Light!

Dazzling light!

When Ye Ming came back to his senses, he found that he was still controlling the earl's body, and his posture was the same as before, but the holy shield in his hand lit up with a sudden light!

Time seemed to stop at this moment.

Dancing with the wolf was standing with his bow drawn, and he was trying to shoot a third arrow, blood dripping down his broken finger and frozen in mid-air.

The rain of arrows in the sky was still falling, Ye Ming turned his head and noticed that the women and knights behind him were shouting, but their open mouths could not make any sound, and they could only judge their worries from their panicked expressions.

"Warning!Warning!Abnormal energy output!Suggestion to cut off the spiritual link channel!Warning!Warning...!" The chip's rapid warning voice sounded in his mind.

He noticed that the gray-white light and shadow were dissolving at a speed visible to the naked eye, "What's the situation?" Ye Ming was a little confused, but then he felt that it was dark in front of him, and the stream of consciousness returned to that darkness.

"What's going on!"

As Lance rode up the hillside, the Rangers and Templars who followed him stared in disbelief at the strange battlefield in front of them.

Corpse!

Corpses all over the hills!

Shriveled and twisted body, hideous and terrifying face.

From their respective intact animal skin costumes, it is not difficult for Lance and the others to judge the identities of these people before their lives - Misty Mountain People!

They lay in a circle on the snow around them, countless jumbled weapons fell aside, and in the center of the encirclement stood the proud body of Count Carolus, whose knights and rescued women were kneeling at the man's feet, whispering something as if they were worshipping the gods.

"He's borrowed Kamui! He can actually use magic!" Martin said in a suddenly excited tone, the familiar state of death of these misty mountain people made him seem to see the scene where Lance once exerted his might on the battlefield.

"yes," Jacob nodded, looking a little lost, and muttered in a low tone, "It's really powerful..."

Obviously, this scene made the two of them, who were also Templars, jealous, why? The Count was not a son of a god, why could he use the power of magic, and when it was his turn, he could only send down the light to speed up the recovery of physical strength and injuries?

It's not fair!

A shout resounded in their heads, as if they were interrogating their respective hearts.

Luckily, Lance's serious tone brought the two of them back to their senses, "No! the Earl's state seems—" he said with some uncertainty, pulling the reins sharply and galloping away at the survivors.

Martin and Jacob looked at each other, both a little ashamed of the idea that had just come to them, and hurried after Lance with the rest of the Rangers.

"Tap, tap, tap..."

The sound of horses' hooves woke up the grief-stricken crowd, and the knights saw the coming, and stood up sharply, "What are you doing here, coward, we don't need your fake tears!"

Lance ignored these accusations, and dismounted with his followers in silence, standing in front of the body that had never fallen, the bloody hole in Carolus' chest had already attracted all his attention, "Lord Count?"

He called softly, lest he disturb the spirits of the dead.

"Get out of here!"

The knights stepped forward and shoved, they all knew that Lance could also use magic, maybe if he was there, the Count might not have died, "What qualifications do you have to stand here, go back to your castle in the country, we don't need your rescue!

"Bastard! what do you want to do!"

Martin and Jacob drew their swords, and the Rangers were somewhat silent, and although the knights were rude and even spit in Lance's face, it was clear that for some reason they did not intend to get involved in the dispute.

"Why? I don't dare to make a move against the people of the Misty Mountain, but I dare to draw my sword at my own people, right?" the knights said sarcastically, and reflexively pulled out the long sword inserted in front of the earl, the blood stains on it had condensed into ice, "Templar knights, you have disgraced the name of the Temple of Order!"

"You!"

Martin and Jacob were close to rushing forward, if not stopped by Lance.

He withdrew his hand from the two of them, clenched it into a fist, and tapped his breastplate, "I'm sorry, but trust me, I'm here..."

"Is it for us?" one of the knights interrupted suddenly, while the rest burst into laughter, "No one cares why you're here or what you're here for, ask your heart, it's already made its choice!"

"Yes, I admit that I may lack chivalry, but—" Lance took a deep breath and suppressed the anger churning in his chest, the remaining saliva on his face making him look a little embarrassed.

"No, perhaps, you're not a knight in the first place!" interrupted another knight, his words both rude and vicious, "you're just an illegitimate child! Poof!"

