Something's wrong with my undead

Chapter 544: The Value of the Eternal Dawn's First Brainless Person

At this moment, the Eternal Dawn camp truly welcomed the eternal dawn.

The brilliant golden holy light weaved a sky curtain, like an inverted giant bowl, covering the entire camp underneath.

Level 7 Landmark Spell "Holy Court".
Its main function is to enclose units within a certain range.

It's that simple and crude.

In the words of the players, this is "the car door is welded shut, no one can get out of the car", and Tom closes the door and swallows the key.jpg.
Although the Holy Light Supernatural beings in it will enjoy a certain amount of bonus, compared with the huge consumption of this spell, or divine spell, the cost-effectiveness of the gain is still too low.

So most people don’t use it much, at least players never waste resources.

But Alpite is obviously not an ordinary person.

He is a former Crusader from the Ashes Front, a genuine high-level Holy Light Gas Tank.

Aside from his energy reserves, he has some brains, but not much, compared to the rest of his kind.

At least not as much as the holy light in his body.

So, when Alpite saw the mysterious man wearing the same armor jumping from a high place to the center of the camp, then taking off his helmet to reveal a skull head, he was extremely angry!

Holy Light, what a blasphemy this is! ?

This is clearly a damned undead bastard, and the thing swaying in its skull is actually golden soul fire! ?
Before this, he thought that the very existence of undead creatures was blasphemous enough.

But I didn’t expect there is such a master!
In uncontrollable rage, he slammed the Court of Holy Light to the ground, locking together all the people in the camp - including the sheep, of course.

To explain this in game terms, it means "the boss's hatred is locked on you, and unless you die, he will always attack you first and at all costs."

This is undoubtedly exactly what the sheep catcher wants to see.

It is not okay to let him chase, but it is quite possible to let him get beaten.

"Evil heretic, under the shining of the holy light, your sins have nowhere to hide!"

Alpite roared, summoned the light-forged warhorse, and rushed forward waving the greatsword in his hand.

The arbitrator had such a bad temper that he had no intention of calling on his subordinates to go ahead, but decided to kill the heretic himself.

——As expected, he is the most stupid person in Eternal Dawn.

The sheep catcher thought so and turned around and ran away immediately.

Although it was his first time to visit this camp, he was very familiar with the structure of the Luku people's camp.

He immediately found the one for storing sundries among these tents that looked almost exactly the same.

If nothing unexpected happens, there will be a Holy Light Box inside - that is, a void capsule specially provided by the Holy Light, and it will be unattended because a key is needed to open it.

Given the distance between Alpite and the sheep catcher, when the latter arrived in front of the tent, the arbitrator just happened to arrive on horseback.

Zhuoyang seemed to have eyes on his back and suddenly activated the flying technique, raising his body three meters high while protecting his lower body with the dragon scale shield.

Alpite didn't expect that his opponent could fly, and the blade of judgment that was ready to strike was forced to be raised in a hurry, and hit heavily on the shield covered with holy light!

Holy Light vs Holy Light!

clang!
The two spells, both of high levels, created a terrifying shock wave that almost instantly tore apart the tent that was blessed with the protection spell.

Zhuayang immediately stopped flying and jumped into the hole on the top of the tent.

Alpite was furious. How could this filthy creature contaminate their precious supplies?
He broke open the tent with a sword and was about to drive his horse over, but the scene before him made his heart skip a beat!
That damn undead was holding a strange-looking silver object in his hand, which looked like a toilet plunger or a suction cup. In any case, it was sucking on the box-shaped Holy Light Box and pulling it hard!

wow-

Duskshadow Valley has a special geographical location. The elemental flexibility here is located exactly at the intersection of two areas, so the internal structure of the void capsule is very unstable.

As a result, the Holy Light Box, which should have been sturdy, was almost dismantled in an instant, and the holy grain, holy water, holy amulets, spare armor and horse harness, etc. contained in it, all kinds of messy things gushed out from the crack that flashed by like flowers scattered by a fairy!

The Luku people have exploded with equipment!
This was the moment that Zhuoyang had been waiting for. He quickly grabbed one of the big swords.

