Path of Light.

Chapter 605 Chapter 606. Best time to travel
A small silver hammer wrapped in holy light circled and flew towards the sharp arrow in the black fog.

'Hammer of Justice'

The Hammer of Judgment, which was powerful enough to make even the soul dizzy, flew out of the Book of Judgment and instantly knocked the sharp arrow to the ground.

The dwarf uncle Linglan Bronzebeard also turned around and strode over, but when he saw Roy swinging a small silver hammer in his hand, he also slowed down his pace...

Only when the soul is extremely weak can purification be used to purify those weak souls.

The black mist arrow in front of Roy fell to the ground, and the black smoke immediately dissipated.

'Purification'

Roy drew a simple divine pattern, and as he recited a prayer, a beam of holy light completely covered the black smoke, and countless claws struggling outward appeared in the smoke.

But no matter how it struggled, it could not escape the beam of holy light that fell from the sky.

Until the last wisp of black air disappeared in the holy light, a translucent soul body rushed out from the dark breath before eyes, and the souls of humans, elves, dwarves, and orcs peeled off from this soul body and kept floating into the dark red sky.

Roy's legs went weak and he sat down on the soft sand.

He could clearly feel that the Holy Light power in his body was on the verge of exhaustion, and the Holy Light tree was withering rapidly.

He hurriedly took out a water bag, uncorked it, and gulped down a mouthful of holy water, hoping that it would restore a bit of the power of holy light. However, the effect of the holy water was too weak. He could only watch as all the flowers of light on the tree of holy light in his body withered and golden leaves fell one after another.

The dwarf uncle was holding a thorium warhammer and looking around vigilantly.

The soul of the fear monster was completely purified, and the dark aura it brought with it continued to dissipate in the wilderness...

The dark aura was in an extremely unstable state. The magic vortex that kept spinning around Roy actually sucked some of the dark aura in. Roy was powerless to stop it at this time.

When the roots of the Holy Light Tree were contaminated by the dark energy, Roy thought that the Holy Light Tree would wither faster.

But something Roy didn't expect actually happened. The roots of the Holy Light Tree absorbed the unstable dark energy. As the dark energy gradually disappeared, the entire Holy Light Tree actually emitted some extremely pure holy light...

The curled golden leaves were slowly unfolding, and the withered flowers of light were blooming again at a speed visible to the naked eye.

The flowers of light emitted a faint holy light, which fell on Roy's body...

A purer holy light power inexplicably appeared in Roy's body, and even the sacred aura formed an invisible light film on the surface of his skin.

Countless roots of the Holy Light Tree penetrated directly into the magic vortex, and the magic vortex surrounding Roy began to continuously devour the unstable dark energy of the surrounding Naxi. Most of this dark energy was emitted from the body of the fear monster after its death.

Now, the Holy Light Tree in Roy's body treated it as nutrients and quickly absorbed it. In just a few minutes, the entire Holy Light Tree not only regained its vitality, but all the flowers of light on the tree bloomed. The sacred aura that was emitted from the flowers of light continued to flow into Roy's body.

Roy stood up from the sand...

He raised his hands, and a layer of light golden holy light appeared on his hands.

At this time, Roy finally felt the elemental body that the great magician Dalakli mentioned.

It is said that when the elemental affinity is fully saturated, the magician will possess an elemental body. At this time, the magician will have the qualifications to become a second-level powerhouse, but he only has the qualifications.

Roy now felt very clearly that his hands seemed to have been assimilated by the holy light. He didn't even need to draw divine patterns or recite prayers. He just gently twisted his thumb and index finger, and a ball of holy light floated out from the palm of his hand.

"Roy, are you okay?"

The dwarf uncle asked with some concern.

Although Roy didn't look like anything was wrong, he still asked with great concern.

Roy looked at Linglan Bronzebeard with gratitude. This dwarf uncle was not only extremely powerful, but also had a kind heart...

"I recovered suddenly. Now I feel good and full of energy!" Roy responded in a low voice.