Lance threw a punch that knocked him to the ground, "Has anyone taught you that the spirit of a knight is more than sacrifice and humility?" he looked down on the knight like a giant, "Or do you think you are heroic, all of you are admirable heroes?"

Lance's anger stunned the knights, and he didn't intend to give them a chance to refute, "Just because of your recklessness, a poor woman has lost her husband! Five children have no future path from their father! Tell me out loud, you are heroes?"

Lance's roar caused the knights to let go of their grips on their swords, and lowered their heads in shame, obviously he was right, everyone was a little selfish, maybe the only people present were the dead Count and the two freelancers who were still alive.

Cedric's wife raised her head, she was holding her husband's corpse in her arms, tears still visible on her face, "I don't know what you're arguing about, but I'd rather he didn't come, he didn't even bring a lance, those damn squires, they didn't prepare a lance for him..."

Her voice was hoarse and low, and her unstoppable crying had obviously injured her vocal cords, "Wake up, Cedric, wake up..."

"Hey..."

He was dead and swallowed back, and Lance turned his head a little reluctantly to look at the knights who had calmed down. They all understand that this is the last conjecture of a woman who has gone mad, and no one wants to break it again and peel back the cold reality to show her.

"Get up..."

Lance reached out and released kindness.

But the punched knight did not accept it, and he stubbornly stood up on his own, looked at Lance wordlessly, and returned to his wife's side.

"The Earl is dead, and we're all sad," Bernie explained, "no one wanted that, and it was a surprise to all..."

He was a knight who followed the creed, and Gna, who was a companion, said, "We can't forgive you, maybe you're right?" I don't know, I think... We're all a little lost, and no one knows the answer..."

"The jewel!"

Just as everyone was falling into inexplicable grief, a long-lost whisper suddenly sounded in Lance's ears, "Find that dragon tear gem, the Misty Mountain people once held it with wolves!"

"Dragon's Tear Gem?"

He muttered unconsciously, and looked around with some confusion, and the eyes of the knights told it its direction—there was a huge bow, and the jewels set on it had broken out of the groove and rolled down on the snow not far away, emitting a deep blue light under the refraction of the sun.

Confused, Lance walked over and picked it up, playing with it in the palm of his hand - it was too small to tell it was the rumored dragon's tears.

"Quick! put it in Carolus' chest!"

Ye Ming's voice was a little excited, when the earl's energy was absorbed by himself, the instantly surging holy shield successfully burned all the misty mountain barbarians into ashes. But the body that lost his soul could not continue to be controlled, and his consciousness returned to his body after the spiritual link was broken.

Originally, Ye Ming was already desperate, after all, the only believer present had died, and he couldn't communicate with these would-be believers who had not built a faith mark, so at least a medium was needed.

Just like Lance and Angel had done before, even if they didn't pass the test they had set, they had to at least bathe in the light.

Fortunately, Lance arrived, which made Ye Ming a little strange, he didn't follow his orders to rush here, but at this moment, Ye Ming was not in the mood to pay attention to these trivial matters.

"Hurry up... Hurry up—" he kept urging, and his consciousness passed through Lance's contact as he wished, and he couldn't wait to take possession of the gem.

There was not much residual energy in it, but from the beginning, Ye Ming didn't care about this, and there was even another idea in his mind taking shape - if the Earl's body was not completely lifeless...

"Put this gem in the heart of his chest and bring him back to life?" Lance heard a glimmer of hope in the urging voice of the god Nidaya, he was startled by his own thoughts, but he had to fantasize about this possible success, and even the gentle walk inadvertently turned into a trot, and then gradually turned into an irrepressible run.

"What do you want to do!" one of the knights snapped, trying to stop Lance from approaching the Count's corpse, after all, his actions were confusing everyone, "don't try to blaspheme..."

Before the knight could finish his words, he was pushed away by the excited Lance, who took the dragon tear gem and gently stuffed it into the count's chest.

"Stop him, you damn bastard!" the knights raised their swords again, but they all froze on the spot, and the incredible sight in front of them made everyone's mouths open wide.

The Count is awake!

Although his eyes never closed, they were now regaining their light.

The hole in his chest was healing rapidly, new sprouts were growing, and in the blink of an eye there was no longer a trace of scarring, as if he had never been hit by that arrow, and it was back to normal.