His voice was loud and firm, filled with unquestionable loyalty and a sense of mission.
The surrounding Holy Knights silently followed their Inquisitor, kneeling in unison on one knee, the cold rustling of their armor blending into a chilling, ominous sound.
Dozens of eyes, burning with faith and fighting spirit, gazed devoutly and fervently at Lind on horseback through the gaps in his visor.
Linde's gaze slowly swept over these knights who were ready to die.
He needs their strength to clean up the lair, and he also needs to maintain his supreme image as the "oracle".
He nodded slightly, his voice carrying a deliberate solemnity, as if it came from a lofty realm:
"Lord of the Light Veins, you watch over your courage and loyalty."
He slowly raised his right hand, palm facing upward.
The next moment, pure, boundless light veins containing the immense power of order burst forth from his palm as if they were tangible!
This power was not an aggressive torrent, but transformed into countless warm and dazzling golden-white light threads, as if they had a life of their own, precisely penetrating into the bodies of each kneeling Holy Punishment Knight, and also enveloping Priest's entire body!
"In the name of the Oracle, I bestow the blessing of the Lord of the Light Veins!"
Linde's voice, like a resounding bell, echoed through the silent ravine:
"This blessing will greatly enhance your bodies and the power of holy light for one hour, making your swords sharper and your shields stronger! May the veins of light guide you to cleanse the darkness!"
As the light entered their bodies, all the Holy Punishment Knights shuddered violently! An indescribable power, as scorching as molten lava yet as pure as a clear spring, instantly filled every corner of their bodies!
The fatigue vanished, and the muscles were filled with explosive power. The holy light power that was flowing in the body was injected with a catalyst, becoming more surging, active, and even carrying a hint of sacred heat than ever before!
They felt their senses had become sharper and their will stronger, as if they were truly bathed in divine grace!
Pres felt an unprecedented surge of power within him, and an unprecedentedly strong resonance between the Holy Symbol and his own holy light. He was so excited that he could hardly contain himself.
He raised his head, his eyes beneath the visor burning with an almost fanatical flame of faith, his voice trembling slightly with excitement:
"Divine grace is as vast as the sea! The Holy Knights swear to fight for the Lord of the Light Veins! Until death do us part! The purification of filth begins now!"
He suddenly stood up and drew the greatsword from his waist! A dense, almost tangible golden-white holy light erupted from the blade, as if he were holding a miniature sun!
He no longer needed to say anything; he pointed his greatsword fiercely at the entrance of the abandoned palace, which resembled a gaping maw of an abyss!
"For the Light Vein! For the Oracle! Kill—!!!"
"kill--!!!"
The deafening battle roar instantly shattered the deathly silence of the rift valley!
Dozens of Holy Knights, blessed by the gods, charged into the dark and decaying palace entrance with overwhelming force, like dozens of ignited silver meteors, carrying surging holy light and boundless killing intent!
Priss took the lead, his figure instantly swallowed by the darkness inside.
Linde sat quietly on his horse, watching the last knight's figure disappear into the shadows of the palace.
The solemnity on his face vanished instantly, leaving only a cold calm.
He gently patted the restless warhorse, his gaze fixed on the deep entrance, as if piercing through layers of barriers and directly "seeing" the ultimate collision of light and darkness about to erupt deep underground.
Beneath the palace, deep underground.
The intrusion of the Holy Knights was like throwing a red-hot iron into a filthy swamp!
The air in the underground space was thick and foul, filled with a strong stench of blood, sulfur, disinfectants, and rotting flesh.
The enormous cavern had been transformed into a terrifying laboratory: crystal lamps emitting a ghastly green light were embedded in the walls, illuminating rows of huge, transparent tanks filled with a viscous purple "source substance" solution below!
The jars were filled with distorted, inhuman, and even multi-limbed and multi-headed fused monsters! Some of them were asleep, while others stared with empty or pained eyes, unconsciously pounding against the jar walls.
The thick pipes connecting the tanks meandered like a giant python, eventually converging in the center of the cave to a huge, complex alchemical furnace constructed of some kind of black metal.
Beneath the furnace, a bottomless, enormous pool of blood churned with dark red foam, emitting a nauseating, sweet-smelling stench.
In the shadows of the cave, between the towering jars, and even at the edge of the blood pool, countless dark figures silently wriggled and emerged—those were the Shadow Abyss Splits!
They come in all shapes and sizes; some resemble twisted human shadows, others multi-legged reptiles, and still others floating chunks of flesh covered in sharp teeth!
They emanate a dense shadow energy, cold, filthy, and full of malice!
"Lackeys of the Light?! How did they find this place?!"
A sharp, piercing sound, like the friction of metal, rang out from the high platform behind the furnace.
A bishop of the Shadow Abyss, dressed in a ceremonial robe inlaid with purplish-black crystals and with a face as withered as a skeleton, stared in shock and anger at the torrent of holy light rushing in below.
His answer was Pris's thunderous roar and a dazzling holy light that tore through the darkness!
"For the Light Vein! Purify!!!"
The greatsword in Priss's hand transformed into a golden-white lightning bolt that pierced through the darkness, slashing fiercely at the nearest giant jar!
Before the sword even arrived, the holy light shockwave, imbued with divine purification power, had already taken the first step!
Boom—!!!
The sturdy, specially made glass shattered under the impact of the holy light! A thick, foul-smelling purple "source substance," mixed with broken tissue and the severed limbs of monsters, gushed out!
The three-headed, scale-covered monster inside the jar let out a shrill scream, and its exposed body quickly turned charred and carbonized!
"roar--!!!"
"hiss--!!!"
The Holy Knights were like tigers among sheep! Their movements were lightning fast, and their strength was astonishing!
Their bodies, enhanced by Linde's "blessing," allowed them to ignore the mental erosion and physical attacks of most of the split entities!
Holy light flowed across the heavy, silver-white armor, easily deflecting the corrosive shadow breath and the tearing claws!
The knights wielded their greatswords, warhammers, and halberds with a will to purify everything with each swing! Golden-white holy light clung to their weapons like burning flames, easily tearing apart the shadow energy-based bodies of the split entities! The struck split entities let out shrill screams, melting and vaporizing rapidly in the holy light like ice blocks thrown into a furnace!
"Stop them! Activate the 'Final Sequence'! Release all test subjects!"
The bishop on the high platform roared madly, waving his staff inlaid with a huge amethyst.
More fragments surged from the shadows, like a black tide crashing down on the Holy Knight.
At the same time, the enormous tanks automatically opened their gates! The viscous "source matter" poured down like a waterfall, and the monsters immersed in it opened their scarlet or eerie green eyes, bursting out of their restraints with ferocious bestiality and twisted pain, roaring as they pounced on the knight who emanated an aura of holy light that they loathed!
The battle instantly intensified!
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