Mount and Blade System: Start from Pioneer Lords.

Chapter 463 Holy Light Explosive Fist

"After all, they are the chosen ones, the humans personally blessed by the Goddess of Holy Light. It is perfectly normal for them to have some unusual qualities."

The world is inherently unfair; some people are born at a point that others can never reach in several lifetimes.

If worldly power and money represent a height that ordinary people can hardly reach, then those favored by the gods in the realm of magic are like the sun that magicians can only gaze at from afar for countless lifetimes.

Among the countless races and populations in the material world, there are always a few lucky ones who are favored by the gods, thus gaining a status and power that others can hardly attain in their entire lives.

For ordinary mages, spellcasting is a skill that requires diligent study to acquire, and each advancement in rank is unimaginably difficult.

However, for those favored by the gods, casting spells is as simple as eating and drinking, and their advancement in realm will naturally lead to becoming legends.

Such people are usually referred to as the chosen ones or lucky ones by magicians whose acid is strong enough to corrode steel into slag.

In this dog-eat-dog world where strength and hard work speak for themselves, these lucky individuals have carved out their own paths by relying on the skill of being born into the right family, making them both enviable and enviable.

“However, this saint will soon belong to Lord Pantuo.” One of the Lich Kings sneered, his voice echoing in the mind of another Lich King.

"Azrael just said that the dragon knight from Debe has returned," a voice announced.

"What? Didn't he go to the Persian Gulf Empire with the expeditionary force?" The two Lich Kings were somewhat surprised.

They are clearly communicating telepathically.

To say they were terrified of the dragon knights wouldn't be an exaggeration. After all, these were lich kings who had lived for thousands of years, wielding all sorts of powerful magic with ease, and casting spells without chanting was a piece of cake for them.

However, they deliberately chose this time to act in order to avoid any unnecessary accidents.

“There’s nothing surprising about that. Maybe they’ve sensed something. To become a dragon knight, they must have some extraordinary abilities. But let’s not waste any more time.” The voice rang out again in their hearts. “Quickly, put me on the pool in front.”

So one of the Lich Kings stopped delaying. A blue ring on his withered finger flashed with blue light, and a giant book with a pale white cover appeared out of thin air on the edge of the pool.

The book is made of a very special material, just like human skin, and there is not a single word on the cover.

One of the two infiltrated Lich Kings stretched out his pale hand, with an almost pilgrimage-like greed, and slowly reached towards the body of the saint in the holy water pool, which radiated endless light and majesty.

Its fingertips were about to touch the chest marked with the golden sun.

Just then, he was abruptly interrupted.

"It seems that what Igor said is true, you bunch of scoundrels are indeed coveting his body."

"Who?" The two Lich Kings were horrified.

Despite their combined cultivation levels, they were completely unaware that there were other people nearby.

A figure slowly emerged from the doorway, and the Lich King quickly recognized him—it was none other than the Deberon Knight, Livy!
Li Wei's gaze remained calm, but after glancing a few more times at the white book that the two Lich Kings had taken out, he almost had a premonition. He felt that this book must be the Book of the Dead that Ubigail had mentioned, the book in which the Titans recorded all necromancy.

He had originally planned to stay hidden and see if he could overhear anything useful, but the two scoundrels were very cautious and were clearly communicating telepathically, so he simply came out.

"Gentlemen, how shall I address you?" The lord subtly cast three layers of holy light around himself, having refrained from activating his elemental powers to avoid being discovered.

Although his physical strength alone gives him an incredibly high magic resistance, it's always better to be safe than sorry. It would be terrible if he were to be caught off guard and suffer a setback.

After all, they were two Ayatollan Lich Kings, and their strength was considerable. It was hard to say what kind of insidious magic they possessed.

“Didn’t Azrael say you were there? How did you suddenly appear here?!” one of the gaunt Lich Kings said hoarsely, glancing at the Book of the Dead. Although he really wanted to take it back, he knew it wasn’t the right time, so he slowly retreated to create some distance.

This dragon knight is renowned for his superb swordsmanship.

The three men stood in a triangular formation, eyeing each other menacingly.

“Who said I wasn’t there?” Li Wei chuckled, drew his mithril holy sword from his waist, and twirled it gracefully. “I’m giving you two choices: either submit to execution or confess everything honestly, and I’ll make your journey easier.”