This sword is quite similar to the one in the Arbitrator's hand.

This is actually a set of weapons. Albite's weapon is called "Glory", and this one is called "Inheritance".
The properties of the two weapons are basically the same, the only difference lies in the souls inside them.

For example, in Glory, it was a warhorse, and in Legacy—

"What a pure holy light!"

As the holy light was injected into the sheep, a figure so bright that it was impossible to look directly at it appeared in the tent.

It is two meters long, suspended in mid-air, has bird-like feet, flapping wings, and is dressed in ancient armor with intricate patterns. A winged helmet completely covers its face.

"You... how dare you..."

Alpite was so angry and frightened that she could hardly speak!

What made me angry was that the other party dared to disturb the sleeping heroic spirit!

What’s surprising is that even he can’t activate the sword, but an undead can?

If the sheep catcher knew what the other person was thinking, he would at least introduce to him the source of the holy light.

——Brother, these three Holy Light Energy Wells were all given by you!
"Help me stop this lost fellow. He needs to calm down."

Thanks to Teacher Xia’s rich experience in communicating with weapon spirits, the brothers now know how to pass messages to weapon spirits. The only thing they lack is a weapon that can communicate.

After saying this to the eldest brother in front of him, he rushed out of the tent without looking back.

He stabilized the boss, but the surrounding soldiers were gathering.

Seeing that he wanted to leave, Alpite suddenly became anxious and was about to rush up on his horse.

However, the heroic spirit directly surrounded him in a holy light cage.

"You need to calm down, my fellow man."

The Holy Light Heroic Spirit said solemnly and seriously.

Alpite almost blurted out Luku's curse.

Under extreme anger, that slight surprise was soon replaced by hatred, and the extremely holy heroic spirit in front of him became a heretic who was tainted with the undead.

"You also need to be purified!"

Boom!

He broke the bars of the cage and rushed towards the other party.

...

Arbiter Alpite is a seventh-level paladin, and not just an ordinary paladin.

His record on the Ash Front speaks for itself—he has killed liches of the same level at least seventeen or eighteen times, but he has failed to destroy the soul shrine.

There are countless other giant stitched corpses, evil spirits, and corpse witches who have been reincarnated.

Even the players who work day and night to gain merit have to admit defeat.

So when a ruthless person like this leads the team, there is no need for anyone else in the team who can fight except him, just the brains are enough.

Therefore, when Alpite was entangled, the remaining people outside could not pose any threat to the sheep catcher. He was like a tiger coming down the mountain and directly rushed over this group of rabble.

After the fourth paladin was knocked unconscious by him, these paladins, whose fighting will was not very strong, fled outside one after another.

However, this may be the worst decision they have ever made in their lives.

Alpite was right, this place is illuminated by holy light.

Under the gaze of the Holy Light, desertion is tantamount to betrayal.

If you betray the Holy Light, you will be punished by the Court of Holy Light.

The first paladin to reach the edge crashed headfirst into the hazy wall of light.

He had seen a similar curtain before and thought he could break through it at the cost of some burning.

But he didn't realize that the holy light in his soul had long since abandoned him.

When the painful burning sensation came from the depths of his soul and quickly spread to his flesh and blood, he could only open his mouth and try to roar.

However, he only managed to utter a few syllables before falling down like a charred puppet.

Died without dignity.

……

Luo Xian had never considered such a situation.

When a terrible explosion was heard from the direction of the camp, he was startled at first, then delighted.

There's a sense of relief that comes from finally settling down in the suspense.

But before the stability disappeared, strange fluctuations came from the direction of the Eternal Dawn's camp.

Hot and violent, just like the brainless Luku people chasing the necromancer...

Then he looked out of the cave—

Oh shit, the Court of Holy Light?
Just one look at that thing burned his soul and made him feel extremely disgusted.

No buddy, what level of undead creature must be able to attract an attack of this magnitude?
Lich?
That’s not right. It must be a colleague who accidentally bumped into the muzzle of the gun. How come he didn’t feel anything at all?
At this point, escaping has become a trivial matter. Instead, Luo Xian is more curious about what happened to the Luku people’s camp and why they even used spells of this level?
but……

He looked back at the mystic camp, which was ablaze with flames.

