The indescribable, enormous mass of material wriggled like this, and even Amber, who jumped from the real world into the Shadow Realm every once in a while, and Wright, who was familiar with various holy light classics, had never heard of anything like this - it was a mixture of twisted flesh and blood, the outline of bones, muscles, and skin was completely invisible, and in it was mixed with magnificent fragments with a crystalline texture, this mixed substance was soaked in a sparkling "puddle", but if you looked closely, you would find that the sparkling " The puddle was actually a ray of light: its edges were diffuse and connected to the shimmering particles that swam in the air, and Wright, a decent clergyman, was sure that it was a pure light.

The sacred and the profane, the beautiful and the terrifying, the completely contradictory elements gathered on this mixture that was rapidly regenerating, making Amber feel his scalp tingle.

One of the white knights exclaimed, "He's regenerating!" ”

No one could figure out how the mixture worked, and no one knew how Fran B. Braun came to this form—of course, the tempore bishop might not have been in this form before the valiant white knights duly threw a bunch of heavy grenades into the room—but everyone knew one thing, and that was that the regenerated creature was definitely not a good one!

Wright immediately raised his hammer and shouted, "Prepare the hand cannon—"

The twisted flesh soaked in the holy light survived a ferocious round of bombardment, but it was not difficult to tell from its embarrassed state that this thing was by no means immortal, it could be harmed, it could be weakened - and the transcendents of this world were no strangers to monsters that could regenerate, and for them, it was not terrible for the enemy to have strong vitality or regeneration, as long as it could be injured, it was not a big problem.

In short, as long as it can light up the bleeding bar, it is at most a matter of playing a few more rounds.

However, at the moment when the white knights raised their hand cannons to aim, a sudden change occurred.

The mixture of flesh and crystal suddenly increased its wriggling speed, and from the watery light flowing around her, there was an indescribable roar, which seemed to be the roar of a thousand beasts superimposed, and it pierced into the minds of everyone on the scene, and the nearest amber was no exception - she looked at the mixture of flesh and crystal with wide eyes, and felt that the mixture of flesh and crystal was so holy.

The glorious music rang out, and the whole prayer room was shrouded in light, and the boundless light hung down from the distant sky like a curtain, and shrouded it from all sides, turning it into a magnificent, magnificent, and beautiful sanctuary, Amber saw countless spirits emerge from the air, bowing to the hazy shadow in the center of the sanctuary, and a low murmur sounded in her ears:

"Worship Him...... Believe in Him......" "Believe in Him...... Obey Him...... "He will protect you, He will guide you ......"

There were more curtains around them, and the invisible wind blew in the secret room, raising the curtain as thin as a cicada's wings, and behind the curtains, the dense eyes flickered and swayed, casting a gaze that had neither good will nor malice, and countless mouths opened and closed in the darkness, whispering meaningless and mindless.

Amber subconsciously stepped forward, wanting to embrace the holy light, she still seemed to maintain some kind of strange sobriety inside, she knew that she was about to cross an invisible line, once she entered that realm, she would become a devout disciple of the god of light, but she herself could not raise the slightest resistance to this, she took the first step, then the second......

But just as she was about to reach that threshold, a familiar voice suddenly burst into her mind, although she didn't often hear it: "...... Why do you believe that? Why don't you learn how to cook with me......"

All the illusions vanished, the light, the veil, the whispering, the eyes behind the veil and the invisible mouth...... Everything shattered like a dream, and Amber found herself standing in the shambled prayer room, not even moving a single step, and the wriggling mass of flesh was still soaked in a watery light, and regeneration was far from complete.

"Thank you, Goddess for saving the ......" Amber quickly (and without reverence) thanked the Goddess of Shadows she believed in, and then immediately saw what was going on with the others: Wright's body stood there as if frozen, staring angrily at the close mass of flesh, while the other white knights in the room all tensed their muscles, and everyone had a look of struggle on their faces.

The White Knights are not just elite soldiers selected from the army, they are also resolute and have been baptized by the new teachings of the Holy Light - they can resist for a long time when faced with the intrusion of faith in the God of Light, if not as directly as Amber does.

Amber immediately thought quickly about what she could do at the moment, but before she could act, a roar suddenly came from the side.

Wright broke free from the strange psychic influence directly with his extraordinary mind, and he raised the mechanically powered warhammer high, and the warhammer was filled with surging light, and with a roar, the warhammer smashed down-

The twisted flesh that had just been half-aggregated was directly torn apart by this hammer, and quickly vaporized in the blazing holy light.

