Chapter 63 The Power of Mortals
In an open space, three hundred mortals who had eaten their fill and rested well for a few days were loudly chanting sacrificial texts in praise of the Lord of the Dawn.
When they recited "willing to dedicate everything to purify evil", a faint holy light emanated from their bodies and then condensed into many human figures composed entirely of light.
Some of these human figures are extremely dazzling and lifelike, while others are dim.
But without exception, they all mastered the power of holy light, and it only took them three days.
However, after the holy light was condensed, many people's hair began to turn white and a few more wrinkles appeared on their faces.
Fanxing looked at the scene in front of her and felt quite satisfied.
This is the purpose of the three hundred mortals. They pay the price of their lives to summon the heavenly guards and quickly transform from weak mortals into powerful warriors.
It is impossible for a mortal to become a qualified warrior in just a few days unless he pays a huge price.
Fanxing brought a magical equipment called the Crown of Faith from the Lion Empire. It can condense the power of faith to open a passage to heaven and borrow the power of holy light. It is a replica of the real artifact, the Crown of Losander.
These three hundred people did not disappoint Fanxing. After listening to the teachings of the Lord of Dawn, they all became believers of this god. Perhaps their faith was not devout enough, but the Lord of Dawn would never deceive you. The response of the power of holy light was the best proof.
If your faith is not devout enough or you don't have enough time to train, that's no problem. As long as you are willing, you can summon the power of holy light and perform magic at the cost of your life.
Summon the celestial guards, this was the advice the stars gave them.
With a lifespan of about ten years, he can control these heavenly guards to fight for twenty minutes.
Each of the Heavenly Guardians is an elite warrior who has been through many battles. They are composed entirely of holy light energy, are immune to most low-level magic, have no vital parts, are fearless of death, and more importantly, can restrain most of the undead.
Fanxing did not hide the side effects of this practice at all.
In order to activate this imitation artifact, the sacrifice must be completely voluntary. It is useless to use spells to brainwash them or force them to sacrifice.
The Lord of the Morning rejects human sacrifice, but does not reject self-sacrifice.
These mortals were all well aware of the consequences, but their lifespan was only ten years. If a person was well fed and well clothed, he could live at least sixty years. However, as a serf or the people under the rule of these lords, the average lifespan was no more than thirty years.
What's wrong with using a life that doesn't belong to you to exchange for a brighter future? This is also the reason why Fanxing only wants young and strong people. Those who are too old have no life to sacrifice and will die directly during practice.
"Release your consciousness and merge with the will of the Heavenly Guardians. You will be able to master the skills that have been honed over a long period of time. Remember, every second of this is earned with your life. Any laziness or delay will consume your life and reduce your chances of survival. If you want to survive and become a real human again, then give it your all."
Fanxing instructs the mortal very seriously on how to control the projection of the celestial guard, without wasting any second.
These hundreds of blurry figures began to perform various tactical moves under the command of Fanxing. In less than a minute, those sluggish movements became smooth. They had completely mastered the method of controlling the projection of the Heavenly Guard.
Finally, under the command of Fanxing, these celestial guards completely merged together and turned into a ten-meter-tall giant of light.
The platinum-colored giant sword was swung, and the holy light gushed out like a cannon, cutting a hundred-meter-long crack in the ground.
Although it can only hit once, this giant of light should be enough to deal with those annoying low-level undead. Creatures like skeleton zombies are nothing but cannon fodder no matter how many of them come.
If this lich was a little weaker, the Giant of Light could even split the castle gate open directly, allowing Fanxing and the others to enter.
The only pity is that the two adventurers who went to explore the castle have not returned yet, and it seems that they are in great danger.
"Tomorrow at noon, we will begin to attack the castle of the undead. Success or failure depends on this. Don't worry, I will charge with you when the time comes."
Fanxing asked everyone to go back and rest. After all the mortals had left, a holy warrior beside him walked up to Fanxing and said, "Captain, that kid named Geronimo is very talented. Do you want to send him back alone?"
What this means is that Geronimo should not be allowed to go to the war, but should be sent directly back to Ryan for training. It won't take long for him to become a qualified paladin and he won't need to rely on self-mutilation to use the power of holy light.
Fanxing knew that his companions were not wrong. Geronimo's talent was indeed very good. His control over holy light was much stronger than that of ordinary people, with less consumption, and the heavenly guards he condensed were also more powerful.
But Fanxing shook his head and said, "No need. One less person's strength means they have one less chance of survival. I promised to let them fight for the future. I can't exempt Geronimo from this test just because he has better talent. Humans should bathe in the holy light fairly. However, if this kid can really survive, I will train him personally and make him a member of the Knights of Judgment."
"Well, we also need to take a good rest. We will start the first attack at noon tomorrow. I hope to eliminate this lich in one charge."
Fanxing brought everyone back to the Alchemy City, asked others to rest, and went to the Iron Slag Embers Bar again.
Tomorrow will be his first time to defeat the legendary undead, and even though this young paladin has tried everything to ensure victory, he is still a little nervous as the battle is approaching.
Fanxing needs to have a drink and go to the bar to ask for some information. Maybe he will get some good results.
There is no mistake in the poem, post, content, and read the book on 6, 9, and bar!
Walking on Southern Cross Street again, there seemed to be more pedestrians on the road this time, but many of them were alien races other than humans, and they looked at the holy warrior Fanxing with unfriendly eyes.
Fanxing was already used to it, so she ignored the hostile looks and walked into the bar.
There were indeed more guests tonight, and the bar was only half full, but it was still very quiet, as if everyone had a lot on their mind.
Fanxing didn't think there was anything wrong. During the past few days in Alchemy City, he had seen too many people with heavy hearts. After all, the economic environment was not very good, so naturally everyone looked unhappy.
Walking to the bar, Fanxing said to the orc bartender, "As usual, two glasses of rum."
Fanxing has come here almost every day these days and has become quite familiar with the orc bartender. Although he still doesn't like the other person's race, Fanxing has been able to speak to him without any discrimination, which is very rare.
The orc bartender poured him a glass of rum as usual, and then asked, "You're alone again today. Why don't you bring more people to take care of the business? I heard that you bought hundreds of slaves."
Fanxing laughed and said, "Your crappy bar is such a rip-off. I can still afford to drink alone, but if there are three hundred people drinking, I will have to pawn my armor."
The orc bartender cleaned the bottles one by one, placed them on the bar without any fireworks, and responded casually: "Then you should also bring your paladin companions with you. Drinking alone every time is too stingy for a boss."
After saying that, the orc bartender poured Fanxing another glass.
"They're not free today, but maybe we'll come over for a good drink tomorrow." Fanxing finished his rum again, and then said, "Is there any discount today? Why are there so many people?"
The orc bartender sighed and did not answer Fanxing's question. Instead, he said to him, "As a boss, you still can't be too stingy. Otherwise, if you really encounter an accident, no one will be able to save you."
Fanxing just felt something was wrong and suddenly felt dizzy... Oh no, those two glasses of wine were poisonous!
(End of this chapter)