Melvin came, obviously coming for him.

After gritting his teeth, he finally decided that saving his colleagues was the most important thing!

Compared with the immediate survival, he has distant ideals - he hopes to break and reshape the order of this world - the order created by the Veritas people.

Only the underworld and the only true God, Thanatos, can help him achieve this ideal.

So he suppressed the discomfort in his soul and quietly approached the Court of Holy Light.

Then he saw the paladins rushing towards the edge of the light curtain one after another, like moths to a flame, and turning into charred corpses one after another.

Luo Xian couldn't understand, but he was shocked.

Why is the Holy Light punishing its own people?
However, this abnormal phenomenon made him dare not act rashly, and he could only hide quietly on the periphery and observe.

Soon, Alpite's angry roar was heard from inside.

"Damn heretic, what have you done!"

——His voice is much more emotional than what I heard before. Luo Xian thought with some malice.

However, he did not wait for the response from the "evil heretic". The other party seemed to say nothing and collided with Alpite.

Judging from the sound of weapons clashing, this seemed to be a battle of equal strength.

The collision of swords and shields was crisp and continuous. The defender was at a slight disadvantage, but the defense was impeccable because Alpite was roaring the whole time.

For a necromancer who is good at capturing his opponents' negative emotions, Lothian could hear the arbitrator's inner anger and urgency with his feet.

It didn't take long for Lothian to realize why he was so eager.

The Palace of Holy Light grew dimmer and dimmer until it disappeared.

The first ray of sunlight in the morning shines down and lands on the scorching earth.

Both the aftermath of the battle and the Court of Light itself had severely damaged the clearing.

The surrounding trees - especially those soaked in the light curtain - also changed color, just like the trees in the Mercury Forest.

Compared to these, Luo Xian's attention was all on the guy fighting with the Arbitrator...

It was a skeleton.

A skeleton bathed in holy light.

At this moment, "bathing" is not enough to describe it, it should be said to be wrapping.

If the famous arbitrator was like a candle that could go out at any time, then this guy was simply a dazzling lighting crystal.

Every time the two sides collide, the holy light on the former will flow to the latter and become a part of him.

Alpite's warhorse had long since disappeared, and a wave appeared in his originally cold but determined eyes.

This fluctuation comes from both his gradually weakening offensive and his no longer steady pace.

When he took a step forward and even the light of the Holy Flame was absorbed by his opponent's dedication, his psychological defenses finally collapsed.

"This is impossible!"

he growled.

He was no longer an angry lion, but rather an abandoned, old, useless hound.

The Holy Light betrayed—no, abandoned him.

As willpower collapsed, endless holy light completely surged towards the strange skeleton, condensing into a five-meter-long sword blade on the one-handed sword picked up casually in Zhuoyang's hand.

As he swung the sword down, Alpite gave up struggling.

He closed his eyes and welcomed his own end.

But the sword just stopped at his forehead and did not cut down.

Because the Light—it was abandoned.

Catching the sheep and throwing the sword aside was like throwing away a pair of used disposable chopsticks.

Alpite's eyes widened:
"You...what are you doing?"

Although he lost everything by losing the Holy Light, he regained his sanity.

If it were before, he would take advantage of this perfect opportunity to launch a sneak attack on his opponent, even if he had to bite him, he would have to break the skeleton apart.

But now, he just felt tired and confused.

"Want to know the answer?"

the other party asked.

Alpite nodded.

"Then close your eyes."

He closed his eyes and waited for the answer.

Would that be peace of mind?
boom!
Zhuayang knocked the guy unconscious with a shield strike.

Watching the target fall to the ground, he shook his arms, which were not sore at all, and thought to himself, "It's finally done."

The outcome of this battle was determined from the beginning.

Because the seeds of doubt were planted after he activated the "Inheritance" greatsword.

From then on, both the holy light that punished deserters and the mastery of the paladin's skills demonstrated by catching sheep became nutrients for this seed.

