy to help people, not too often.

I probed my hand for a slow falling light ball.

“This… what is this…”

The painful Shalom fell to the ground and had room to ask his own questions, but I had no intention of answering them.

Even if that perforated ear and melted eardrum must not hear anything, manipulating the fusion of both epic materials has exceeded my limits, and speaking has become a luxury.

Touching the light ball, just for a moment, the glow scattered, held in my hand, but a broken sword with only the handle of a sword.

The handle of the sword is the previous handle of the spear, and the upper body of the sword is the part of the hammer.

There is no decoration, there is no need for decoration, cylindrical blade handles, simple and primitive, but they attract the attention of countless supremes.

I lifted the handle of my sword, and the endless light rose behind me, as if there was a sun rising slowly behind me.

“Sure, that's it... ”

Even though the concept and “concept” of the creation of epic weapons have been achieved, the lack of two functional core materials and the lack of a divine artifact of light representative of the “future” can only produce such semi-finished products.

“… but enough is enough! ”

The handle of the sword slowly fell, the front end of the broken sword was empty, but the famous Shalol was in despair, howling and crying, and he knew that when the broken sword fell, his own end had come.

The sword was wielded, and the sight of all was again seized by the glow, and when the glow dissipated and remained in place, only the black ashes that represented the presence of Shalom.

A gust of wind and ashes scattered, formerly a bloody general, has become history.

And that's when I had the leeway to answer Charlotte's query and say the name of the Holy Light in my heart.

“It's the dawn, the dawn of the sword. ”