Throne of the North.

Chapter 515 Praise for Light (VII)

How magical is the silent ascetic?

Ryan was curious, and the missionary Sven helped him look.

Thirteen bald heads radiated a snow-white holy light. Their heads were connected to a faint power of faith. The moment they appeared on the battlefield, they were praying.

They finally spoke.

A long string of blah blah finally came together into one sentence.

"Glory to the Lord."

The moment they shouted, the silent ascetics became different. Their expressions became solemn, or rather, frozen on their faces, with extreme paranoia and madness.

In the sky, holy light like meteors kept falling like transparent bubbles, hitting the surroundings of the Silent Ascetic. As they shattered, they emitted a cold white mist that filled the surroundings, just like the frost covering the vegetation on the earth when the eternal night dissipated and the dawn came.

The Silent Ascetics, they witnessed the fight of the black swans in the darkness in silence, so they cannot speak easily, because that is the unspeakable sin of the Dawn believers in order to spread their faith. But they are the purest ascetics of the Dawn, they witnessed the first dawn from the darkness, so their power is like frost covering the earth.

This is the legendary story that is bound up with the black swan.

This also proves the similarities between the two sides, that is, the battle and the purpose, without any unnecessary twists and turns in between.

The brilliant holy light of the morning light fell, forming a blessing on the body of the silent ascetic.

This kind of blessing is called [Forbidden Magic].

Snow-white chains are locked around their bodies, and no magic can cause them any trouble. Instead, it will become a more powerful source of energy for them.

Besides this, what else does the Silent Ascetic possess?
They are not legends themselves, and they certainly can't compare to Daryl in a fist-to-fist fight.

Fortunately, they still have a name.

Believers of the Word.

"The Lord will give me the power of an angel!"

The thirteen silent ascetics completed their transformation in the snow-white holy light. Silver-white armor covered their entire bodies, including the visors, without even revealing the holes for their eyes.

Behind them are a pair of silver-white metal wings, or perhaps metal wings, anyway, that's the texture, and they exude a sharp and cold power.

"The Lord will give me the strength to defeat the enemies before me!"

The Silent Ascetics roared, blood flowing from their seven orifices and seeping out from the gaps in their armor.

The silent monks, who had been silent for many years, were almost unable to hold on after uttering these two holy words.

I don’t know if they can still shout out the third sentence, but it seems to be enough for now.

Thirteen snow-white streams of light rushed towards Daryl from thirteen directions. The legendary knight stood on the ground, and the giant mammoth formed by his blood and energy let out a deafening roar. The soldiers on both sides of the battlefield were dizzy. He punched the silent monk who approached him first.

An extremely terrifying force exploded in the void, creating a gust of air that collapsed the airflow, and even caused a brief distortion in the light. Daryl was on high alert, but the confrontation he had imagined did not occur. The Silent Monk flew out, and dense cracks appeared on the armor on his body.

The giant mammoth's strength was not to be trifled with. With just this one punch, the silent monk struggled for several seconds without being able to stand up. He lay on the ground, spitting blood.

"That's all."

Daryl's confidence increased greatly. He turned around and swung his arm like an elephant's trunk. In an instant, the earth shook and all the silent ascetics who tried to get close to attack were knocked away by the invisible energy and blood.

Daryl raised one foot and stomped on the ground. The earth shook and dense conical spikes emerged from the ground, spreading rapidly forward in a fan shape with him as the center.

Pfft!

The sharp spikes were like knights' swords, instantly piercing through the bodies of those silent ascetics. The armor on their bodies could not stop the rage of the giant mammoth, and this was just the beginning.

Mammoths were born at the beginning of the ancient world, when glaciers were as vast as oceans. Their strength carried the vicissitudes of ancient times.

Then, the air became cold, and the world of unreasonable frost was out of tune with the surroundings. On the white battlefield, Daryl was running at an extremely fast speed, and at the same time, he ran forward with rapid force and killed the silent ascetics whose bodies were pierced.

The coming of the glacier failed to severely freeze the Silent Ascetics because they were blessed with the forbidden magic. However, Knight Daryl's physical strength really hit them hard, and the Silent Ascetics were twisted and defeated one by one.

"It seems... not that powerful."

The nobles were all watching. The nobles of the Andara Kingdom were naturally delighted, while the nobles of the Serra Kingdom inevitably frowned.

Sven stood in the distance, looking at those silent monks thoughtfully. How could they not even cry out when being beaten so hard?

He raised his head, looked at the sky, and gradually understood the power of these silent ascetic monks.

It's not about themselves, but about the bubbles that fall like meteors in the sky.

The Silent Ascetics are clergymen, and everything about them cannot avoid the great Lord of the Dawn, so...

The morning light is the source of their greatest strength.