"Arrogant!" The gaunt Lich King's eyes blazed with soul fire as he was thoroughly enraged by Li Wei's flippant attitude.

Without another word, it slammed its staff into the ground, instantly turning the entire temple floor into a viscous, churning black swamp. Countless rotting arms, exuding a chilling aura of death, burst forth from the swamp, reaching for Li Wei's feet.

This is the Lich King's signature spell, "Bone Grip," which can drag a person into the realm of the dead.

It's important to understand that the Realm of the Dead is a sub-plane filled with undead. The undead are the origin of this plane, and its notoriety is no less than that of the Abyss. You can imagine what would happen to a living person who falls in.

At the same time, another, slightly more robust Lich King let out a sharp soul shriek. The invisible mental impact, like a tangible awl, pierced Li Wei's mind. This was the "Soul Shriek," a spell specifically designed to attack the soul, which had an extraordinary effect on paladins with exceptional physical strength.

After all, a paladin's soul is indeed much weaker than his physical body.

The two Ayatollah leaders worked together seamlessly, one controlling and the other killing, instantly sealing off all of Li Wei's escape routes and striking at his vitals.

Li Wei snorted coldly, and the three layers of holy light protecting his body suddenly burst forth with dazzling golden light.

The rotting arm that reached for his ankle sizzled in the holy light as if it had been branded with a hot iron, and instantly turned to ashes.

The viscous, deadly swamp was forcibly eroded, restoring the original floor beneath Li Wei's feet.

As for that piercing scream that goes straight to the soul?

Li Wei didn't even blink.

You see, the system has long been integrated with his mental power, and they are inseparable. If this scoundrel can really shake the system, he will immediately abandon his post and run as far away as possible.

But clearly, he didn't feel anything at all.

The gaunt Lich King swung his staff once more, and countless bone spears, shimmering with a ghostly green poisonous light, condensed in the air, raining down on Li Wei like a storm.

The other Lich King also abandoned mental attacks, continuing to cast spells without incantation. A skull burning with pale soul fire coalesced before it, opening its massive maw and silently spewing out a torrent of frost powerful enough to freeze everything.

They naturally didn't think they could easily defeat this renowned dragon knight, so they lavishly chose to crush him with a torrent of magic.

This is also what makes mages noble. As legendary figures, even a swordsman with fighting spirit could never stop a great mage who is in a good stance and unleashing powerful magic continuously.

They naturally felt that as long as the dragon knight didn't get close and use his swordsmanship, there was absolutely nothing to worry about.

Faced with this terrifying magical attack, capable of instantly annihilating an army and destroying a town, Li Wei smiled and lowered his sword. His left fist clenched tightly, and pure, holy light gathered on his knuckles, no longer a gentle healing light, but containing an aura as scorching as the sun.

He didn't use any fancy techniques; it was just the simplest, most direct straight punch.

boom--! ! !
The golden holy light condensed into a fist-like aura that was as solid as a physical object, and it was unleashed with overwhelming force.

The poisonous bone spear, capable of piercing steel, shattered and melted away the moment it touched the golden fist energy, like ice and snow meeting the blazing sun! The torrent of negative energy that had frozen the soul was forcibly torn apart and evaporated by this pure power of light.

The holy light fist continued its momentum, crashing heavily into the enormous azure skull.

Click!

A sickening cracking sound rang out, and the giant skull burning with soul fire couldn't even withstand it for a moment before it exploded instantly, the scattered pale white flames being swept away by the aftershocks of the holy light.

"You...no...aren't you...a master swordsmanship..." The two Lich Kings screamed in the dazzling pillar of light, but their voices became increasingly distorted as the intense holy light continued to scorch their bodies, even eroding their immortal souls.

It's important to know that a portion of their soul essence is specifically stored in the Death Box. Even if they die again, they will be reborn from elsewhere. This is the power of the Lich King, and the reason why they are so fearless.

But at this moment, they felt their death was imminent, and indeed it was so; the two figures were quickly washed away by the holy light.

A terrifying shockwave swept through the entire underground temple. The inscriptions on the walls flickered wildly and hummed under the strain. In the end, it could not be stopped. A blazing beam of light shot out from the ground and into the sky, piercing through the dark clouds that shrouded the city of Gonda.

The water in the holy pool trembled violently, splashing high into the air.

