Once the undead knights of the Iron Regiment led by Hecarim charged and stood up, the momentum was so fierce!

Although the vast majority of the men in the entire temple were trying to hold back the gate, it was useless when Hecarim's charge began.

As the halberd burning with soul fire pierced into the door panel, the people behind the door finally couldn't hold it anymore when Karim exerted his strength.

The heavy oak door squeaked and then collapsed with a bang - a few unlucky people who couldn't dodge were even crushed directly under the door, not knowing whether they would die or die.

(Or "broken" is a better way to describe this poor door panel, the otherwise thick oak board has become as dry and brittle as a cookie under the negative energy of the undead.) ）

With a victorious attitude, Hekarim bowed his head and walked into the temple.

"Very good, very good." Looking at the trembling crowd in the temple, Hecarim's throat became a deep voice, "These decaying souls are now all mine. ”

"That can't be." Aloy finally ended his prayers and looked at the shadow of the war, "They are still in motion. ”

"Stupid doctrine." Hecarim was full of disdain for Aloy's statement, "It's a pity that you can't stop me at all." ”

"When did I say I was going to stop you?" Aloy raised his chin slightly, and the snake's eyes seemed to overflow with divinity, "It's you who stop you." ”

The next moment, a strange beam of light shone out from the idol that Aloi had prepared earlier, pointing directly at Hekarim.

If Planck had been here, he would have recognized this interesting brilliance at the first time.

Because, this is the brilliance of Naga Kapoulos torturing his soul before.

Hecarim seems to be prepared – but being prepared does not mean that preparation is useful.

"You're free, too, Hecarim." Aloy's voice seemed to have reached her limit, "Come, repent of your past stupidity and grief in the light, and become the person you longed for again." ”

"Come and be tortured by Naga Kapolos, this is the torture of your heart!"

"Ahhhh

The light dispelled the thick fog around Hekarim little by little, and the manic Shadow of War raised his halberd and began to swing at the radiance of Naga Kapoulos like a madman—but the light kept slashing, even Hekarim.

As the light emitted by the idol became stronger and stronger, the black fog around Hekarim also dissipated little by little.

This has never been the case before!

In the past, every time the temple had defeated Hecarim, it had relied on spell and brute force - and never with the same means of purification.

It is because of this that Hecarim is confident that one day Naga Kapoulos will raise a tiger - after all, after each attack, Hekarim will become stronger.

But now, Hecarim has finally discovered his ridiculousness.

Naga Kapoulos is more powerful than you can imagine!

The black fog that had accumulated over countless years of hard work was quickly purified by the light of Naga Kapoulos, and countless souls who had been enslaved and twisted by Hekarim were freed in this light—although this freedom seemed a little late, the souls still showed their pleasure.

When Hecarim had the idea of retreating, the light of Naga Kapoulos finally pierced through the black fog and shone on Hekarim's body.

Although he had cold and heavy armor on his body, the pervasive light of Naga Kapoulos still shone through the gaps in the armor and hit Hekarim's body.

Unlike the purifying effect of the souls of the dead, when it shone on Hekarim, the light of Naga Kapoulos played a different role, and under the illumination of the light, the shadow of war seemed to be hooked out of the soul.

The light and shadow of a knight floated from within him, like two portraits corresponding to each other in front of the same curtain, flickering in the flickering candle flames.

It was a young knight, with a golden helmet and silver armor, a brocade saddle and a white horse, his face full of pride, and his eyes looked into the distance with determination, as if the future was in his hands.

Hecarim's heart still retains a little bit of former pride and glory.

Only a little bit.

This kind of torture is fatal to Hecarim in his current state.

Under the light of Naga Kapolos, the deepest desires of his heart were hidden, and Hecarim's subtle kindness was magnified almost indefinitely, magnified to the point that he would not even believe.

Caught in a tangle and contradiction, Hekarim dropped his weapon and fled in the light of Naga Kapoulos.

Hecarim fled with his heavy losses of the Iron Regiment, as well as large expanses of black fog.

Countless Hekarim's undead were swept away by this light, purified or fled in disarray.

It wasn't dawn yet, but the Night of the Eclipse seemed to be over.

And Aloy, who had lost a lot of energy by praying for the power of Naga Kapoulos, finally came to the ground after Hekarim left.

In front of Sarah, the strong and swarthy Anaconda woman became languishing at a speed visible to the naked eye, as if she had lost all her strength.

"Prepare an offering for Naga Kapoulos." Looking at the large number of Sarah's men in the temple, Aloy looked at Miss Doom, "Come on—the gods hate empty promises. ”

This is also a convention, Naga Kapoulos never does anything that is not rewarded, after all, grace and retribution are also a kind of driving force for movement.

Sarah, however, shook her head.

"If that's the case, then I'm sorry."

In Eloy's astonishment, Sarah held a pistol to Aloy's forehead.

"I'm not one to take revenge, so can I trouble you and your Order to go back to the Python Islands? I swear to your safety. ”

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Hecarim harvested a lot of souls every time he was in the Night of Soul Eclipse, and these souls would grow his Iron Regiment, and Hecarim thought that sooner or later he would be able to break free from the shackles of Naga Kapoulos.

Unfortunately, what he didn't know was that Naga Kapoulos could easily purify these souls - after all, Hekarim's level of soul twisting was really not very good.