Chapter 438 The Immortal Rakshasa

In the Great Temple in Tbilisi, Henkel recounted his experiences. For over half an hour, the three knight commanders remained silent, their faces filled with disbelief.

"I was sent to Tbilisi by Commander Kalinin to deliver a message. I had just left the city when I was ambushed by the enemy. The Rakshasa cavalry, together with elite orc warriors, launched a fierce attack on my troops!"

"My soldiers are brave; they charged forward fearlessly... but... the enemy is far more ferocious than I imagined..."

“Lani was a priestess with exceptional talent, and Jesley was the youngest official knight among us… They’re both dead… They were so young…”

Henkel's once resolute gaze turned to pain, self-blame, confusion, and a hint of fear.

"Our judgment was flawed. We targeted the orc warriors as our primary objective, but we never expected... that terrifying person was hidden among the Rakshasa."

“He’s not human. I pierced his chest with my lance, but I still couldn’t stop him from tearing Brades’ head off.”

"Braders' blood was splattered all over the ground, and my lance was stuck in the murderer's body, but not a drop of blood flowed out. He proudly waved Braders' head at me, as if... mocking my incompetence!"

"They have human appearances and wear the armor of Rakshasa officers, but they are more like... unkillable demons."

Henkel's eyes were filled with fear; clearly, the scene had left a deep mark on this resolute knight.

"We began our escape. The holy Templar Knights had somehow lost their fighting spirit, and during the escape, we discovered that the orcs were all obeying the orders of that Rakshasa officer! This is simply unbelievable..."

No wonder Henkel was shocked. There were very few cultivators among the Rakshasa, and most of them were top Rakshasa nobles or even royalty. But even top Rakshasa nobles could not command the elite warriors of the orc race.

Just like a large wolf facing a weak tiger, you can kill it, but you can never make it submit.

"We could never shake off those Rakshasa and Orc warriors. The two races learned to cooperate. The Rakshasa cavalry would harass and hold us back, and then the Orc warriors would pounce on us and tear us apart!"

"But the most terrifying one was that Rakshasa officer. Neither the piercing of sharp spears nor the shock of heavy warhammers could cause him any harm... It wasn't until the very end that we found a glimmer of hope!"

"Lani was still very young, and we always protected her. But after seeing so many older brothers and uncles die tragically, she bravely rushed forward and burned herself... She transformed into a dazzling holy light... Waaah... Waaah..."

Henkel couldn't help but sob: "Why didn't I think of that sooner? Holy Light can dispel all evil, and I am a Great Knight, I can gather enough Holy Light!"

"Lani inflicted great damage on that demon. He roared and commanded his orc warriors to charge at us and kill us. My men covered for me and I escaped. I must send the message back: the Rakshasa are no longer vassals of the orcs. Their cunning combined with the orcs' ferocity is truly terrifying!"

Inside the Great Temple in Tbilisi, Wenger, Rick, and the others listened to Heinkel's story and looked at Elder Hines. They felt that everything had happened too suddenly and was not real!

Elder Hines remained silent for a long time before asking seriously, "Henkel, are you sure that strange Rakshasa officer is not afraid of swords and spears, but only of holy light?"

"Elder Hines, I swear on the name of my entire family that every word I have said is true!"

Hines exchanged glances with the other knights and then fell into deep thought.

The temple's cultivation method involves absorbing the power of the Holy Spirits in the world into one's body to strengthen oneself. Once one's cultivation reaches a certain level, one can release the power of the Holy Spirits, which can be transformed into invisible killing weapons or into dazzling holy light.

Holy Light is a unique feature of the Temple, but apart from dealing with vampires, it doesn't have particularly strong destructive power. Most of the time, it's actually used to boost morale and heal injuries.

If Henkel's statement is true, then a variant similar to the vampires has appeared among the Rakshasa.

"Wenger, go back to the temple! Tell Elder Ashif everything. We need... the help of the Light!"

"You mean... Princess Elisa?"

"Wenger, if you think your niece is suitable, I have no objection!"

"Uh! I understand, Elder Hines. I will convey your opinion to the Grand Elder!"

If there is any exorcising power in this world more powerful than the Holy Light, it is the purest light, and there are two people in the Temple who have comprehended the mysteries of light.

One is the newly crowned Saintess Elisa, and the other is the former Saintess Heatherine, who abdicated to become a Temple Elder!

Two months ago, Elisa Stellia, a candidate for sainthood, finally comprehended the mystery of light and became qualified to succeed as saint.

Although her cultivation level was rather low, when the purest light emanated from her hands, everyone remained silent, watching as Heatherine handed over the seal and other items symbolizing the saintess to Elisa.

The scene was very eerie. Heather was a ball of light, and people could only see her purity and holiness, without being able to make out her face or figure.

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