Thousands of translucent bubble meteors were seen falling from the sky. They were always centered on the Silent Monk, and they hit the ground emitting a holy light like frost mist. As more and more frost mist-like holy light covered the ground and formed a white mist made of dry ice, the battlefield began to change.

Daryl frowned, he stepped on the ground, raised his foot and stomped it down, dispersing the holy light surrounding his feet, and landed on the ground again, but felt that the connection between him and the earth became weaker.

His face changed as he looked at these silent monks.

"Cut off my connection to the earth?"

His legendary blessing grants him the strength of a mammoth, especially when he is on the ground.

Now he is weakened.

The Silent Monks stood up, and they quickly approached again with swords in hand. The most terrifying thing about Holy Light of Dawn is that no matter how serious the injury is, he can make you recover.

Of course, this comes at a price, such as a rapid decline in vitality.

In other words, their vitality turned into a health bar. As long as the health bar is not empty, no matter how serious the injury is, it will not affect the battle.

During the attack, the injuries of the Silent Ascetic continued to recover, and the moment he was touched again, he was back to normal. Daryl continued to attack, but found that he could not knock the Silent Ascetic out of his combat effectiveness with just one punch like before.

He was getting weaker and weaker. As long as the Silent Ascetic's health bar disappeared slower than his weakening rate, he would die.

Thinking of this, Daryl didn't dare to hesitate at all. He couldn't dispel the domain set up by Dawn, so all he could do was to face the battle.

Drawing out the legendary sword, Daryl did not hold back at all and rushed madly towards the silent monks.

At the beginning, the terrifying power brought by the legendary sword was able to shatter the metal wings of the Silent Monk. Gradually, the weapon in his hand even lost its initial sharpness.

"Even dead things can be weakened?"

Daryl was shocked and could not comprehend such power. He did not dare to stop and attacked frantically, until one moment the sword he swung out suddenly turned into an force to force the opponent to give up his position and then flee into the distance.

He couldn't fight here.

He was not fast, but still faster than non-legendary clergy like the Silent Ascetic. However, the moment he appeared at the edge of the white mist under his feet, his entire body flickered and then returned to the center of the battlefield again.

Can't live without it.

This was a blessing from the morning light, not a curse. He couldn't even resist it. He could only stay in the 'arena' formed by the holy light of the morning light until the silent ascetic died.

"how so……"

He no longer had the strength he had initially, and if he continued like this, he would most likely die in front of the Silent Ascetic.

Because of that holy word. Morning gave them the power to defeat Daryl.

Chenxi does what he says.

"This group of motherless ascetics are as disgusting as ever, just like the slimes of the abyss."

In the sky, a figure suddenly appeared, the wizard's robe fluttering in the wind. The honorable legendary magician [Ivy] appeared above the battlefield, watching the battle below with great interest.

The moment he appeared, the vitality of this battlefield within a radius of thousands of meters had a master. At the foot of the battlefield where the Silent Monk and Daryl were fighting, countless weeds grew wildly, instantly covering the white mist formed by the holy light.

And beneath the earth, the seeds that stretched out were also sprouting. They grew, they twisted and mutated, becoming hideous and grotesque shapes, with terrible killing power, and they rushed towards the silent ascetic monks.

In the blink of an eye, the thirteen silent ascetics were imprisoned and unable to move, and the plants were frantically devouring the life force in their bodies, that is, their health bars.

Faced with the appearance of the real master, the silent ascetics finally uttered the third holy words.

“The Lord will grant me a glorious ending!”

In an instant, the health bars of the thirteen silent ascetics were emptied, but they did not die. Instead, a rich and terrifying light bloomed from their bodies, as dazzling white as the sun in the sky.

What is the glorious end of the Silent Ascetic?

There is only one answer, and that is to kill the enemies of Dawn in the ultimate battle catharsis, and then calmly welcome the guidance of heaven.

The magic of living and dying together.

In an instant, all the surrounding plants were annihilated and shattered in the light. The light of dawn would illuminate all the darkness, and the magic created by the legendary magician before them was darkness.

They were not affected by magic, and the blessing of forbidden magic on them made them do whatever they wanted. Strictly speaking, there was only one drop of blood left in their health bar, but this drop could not be wiped out by any extraordinary means.

Daryl was suppressed and couldn't help, while the thirteen silent ascetics rushed madly towards Ivan in the sky.

They just need to attack, attack extremely hard, and use all means to kill the weak magician. Their body is their weakest point.

"One of the ten legendary magicians of the empire."

Daryl opened his eyes wide, he was curious. Ryan had told him not to expose himself too early before, and mentioned this legendary magician who came to the Kingdom of Andara with the imperial delegation and was one of the ten great priests of the empire.

His strength comes from the fact that no one knows how terrifying he is.

As a legend, Daryl is now entitled to feel it.

He felt that the whole world was changing, becoming...incredibly active.