Amber heard a hallucinatory scream ringing in her head—a scream mixed with great pain and hatred, and she even felt a real emotion stirring through the prayer room, and everyone present felt it: more than hatred, more remorse and incomprehension, and it seemed that until it was completely dissipated, the owner of this emotion did not understand why the trap he had carefully arranged was useless, and he did not understand why the intruders did not play their cards according to common sense......

The screaming died down after half a second, and the light that roamed throughout the prayer room faded abruptly, and all the stirring energy gradually calmed down, and Fran Béran's breath completely dissipated into the air.

The White Knights gripped their hammers and raised their cannons for two minutes before they confirmed that the enemy had been completely destroyed.

“…… Is it really gone? Amber patted her chest, staring nervously at the pit in the center of the room, remembering what she had just experienced, she was still a little scared, and at the moment she was afraid that some twisted flesh and crystals would come out of nowhere.

“…… The spirit has calmed down, and the noise in the holy light has disappeared," Wright carefully felt the fluctuations of the holy light in the space, nodded slightly, and said, "It seems that it was just a counterattack from Fran B. Braun's near-death state. ”

The white knights on guard around also confirmed the safety of the environment through the tactical eyepieces, and after making sure that there would be no strange things suddenly jumping out to fool their religion, Amber breathed a sigh of relief, and then became a little incredulous: "That was really Fran B. Braun just now?" How could he be so powerful? ”

"It's not normal......," Wright frowned, obviously puzzled, "just now this place was filled with very pure holy light, and the whole room was close to semi-sanctuary, but this was not at all a power that a mid-level or even a high-level divine officer could grasp. And even if the divine power of the cathedral reserves is mobilized, Fran Béran's distorted and mutated appearance cannot be explained......"

"I vaguely seemed to have seen a lot of visions just now," Amber scratched her hair, "I saw a lot of light and pilgrims, and countless eyes hidden between the curtains, and there was a voice telling me to believe in the Light, and that voice seemed to be a thought of my own......"

“…… You've been pulled so deep at the time?! Wright was taken aback, but then reacted, "Yes, you were standing too close at the time...... It's unbelievable that you were able to resist that force with your own will. ”

"Thanks to the Shadow Goddess," Amber drew a circle on her chest, "I'm chosen by the Night God......"

"Oh," Wright said casually, and then listened intently—the noise from the surface was almost quiet, "Looks like it's almost over, ready to evacuate." ”

Amber immediately jumped to her feet: "Hey, why do you react the same way as Gawain!" I'm telling you I'm the chosen one of the night! The goddess also talked to me for a while, you know, she taught me ......"

"Crunch—"

Amber, who was jumping on her feet, suddenly felt as if she had stepped on something, she lowered her head and raised her feet to take a look, and the movement of jumping on the spot suddenly stiffened.

It was a crystal-like substance that shimmered with shimmering light...... It's the crystal substance that was mixed in Fran B. Braun's flesh and blood before!

"Damn!!" The embarrassed half-elf let out an exclamation, "There's still this thing!" ”

Wright was also taken aback, and he hurriedly walked to Amber with his hammer in his hand: "Don't be nervous - I'll see." ”

Amber almost jumped to three meters away, watched Wright crouch on the ground and carefully examine the crystal shard, and cautiously asked, "What's going on...... This thing isn't going to suddenly grow a Fran B. Braun, is it? ”

“…… It doesn't seem to be moving anymore," Wright finally picked up the crystal shard carefully after some inspection and light sensing, "This is probably the last remnant of Fran B. Braun's death...... Strange substance. ”

Amber seems to have a strange attachment to "growing people": "Are you sure this thing won't grow people?" ”

"I'm not sure, I'm going to show it to scholars, like Master Kamel or Master Pittman," Wright said frankly, "but at least for now, the little light that remains inside it is completely calm, and it shouldn't change anytime soon." ”

"You can say Master Carmel, Pittman guy is still it," Amber pouted, then glanced at the crystal shard in Wright's hand with fear, "Then you can take this thing, maybe Gawain...... The Duke was interested in it. ”

Wright shrugged indifferently, carefully placed the crystal shard into a portable container, and then began to instruct the other white knights: "Check the surroundings again to see if there are any other similar debris, collect them." In addition, look for any remaining pieces of clothing, take them out, and tell the people that Fran Béran has been purified by the White Knight. ”

"Yes! Patriarch! ”

The White Knights sprang into action, and Wright frowned at the devastated prayer room, where the pure and warm light still flowed slowly between the shattered altar and the sacred runes, as if it had not been contaminated by the blasphemous monster from before.

"The Light will not be dusted...... Can it only be the human heart that is covered with dust......"