Path of Light.

Chapter 604 Chapter 605. Hunting War
The priests of the Temple of the Statue of Liberty in the expeditionary force were able to enter the heart of the dark land to fight because they carried with them holy vessels imbued with the divinity of the Statue of Liberty.

These holy vessels were originally sacred vessels placed in the Statue of Liberty temples in various places. However, when the high priests prayed, the holy light of the Statue of Liberty would descend and occasionally use these sacred vessels as a carrier. Therefore, these seemingly ordinary sacred vessels were tainted with a hint of divinity and thus exuded the power of holy light at all times.

By praying next to the holy vessel for a long time, the priest can not only maintain his own power of holy light, but also slowly restore the power of holy light.

The sacred vessel of the Statue of Liberty in Castletown is the Holy Grail of Wisdom. It was with this Holy Grail of Wisdom that High Priest Reed left Castletown and came to Golfito.

The priests who believed in the Statue of Liberty, although they possessed the power of holy light, their ability to absorb the power of holy light from the outside world gradually weakened during the process of practice.

Their main path to advancement is to pray devoutly to the Statue of Liberty and wait for the goddess to send down her holy light. They will break through the bottleneck and be promoted at the moment the holy light is infused into their bodies.

But Roy is a heretic in the Statue of Liberty. Actually, he cannot be called a heretic because when he became an apprentice priest, the Statue of Liberty had already disappeared. Roy did not feel the holy light of the Statue of Liberty at all, so he did not believe in the Statue of Liberty.

Since the day he became an apprentice priest, Roy relied on his keen perception to absorb the holy light particles. Later, his perception and the sacred aura in his body formed a special force in his body, which was a holy light seed.

After becoming an apprentice priest, every time Roy was promoted to a higher level, a root would grow from the Holy Light Seed.

After he broke through the bottleneck and became a priest, the seed finally broke through the ground and turned into a tree of holy light.

From then on, he embarked on a completely different path from the other priests of the Statue of Liberty.

Roy always thought that he was different from the priests of the Statue of Liberty, but as he went deeper into the dark land, as the power of holy light in his body became less and less, his body became weaker and weaker. Roy finally realized how important those holy artifacts were to the priests in the dark land.

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Although the power of holy light in Roy's body was gradually weakening, he would still use the holy light to purify the dark aura on his team members along the way to prevent them from being eroded by the dark aura.

In fact, it stands to reason that the second-level warriors in the adventure group cannot be corroded by the dark energy.

All the strong men who were infected by the dark aura were almost all infected by it when they were out hunting or fighting...

So when Roy became weak, Great Swordsman Alvin deliberately reduced the number of members going out hunting privately.

It’s just that the purpose of some second-level strongmen entering the Dark Land is to make a fortune before the Dark Portal is closed, so they are certainly unwilling to change their hunting plans easily.

Roy had been having a hard time recently. Sometimes he would just pour the holy water in the water bag over his head...

After killing the dark creatures, the monster materials and soul crystals were naturally put into the demon hunter's pocket.

Byron Thor couldn't even bear to watch it anymore.

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After passing a wilderness full of gravel, walking further forward will turn into a desert formed by a large amount of black fine sand. If you step into the fine sand, the fine sand will swallow your entire calf. If you want to pull it out and move forward, it will consume a lot of physical strength.

The road ahead is becoming increasingly difficult.

Under the dark red sky, the adventure team increased their rest time from once a day to three times a day.

In the temporary camp, everyone sat together, trying to get a good rest in the limited time before continuing on their journey.

Byron Thor came to the side of the Great Swordsman Alvin and whispered to him:
"Great Swordsman Alvin, Roy's condition is not very good at the moment. His Holy Light Power is continuously decreasing. I am worried that he will use up all the Holy Light Power before arriving at the Isnes Expeditionary Force camp. So can we reduce the number of times we purify the dark energy every day?"

Great Swordsman Alvin nodded and responded:

"I'll make some adjustments and try to prevent them from being contaminated by the dark energy. Does Roy have any good solutions?"

"We are actively looking for ..."

Byron Thor replied.