They are cheering, they are boiling, they are screaming, but - what are they?
Alvin looked at the silent ascetics who were trying to get close to him, and couldn't help but shook his head and smiled.

"After so many years, you still haven't made any progress. I suffered a lot from you in the past. If I still can't evolve, wouldn't I have lived for hundreds of years in vain?"

He once tried to kill the Silent Ascetic with countless seeds, but he didn't expect that those seeds could not reduce the Silent Ascetic's health bar, and ended up in big trouble.

There was nothing in the sky except for the silent ascetic monk who was shining with holy light. But in the blink of an eye, a huge palm appeared in the void less than a hundred meters in front of the silent ascetic monk and between them and the legendary magician Ivan.

The Hand of the Mage? No, magic cannot affect the Silent Ascetic.

This hand did that because it was more than just magic.

It is the clouds in the sky, the wind in the void, the water in the air, the colliding gazes of both sides, the breath, the heat radiating from the body, and even the holy light of the morning glow blooming on the body of the silent ascetic.

It was all this nothingness, and then… it came alive, it became some kind of spiritual life form.

He grabbed the Silent Ascetic and crushed him to pieces.

The exploding blood mist did not dissipate in mid-air, they also came alive. Everything in the sky came alive, and they turned into living beings with vitality. They were densely packed, filling the void. Their number was difficult to count because their bodies were overlapping each other.

The legendary magician, Alvin, also known as [Ivy], is a life magician.

"What are you holding close to me?"

Ivan said with a smile. He did not open his mouth, but the murmuring sound of magic chanting came from the void. Those were the countless empty life forms standing between him and the Silent Ascetic. They were chanting on behalf of the magician.

As the magic chanting continued, part of the holy light of the dawn on the bodies of the twelve silent ascetics began to distort and turned into evil demons, biting at the other intact holy light. They really bit off a huge gap in the light of these "little suns" in one bite.

The Silent Ascetics could not move forward, because there were already 'others' standing where they were heading. Not only that, as the Holy Light on their bodies was bitten off by another part of the Holy Light that had come back to life, their power was no longer pure.

A silent ascetic monk's palm had new hands growing out of the five fingers, and fingers began to grow out of the palms. Then the palms turned around and grasped the silent ascetic monk's original palm. The terrible force actually crushed his hand bones.

On the neck of another silent ascetic, the flesh and blood activated to form a beast-like mouth, which bit the silent ascetic's throat and swallowed it.

There was also an ascetic whose legs grew limbs, and he stabbed his master's abdomen with weapons. His internal organs rolled out, but they were also evolved into unique life forms in mid-air, tearing their own bodies apart.

The silent ascetic monks had only one drop of blood on their health bar, and such a minor injury could cause them to die instantly.

The remaining nine silent ascetics all showed signs of their vitality evolving in strange directions without their control. This horrifying scene even frightened the nobles in the distance, and their spirits were polluted.

The Silent Ascetics died one by one. They couldn't do it. Facing the magician, the Silent Ascetics were not invincible.

"host……"

With great difficulty, the remaining silent ascetics who were still struggling cut off their limbs, still praying, that was the fourth holy word. They gave up everything to pray the fourth holy word.

"Lord, grant me the ladder to heaven."

A snow-white road drove away all life. All the means created by Alvin were repelled outside this snow-white stairway to heaven. The moment he stepped onto the road, all the abnormalities on the bodies of the Silent Ascetics disappeared. They recovered and quickly killed towards Alvin.

Because the end of this stairway to heaven is connected to this legendary magician.

The Church of Dawn sent several silent ascetics to deal with him at a fast pace. However, just as they were about to get close, a figure blocked their way.

Daryl threw a punch, and several silent ascetics turned into blood mist, which scattered from the sky and soaked into the soil under their feet like rain.

His speed is faster than that of the Silent Ascetic, he is a legend after all.

After doing all this, Daryl turned around and looked at Lord Ivy who was so close to him with great shock. His whole body was shaking, not because of fear, but because his legendary physique was instinctively resisting.

Against himself...

Just a moment ago, Daryl, who was originally pressed to the ground, felt that everything in his body no longer belonged to him. His limbs had their own thoughts, his blood grew tentacles, his bones were trying to crawl, his eyes were rolling, and his hair was shouting for life.

Then he was brought here by his own body and delivered that punch.

Everything seemed so vague, as if it had never happened, but Daryl felt unimaginable fear in his heart.

Looking at Ivan in front of him, he didn't know what to say. Even though his body had recovered, he still couldn't help but tremble instinctively.

"The trouble is gone, isn't it, Knight?"

Ivan said with a smile, then suddenly turned his head and his eyes became gloomy.

"What happened?"

Daryl asked subconsciously.

"Nix Columbus, that royal bloodline is dead."

(End of this chapter)