“I also know a little about boxing.” Li Wei flicked his fist with a flourish, as if he had merely smashed an unsightly pot, but the two Lich Kings were destined not to hear this.

……

ground
Li Wei maintained his arrogant and domineering demeanor. After pointing at Azrael's nose and cursing him for stalling for time, he fell silent, simply crossing his arms with a cold smile that said, "I've seen through you." Holy light surged around him, forming a silent standoff with the Lich Kings in the sky.

This eerie calm only deepened Azrael's and the other Lich Kings' suspicions.

They couldn't fathom the dragon knight's abilities, nor could they fathom why he had suddenly stopped; they only vaguely sensed that something was amiss.

Lagrass was so anxious that it scratched its head and stared at the Titan Diamond on Azrael's finger, which was still dazzling despite being shrouded in undead aura. Its mouth was practically watering, and it tried several times to rush up and snatch it off.

But unless it can use its arms as wings, it can only look on in envy.

Suddenly, a beam of light erupted from the ground, shooting straight into the sky, scattering the thick dark clouds, and countless rays of sunlight poured down.

All the undead in Gonda trembled in unison, as if they had briefly regained their senses and felt fear.

With the help of the frost giants and Sersne, the remaining nobles of Gonda and the wounded priests of the Holy Light Church finally escaped Gonda and came outside. So Mir and Paia met with Tannis again, and the group witnessed the enormous pillar of light that pierced through the sky. They were deeply suffocated by the powerful elemental force and no one spoke for a long time.

“I think it must have been Lord Li Wei who did it,” Peiya said, breaking the silence.

The Holy Light Church is located in the city of Gonda, and it has no shortage of bishops with profound cultivation, but Paia felt that only Livy could possess such magnificent holy light.

"I also think it must be His Majesty Li Wei." The old prime minister sat down heavily on the ground, panting, and thought to himself that when he first saw Aisha, he felt that this princess had the demeanor of a queen.

In retrospect, he had the foresight to recognize a hidden gem.

His actions seemed to trigger a chain reaction, with all the nobles sitting down on the ground, no longer caring about aristocratic etiquette.

Although the frost giants cleared a path for them to escape Gondar, they had to run all the way on foot.

"As expected of my brother-in-law." As a loyal fan of the lord, Mil's admiration was evident in his words.

……

This beam of light was closer to the Lich Kings, allowing them to better sense the power within it.

"Gallen and the others have been discovered!" Azrael's hoarse voice carried a hint of barely concealed shock and anger.

It finally understood why Li Wei had stopped and why he had that exaggerated expression. The real Li Wei was probably no longer in front of them, and the one in front of them was likely just a decoy to stall them!
"What?!" Vali, Farin, and the other Lich Kings' soul flames flared wildly.

As senior bishops of Mujtahid, they naturally had the right to know what the other two Ayatollahs were doing.

"Kill him! This is a fake!" Azrael roared, pointing at the "Levi" clone on the ground without hesitation.

At the tip of the skull staff in its hand, the huge black gem instantly condensed a terrifyingly destructive energy, and a thick, pitch-black ray, wrapped with countless wailing phantoms of souls, slammed into the ground.

The other Lich Kings also reacted, unleashing a torrent of powerful necromancy, with bone spears like a forest, curses like a tide, and a surge of negative energy.

They felt an unspeakable humiliation; a mere mirror image was enough to make them hesitate and dare not act.

They wanted to completely annihilate this fake that had tricked them in order to wash away this shame, so they all flew into a rage and took action, immediately unleashing their signature moves that they had prepared long ago.

Faced with this terrifying attack that could have nearly killed either Sersney or Lagras, Levi on the ground suddenly sighed.

……

Underground, looking at the last remaining Book of the Dead, the lord walked over and prepared to put it into his system space first.

This is something related to Titan; its value is immeasurable.

The result was that the moment he got close...

The previously silent Book of the Dead suddenly erupted with a blinding, pale light. The pages turned rapidly without wind, and countless twisted, blasphemous runes filled with the aura of death flew out from the pages, surging towards the holy water pool like living things.

This scene made the cautious Li Wei take a step back.

These runes were obscure and ancient, but Li Wei could tell that they were Titan language.

Although he was extremely arrogant, he could never be too careful about anything that could be associated with the Titans, who were hailed as creator gods.

This caused the saint's body, which had been dormant for thousands of years, to tremble violently in the holy water pool.

(End of this chapter)