Linglan Tongxu widened his eyes, and after a moment's silence, he said in a muffled voice:

"You may have advanced again. The Holy Light Power that has been accumulated in your body has suddenly burst out, allowing your body to recover. You are really lucky!"

Roy was stunned...

I just got promoted to level 15, but I didn’t feel anything at all.

He couldn't help but look at his hands again. This time, his hands had recovered from their translucent sacred state.

Not long after, the Silver Moon Elf finally cleaned up the battlefield and arrived with three followers. When he saw Roy, he asked curiously:

"Just now, the last remnant of the fear monster fled over here. Did you see it?"

In fact, they made some mistakes in the battle, and they naturally saw the fear monsters fleeing towards this side.

Now they are asking this question even though they already know the answer, because they also want to know the whereabouts of the remaining soul of the fear monster.

The dwarf Linglan Bronzebeard stood beside Roy, raised his head and said bluntly:

"It crashed, and then the remaining soul was purified by Roy, but nothing was left."

The dwarf Greenland Bronzebeard didn't say a word more.

The powerful Silver Moon Elf did not continue the conversation. After all, there were some mistakes when they killed the fear monster just now, and they also got the dark monster materials. If they talked a few more words, once they talked about the distribution of the dark monster materials, the atmosphere might become awkward.

At this time, they naturally had to join up with the main force as soon as possible.

So the group of six got together, and since no one was seriously injured, they set off again and headed to the agreed destination.

……

The black desert has no end in sight. If it weren't for the broken road signs along the way, they would probably get lost in this endless desert.

Walking in the desert is very tiring.

But this time, the dwarf Linglan Bronzebeard and Roy were very calm, and Roy no longer looked sickly...

On the way, the Silver Moon Elf looked at the endless sea of ​​sand, licked his dry lips, and said to the five people following behind him: "We have walked for so long, let's take a rest first."

This time, Roy did not sit down on the soft sand, but did some stretching exercises. Since he did not need to drink holy water anymore, he did not need to save his stomach. As long as he could drink one more sip, he would fill himself up with water...

Now he could sit down and eat a handful of breadfruit. He sprinkled some salt on the breadfruit to make it taste sweeter. The dwarf uncle was guarding beside Roy. It must be said that the dwarf's physical strength was really strong. No matter how he walked, except for his short legs and slow speed, he would not show any signs of fatigue...

Just as Roy was pinching the breadfruit and putting it into his mouth, he noticed that the Silver Moon Elf Sword Dancer had untied the shoulder armor and chest armor of his heavy armor, revealing a shallow scratch on his shoulder. Although the wound was not big, there was some dark energy around the wound.

Seeing Roy's concerned look, the Silver Moon Elf Sword Dancer smiled at him politely and did not invite him to purify the dark energy.

Maybe he knew that Roy wasn't in a very good condition recently.

The dark aura clearly corroded his shoulder, and he simply sprinkled a bottle of antidote on his shoulder and seemed to be bandaging the wound hastily.

Roy stood up and walked over, saying to the Elf Ranger who was helping to bandage the wound, "Let me do it!"

The Elf Ranger immediately gave up his position and looked at Roy with a strange expression.

A ball of holy light appeared in Roy's palm again. Perhaps because the affinity of holy light was greatly improved, Roy no longer needed to draw divine runes when performing purification. The prayer was even spoken vaguely, but a ray of holy light shone on the shoulder of the Silver Moon Elf Sword Dancer.

'Purification'

The dark energy on the wound quickly dissipated, and Roy skillfully used a short dagger to remove the flesh that had been mutated by the dark energy. He took out a crochet hook with a piece of thin thread from the medical bag and sutured the wound in no time.

Finally, Roy applied some hemostatic ointment and said to the Elf Sword Dancer:

"Try not to get the wound wet within two days to avoid infection."

"Okay, that's enough."

Roy packed up his medical kit quickly and returned to sit next to Linglan Bronzebeard with a normal look on his face.

The dwarf Linglan Bronzebeard was putting his iron boots back on his feet. At this time, he couldn't help but ask Roy:

"You don't mind them distancing themselves from you? And you're helping them get rid of the dark energy..."

