Chapter 20 is called the Holy Light

"But before we can do that, we need to do a little bit of preparation. Zhao Mian held the hilt of Grosag's sword with one hand, and with his left hand, he took out a scroll from the space bag, and he took the scroll and shook it violently in the air. As it made contact with the air, the scroll also drew the magic power from the planet's magic web, and the azure light erupted from this uninhabited place, obscuring the sight of possible passers-by around it.

"Time is of the essence. Zhao Mian felt the arcane power in the air beside him, and the magic power that was rapidly thinning prompted him to speed up his movements, "It seems that I have to speed up my pace, the magic net of this world is unexpectedly low--but this may explain why Rin Tosaka is always careful, after all, with such a weak magic net system, the mages who use it must calculate every point of mana." ”

"So, it's time to work. Zhao Mian took a deep breath, a strong light lit up from his hand, and then little by little it converged on the big sword in his hand, and the pure white holy flame on the blade burned violently like an ordinary flame being added with gasoline, "I hope it won't drag on for long." ”

"Hope lasts forever. A faint, slight sound that could only be described as a murmur resounded throughout the park, and this slight mutter, but it seemed as if there were countless people whispering here at the same time, resounding throughout the park. With such a whisper, a little bit of light began to condense in the air, like pure white feathers flying in the air, these lights that seemed to have life, surrounded by Zhao Mian, gently rhythmic, like a unified life, sending out some signals through some kind of resonance.

"Light is born out of this. The muttering voice gradually turned into a whisper, faint but absolutely clear as if it had been lifted to everyone's ears by a soothing breeze. A little bit of light pulses, as if in response to the voice—or directed by the voice. They quickly circled around Zhao Mian's body, as if a pair of invisible hands were holding a quaint baton in the direction for them, and little by little they depicted some kind of huge object in the air - like a kettle, but it seemed very flat, but it was a plate, and its structure was too complicated.

"Order. A small paragraph, there are not so many adjectives that can be used, just a simple word spit out of Zhao Mian's mouth, like a meaningless word suddenly spoken, it seems so ordinary. However, the light in the air seemed to have received some kind of pre-arranged signal, and they gathered above Zhao Mian's head, and a little bit of light finally illuminated everything around them like the sun in the sky. And the thing like a plate was like a light bulb that had lost its energy supply, its light gradually disappeared, and it kept shrinking, and finally it became only slightly larger than a men's ring, suspended in front of Zhao Mian.

"Defend to glory. Kneeling down on one knee, just as he had done when he was baptized, Zhao Mian held the hilt of the great sword and bowed his head reverently. But there was not a trace of distortion, as if it was an oath, and the solemn voice echoed throughout the park, with a hint of solemnity. The tiny sun floating in mid-air began to approach Zhao Mian, and its light began to be restrained, as if something was about to come out of it.

"Hold on to loyalty. There was no interval, closely following the back of the previous sentence, Zhao Mian said such words. The light snuggled up to Zhao Mian's side, like a pair of huge wings, enveloping him in it - but it was only a matter of moments, the light did not linger, and they gathered little by little into the container that was still suspended in front of Zhao Mian. Then, as if everything had been an illusion just a moment ago, the surrounding landscape went dark again.

"It comes down to the blade. Zhao Mian slowly breathed a sigh of relief, as if he had completed some kind of grand mission, he calmly opened his eyes, raised his head and looked directly at the light-cast container in front of him. As if a hand was manipulating, the vessel tilted slowly, and light flowed from it, like dense honey, pouring wisps over the hilt of Grossag in his hand.

"Embrace the spirit. As if echoing the light that was flowing along the blade of the big sword, a little bit of light began to burst out from Zhao Mian's body, converging into a huge pillar of light that rose into the sky, and in this pillar of light, the wisps of light were still clearly visible.

"We stand here. The pillar of light gradually disappeared, and Zhao Mian's voice sounded in this clearing again, and all the light gathered on the big sword in his hand, which was slowly pouring into the ground.

The light is spreading. It was like a drop of thick ink in the clear water, little by little, the holy light gradually filled the entire clearing, and a solemn aura could be said to replace the original dead atmosphere here, and Zhao Mian, who stood up from the light, almost looked like those professional gods under the reflection of the light - sacred.

The collection of disgusting resentments and other things is being purified by the light, and the affected trees are beginning to take on the form they should have. Zhao Mian watched the last ray of light drip into the earth, feeling the collection of the few remaining resentments and other things that were being purified underground, he suddenly pulled Grossa up, and the majestic holy light rushed into the sky with the remaining resentment, and then disappeared without a trace in the next moment.

"Witness the sacrifice. Zhao Mian put the big sword in his hand back into the space bag, and took out a sacred mark again, the imprint with a faint brilliance bloomed with bright brilliance at this moment, Zhao Mian held it tightly in front of his chest, and the majestic divine aura overflowed on the small cross, and the inexplicable voice seemed to be responding to Zhao Mian's words, as if the air in the whole place was also vibrating together, like a roaring thunder exploding in his ears, "Remember courage!"

Zhao Mian gently let go of his hand, and the cross trembled slightly in the air twice, as if it was resonating with something, it slid lightly to the ground, and then little by little it sank into the clearing from the place where Grossag had just inserted it - the earth was like a mother accepting her child, and put the mark deep in her embrace, and hugged it tightly, not letting him leave.

Finally, everything was calm, Zhao Mian silently looked at the soil in front of him, which was no longer distinguishable from any ordinary land, and bent down to pat the soil on his trousers - fortunately, the soil that was very muddy due to resentment and magic was now no longer so sticky, and Zhao Mian easily slapped the soil off his body.

He stood up and turned to leave the place without a moment's pause. And in that breeze, there was like a sigh, or some silent whisper, and they murmured a faint message—but it lasted for a long time.

"It's called the Holy Light!"