So it naturally took root, sprouted, and grew vigorously.

The will of Holy Light always favors those with firm beliefs.

While it cannot choose to catch the sheep, it can punish Alpite to make him more determined:
——If you don’t stand firm, I’m going to leave you! I’m not kidding!

It does what it says.

It didn't think about what would happen if Alpite was really scared, it just thought that its punishment was not enough.

So the Arbitrator was punished to death - the more suspicious he was, the more the Holy Light would increase its power, and the more suspicious he became.

And so the snowball started rolling.

The holy light floating in the air was naturally absorbed by the sheep catcher with higher affinity.

These "impure holy lights" with will only look powerful, but will actually interfere with him.

Once he really used them to make a profit, he would have to pull out the soul fire and purify it for a while before it could be activated again, so he just threw it away.

Anyway, it's just a temporary gathering, so I don't feel bad at all.

And as long as Alpite faints and has no subjective intention of absorbing the holy light, these things will only slowly disperse.

After finishing all this, Zhuoyang pretended to say a line of words to the air:

"I know you're watching."

There are many situations in the game where players need to perform this kind of second-year behavior, which can trigger hidden quest lines.

However, since few people can keep a straight face, the effect may not be very good.

But the skeleton is different.

He has no expression!
Sure enough, not long after this sentence was uttered, a figure walked out from the side.

This was the destination of their trip: Lothian.

The latter's appearance was also due to two reasons.

On the one hand, the other party's life form and means of controlling holy light were something he had never heard of or seen before.

On the other hand, the other party was a strong man who could defeat the Arbitrator and had discovered his existence, so he didn't think he could escape.

Rather than taking a chance, see if you can communicate.

"You...what do you want to tell me?" Luo Xian asked cautiously.

He prepared a protective mirror, prepared for continuous flashing, and prepared all means of escape.

The sheep catcher didn't say anything, but picked up the Glory Greatsword next to Albite.

He had been coveting this sword for a long time, even in the game.

But because this is a two-handed greatsword with enhanced output, and he never has the chance to deal damage when staying in a group with his brothers. Even if he does, he will be mercilessly ridiculed. So even if he gets it, he can only put it in his bag.

but!

This time we have the forging master Lakaz, we can just go back and have it modified!

After all, he wanted a horse!
He will never be an uncensored knight again!
He walked up to Lothian, sword on shoulder, whose cheeks were tense, like a fox ready to run away at any moment.

"This was an accident, and you haven't met Melvin, understand?"

Luo Xian was stunned. He was a little confused about the other party's intentions.

But he nodded subconsciously.

"I would think so."

"You better do this, or I'll kill that rat hiding in Macalla."

Luo Xian's brain seemed to explode.

All the clues are connected at this moment!
The mysterious skull, the resurrected Gawain, the nemesis of the Holy Light, the strange stance...

The other party also discovered Senior Gray!

There is only one answer!
Gittiel!!!
They had already discovered Senior Gray and condoned his existence, and they were observing everything in secret!
Only they can connect with the Shadow Temple, the Veritas, the elves, the dwarves, and all these forces at the same time.

Only they can get the method to deal with the Paladins from Gawain.

Only they could combine with the necromancer to research such a strange skeleton, or puppet...

Only they can!

"You should go now."

Catching the sheep reminded.

——If you don’t leave now, Alpite will wake up and he won’t be able to pretend anymore.

His train of thought was interrupted, but Luo Xian nodded rapidly and quickly disappeared into thin air.

The other party was not worried about being discovered by him, which meant that their goals were at least the same for the time being.

He needs to calm down.

"Remember, don't talk nonsense." Zhuoyang reminded.

It's not uncommon for NPCs to say such pretentious words, so it never hurts for him to say it.

"As you wish..."

The voice gradually faded away. Worried that he had not gone far, Zhuoyang injected holy light into the inherited greatsword and summoned the heroic spirit out again, allowing it to launch a large-scale detection.

Only after confirming that Luo Xian had indeed left did he feel completely relieved.

Well, it's time to count the spoils!
(End of this chapter)