Roy shook his head and said with his head down:
"Think about it from another perspective. If there were outsiders joining my adventure group, I probably wouldn't be willing to take them out hunting. It's good enough that they are willing to take me with them."

Linglan Tongxu brushed off the dust on his beard and said happily:
"It's rare that you can think like this!"

"I have met many elves. Most of them are arrogant and always think they are right..."

Roy quickly interrupted him: "Hey, I'm only half an elf!"

At this time, the Silver Moon Elf came back from the front. When everyone was resting, he went out alone to explore the way. Then he said to everyone:

"The main force is much faster than us. If we want to gather at the next meeting point, we have to speed up!"

After resting for a while, the group continued walking along the road.

……

Finally, before the sky became completely dark, the powerful Silver Moon Elf and his group of six caught up with the main force.

When Byron Thor saw Linglan Bronzebeard and Roy return safely, he immediately felt relieved and waved vigorously at the two of them.

Linglan Tongxu strode over. He was wearing heavy armor, but he could still walk very fast. He was really as strong as a bull...

Roy also wanted to go over, but was stopped by the great swordsman Alvin.

This Silver Moon Elf Swordsman possessed the demeanor of a master. Although he had not yet entered the third level, Roy had a hunch that it would only be a matter of time before the great swordsman Alvin was promoted to the third level master...

This great swordsman is also very good at leadership. He can basically make fair judgments in the adventure group, and people will not feel that he is biased towards the Silver Moon Elves.

Alvin took Roy to the fire and asked Roy to sit down next to him.

"Are you feeling better?"

Great Swordsman Alvin scared Roy with just one sentence.

"Much better," Roy replied.

Great Swordsman Alvin nodded to Roy and said:

"It seems that... when you are feeling unwell, it is still very beneficial to get out and exercise properly!"

He paused, his eyes fell on Roy's face, and said kindly:

"Besides...it is still necessary to have an outstanding priest in the team."

"Actually, my original idea was to invite a priest of the Moon Temple. My best friend Arya is an excellent priest of the Moon Temple. Unfortunately, she can't come to Golfito right now. But now I can only say: Roy, your performance has exceeded my expectations by a lot."

Great Swordsman Alvin smiled kindly at Roy.

"In fact, I have heard of your name. Not only is your name very famous in the Partington Plane, but many Silver Moon Elves in the Buenos Aires Capital also know you. Someone accused you of killing a descendant of a Silver Moon Elf noble and persecuting many Silver Moon Elf mine owners in the Pagisto Plateau. Originally, they only needed to serve their sentences, but because of you, many mine owners were forced to flee and died in the mountains and swamps."

"Many nobles have proposed to the Elven Elder Council that you be taken back to Buenos Aires for trial, but the Elven Elder Council's summons was suppressed by the 17th Silver Pegasus Legion."

"It wasn't until you led the mine guards into Golfito to guard the gate to the Dark Land that those voices subsided a little."

Roy looked at the Great Swordsman Alvin.

Roy had never heard of the information that Great Swordsman Alvin said before.

Just behind the great swordsman Alvin, a Silver Moon Elf swordsman suddenly appeared and urged Roy:
"Roy, don't waste your time in the army. You should join a mercenary group and go on adventures around the world. Join our team. Our mercenary group is in need of an outstanding priest like you!"

Great Swordsman Alvin glared at the Silver Moon Elf Swordsman and told him to shut up.

He said to Roy:
"In fact, I also suggest that you should travel more while you are young."

A helpless smile appeared on his face, and he continued:
"Once you get older, the shackles around you are like countless ropes that will tie you up tightly, even making it hard for you to breathe, and you still have to drag these ropes on your body and move forward. By then, you won't be able to walk around, and even turning around to look at the scenery along the way may be a luxury."

"So, in our extremely long lives as elves, we must travel at the best time!"

As the light around the camp gradually dimmed, Roy, with a faint sacred aura on his body, pondered for a long time alone in front of the campfire...

(End of this chapter)