At this time, a powerful Silver Moon Elf ran back to the camp quickly, tore off the magic cloak on his body, ran to the side of Alvin the Great Swordsman panting, and said to Alvin the Great Swordsman very proudly:

"Alvin, we found another horror monster ahead, and we have conducted a detailed investigation around it. There are no other high-level dark monsters around, so we are going to hunt this horror monster down."

The Silver Moon Elf came to the side of the Great Swordsman Alvin, and a strong aura appeared around him...

Great Swordsman Alvin hesitated for a moment. He glanced at Roy and saw that Roy did not show any resistance, so he said:

"Then you guys be careful and try not to be contaminated by the dark aura of the Dread Devil. After hunting down the Dread Devil, you must come back as soon as possible. We will continue along this road and try to meet up at the next rest area."

"Got it. We will catch up as soon as possible." The powerful Silver Moon Elf said confidently.

Just as the Silver Moon Elf turned around and prepared to leave, Roy suddenly stood up and said to the Silver Moon Elf:
"Please wait a moment. I also want to see the fear monster. Is that okay?"

The powerful Silver Moon Elf was slightly startled and was about to refuse, but he saw that the person who made the request happened to be the only priest in the team.

"Roy, given your current physical condition, are you sure you can go out and hunt dark creatures?" The Silver Moon Elf said tactfully, "I don't mean anything else. I'm just worried that your physical strength won't be able to keep up, which will make your physical condition worse..."

Although the powerful Silver Moon Elf did not refuse outright, an expression of rejection was already visible on his face.

Roy also smiled faintly and said:

"If you don't use divine magic, there won't be any problem. I brought a lot of physical potions this time. After all, I will be staying in the Dark Gate Expedition Camp for a long time, so I want to see the dark beasts."

Although he didn't know what Roy's intention was, Byron Thor still made an assist from the side:

"Do you think Roy could join?"

The powerful Silver Moon Elf smiled awkwardly.

He knew very well that if he didn't want to lose the help of the priest during the long journey, he had to agree even if it meant gritted his teeth.

"...Of course, you are welcome to join us!"

As he said this, he walked up to Roy and extended his right hand to him with a kind look on his face.

Roy shook hands with the Silver Moon Elf and responded with a smile.

Byron Thor looked at his friends and said:

"Linglan Bronzebeard, you go with Roy and make sure he is safe."

Linglan Bronzebeard didn't even think about it and agreed directly: "Don't worry, leave it to me!" So, in the four-person hunting team of the Silver Moon Elves, there were two more members: a young half-elf and a strong dwarf.

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"let's go!"

The six members were wearing magic cloaks and left the main group after a command from the powerful Silver Moon Elf, and silently walked through the black sand dunes.

Before setting off, Roy tied two flippers like palm leaf fans on the soles of his feet.

These were two pieces of very rough hard leather, which Roy had cut into the shape of a sole using a skinning knife. However, these two hard-skin flippers were at least ten times larger than the sole.

This way, Roy wouldn't sink when he stepped on the soft sand.

He could stand on the sand easily and walk much more easily.

The dwarf Linglan Bronzebeard found the flippers that Roy had modified very interesting, so he asked Roy to prepare a pair for him. After all, he was a short-legged dwarf, and he was wearing heavy armor. When he walked on the soft sand, it was like he was rolling in the sand...

Roy quickly carved out another pair of flippers.

Seeing Roy and the dwarf shield warrior who were lagging behind wearing strange shoes and walking easily on the sand, the elf ranger in the front with a longbow on his back couldn't help but complain:

“Humans just like to create things that are inexplicable.”

The Silver Moon Elf's face showed no emotion, but at this moment he shouted in a low voice:
"Be careful with your words. He is a half-elf. He is at least half elven!"

The elf ranger in front said unconvincedly: "What if the other half is a half-elf?"

Another Elf Sword Dancer took the opportunity to interject, "I heard that his mother is a Silver Moon Elf carving master, and he is the only priest in the team, so it's better not to make such jokes in the future."

"Okay!" The Elf Ranger's expression changed and he agreed in a low voice.

Then the team fell into silence, and Roy and the dwarf Linglan Bronzebeard quickly caught up from behind.

The group climbed over a not-so-steep black sand dune and pointed to a dark area below the dune. The Silver Moon Elf said,

"Everyone keep quiet! The prey is just ahead..."

It seemed that the prey was still far away. The Silver Moon Elf stopped at this position because he wanted Roy to watch from a distance...

Roy readily agreed, then found a sand pit and lay down, from where he could vaguely see the dark area below.

Linglan Bronzebeard naturally stayed with Roy.

The four hunting members walked quickly forward. They were scared away along the hillside and almost slid down the sand dunes. As they rushed down, they formed a large encirclement net.

However, the observation point is still a bit far from the ambush point.

Roy could only see their blurry figures, but could no longer see the fear monster in the dark area.

Lanling Bronzebeard couldn't help but complain: "I think they are worried that we will share their spoils, so they arranged us so far away. I really hope that the horror monster can escape from their siege, so that these stingy guys will get nothing..."

"Uncle Linglan Bronzebeard, if it were on the Elf Continent, what level of monster would the fear monster be equivalent to?" Roy asked curiously.

"It's roughly equivalent to a level 4 monster, but they are much more powerful in the Dark Land than in the Elf Continent. If you see a monster that can breathe out black air and has countless pairs of eyes all over its body, like a puddle of mud, it is a fear monster. You must stay away from it as soon as possible."

Linglan Bronzebeard said to Roy very seriously.

"Well, I see."

"Hey? What on earth is that elf ranger doing? Oh my god... they really haven't surrounded the fear monster!" Linglan Bronzebeard widened his bell-like eyes and couldn't help but look down.

Roy could only see a very blurry battle scene. His current eyesight was far inferior to that of the dwarf Linglan Bronzebeard.

However, at this time he could still see some chaos below. The elven sword dancer had already released his "power". On the dark battlefield, the shadow of an elven female warrior appeared behind the elven sword dancer. The shadow of the elven female warrior's body was constantly rippling, and then the shadow and the sword dancer merged into one, slashing at the fleeing fear monster with a sword.

This sword directly split the dark horror monster in half...

However, just after the fear monster was split into two halves, its body suddenly broke apart and turned into countless floating black mists. Then the black mists gathered together again in front of the sword dancer, forming a restored fear monster.

Its body suddenly swelled and it pounced towards the elven sword dancer.

The powerful Silver Moon Elf caught up from behind. He jumped high, and the two swords in his hands burst out with a dazzling sword light, which were like two balls of light in his hands.

The body of the fear monster had become extremely thin after it expanded. It was attacked from behind by the Silver Moon Elf, and its body was immediately shredded into rags by the two sword lights...

Most of the dark aura turned into pieces of cloth in the sword energy and fell at the feet of the Silver Moon Elf warrior. However, a wisp of dark aura took the opportunity to rush out. It condensed together again, and the black mist had become extremely thin, but there were still faint patterns of two eyes on its back.

It was like a black scarf floating in the air, quickly drifting towards Roy.

Linglan Bronzebeard also noticed the escape route of the fear monster immediately. He stood up from the sand pit suddenly, and black sand continued to flow down his armor...

The dwarf uncle raised a heavy tower shield, and the moment the fear monster approached the two of them, the raised shield and the hammer in his other hand collided violently.

'when……'

With a loud bang, a silver arc of electricity was actually created between the hammer and the shield.

The electric arc made a crackling sound like popping beans and instantly penetrated into a wisp of dark mist. The black mist was stimulated by the electric arc to emit wisps of green smoke.

However, the dark monster was stronger than expected. Just when Roy thought that Uncle Linglan Bronzebeard had defeated the remaining fear monster, he did not expect that there was a sharp arrow in the layers of black air, shooting directly at Roy.

Roy was completely dumbfounded at this moment. He didn't expect the fear monster to be so tenacious. The last remaining trace of its soul actually chose Roy and flew directly towards him.

Roy also realized the great danger, and his hand reflexively opened the Book of Judgment on his waist.

A small silver hammer flew out from the pages of the book and hit the sharp arrow condensed from the black mist steadily. The black arrow was immediately knocked to the ground...

(End of this chapter)