No one knows better than Jerry himself how lightning bolts differ from radiant arrows. Pen, fun, and www.biquge.info

If you remove some of the technical things, his lightning arrow is actually the equivalent of removing the part of invoking divine grace when casting the radiant arrow. Because of this, the Lightning Bolt is slightly faster than the Radiant Arrow in terms of cast speed.

Jerry thought that after removing the invocation of divine grace, the lightning arrow would get a faster cast speed, but it should only be weaker. Even before he tried it, he was worried that this copycat version of the divine technique would be too weak, so weak that it would be on the same level as the most basic fireball technique.

But the result was so unexpected.

How so?

Jerry already has the strength of a believer, but this is Edel's division of the realm of the priesthood, but it does not represent his belief in the gods.

It was precisely because of the lack of that kind of true believer fanaticism that he suddenly thought of a possibility, a possibility that seemed to almost everyone to be alarmist, even rebellious.

God, who deceived those who believed in Him!

If he takes his "Radiant Arrow" that does not contain divine grace as the standard, then theoretically the Radiant Arrow that received divine grace should be stronger, but now it is even weaker.

In this way, the role of charism in this is very thought-provoking.

Jerry cautiously watched his surroundings, thanks to the high level of secrecy in the Light Library, as long as he was in the experimental area, he didn't have to worry about being snooped on by others.

"Try again!"

Jerry kept trying.

With the success of the first Lightning Bolt, it's now easy to cast it again.

But the result is the same!

"Go on!"

Soon Jerry came up with a statistic that he had already thought of, but couldn't believe. The new magical lightning arrow he created based on the Radiant Arrow is at least about thirty percent stronger than the original Radiant Arrow in terms of power.

Even if there is a bonus to his intellectual talent, the test of the Hazeltooth Wood Target is the ultimate power in an ideal state, and the priest will only be weak and not strong in actual use.

The library of light was as bright as day, but Jerry almost felt like he was in endless darkness, as if the outside night had invaded.

If he guessed correctly, then every one of Edel's priests fell into the shen's tricks. And the gods they believe in and worship are not generous givers, but cunning stealers.

For every magic they cast, the Radiant Arrow was used as an example, and the divine grace of the gods erased about a quarter of its magical power.

This vanished quarter of the magic power is directly reflected in the power of magic.

In the end, the priests, after using the same magic power and life force as any other magic, were only given a mutilated spell labeled as a god and castrated with an effect.

As for where that quarter of the magic went, there was almost no other possibility than being taken away by the so-called divine grace.

Could it be that the gods are only going to great lengths to make it impossible for humans to master stronger spells? Could it be that the role of the divine grace is to make a limit? Of course not!

The only answer is to steal, and the so-called divine grace is like a thief's tweezers, stealing the magic of the priest.

It was because of this thought that Jerry felt cold. He finally understood what the teacher had said to him before-

"Magic is about gods, but not all about gods. You only need to remember this sentence now, but you don't need to understand it. ”

Yes, just remember, you don't need to understand, because it's hard for him to afford to understand.

In the experimental area, Jerry, who had been sitting quietly for a long time, finally opened his eyes.

Now there is no confusion in his eyes, and naturally there is no extreme nervousness before.

After calming down, he thought carefully many more times. The answer was that his guess was correct, but probably not all of them.

If the gods really are just stealers, then there are so many things that can't be explained.

For example, some of the divine techniques that were far more powerful than the Radiant Arrow were definitely beyond the mastery of an ordinary priest's body.

If the gods only steal and have no gifts, then the priests themselves will never be able to exert that kind of power. Not to mention that according to his assumptions, without divine grace, the power of "divine magic" would be even stronger.

In addition, special things like those that happen at some special moments, such as a person who has never been exposed to magical knowledge and has never been discovered to have any divine potential, but after receiving divine grace, shows great power, it also shows that the effect of divine grace is real.

Looking at it this way, it can only be said that some of them are isolated cases. The gods are stealing, but there are also gifts, but the specific conditions and rules are not yet in Jere's mind.

When a person encounters a problem that he is not able to solve for the time being, the best choice is to keep it in mind and put it aside, and strive to improve himself until he finds a solution and opportunity.

Jerry did exactly that, and when he was sure that even though he had a collection of more than 700,000 volumes, even if he felt that he had discovered some of the secrets of the Radiant Arrow and the Divine Arts, he still couldn't make a clear judgment, he decisively put the matter aside for the time being.

Whether he was a gift or a steal from his gods had nothing to do with him, at least for the time being.

Having successfully created the Lightning Arrow, he is already on the right path, and it is no longer impossible to advance, and it also gives him the opportunity to finally realize the dream of a strong man that has been burning in his heart for many years.

All he needs to do now is to go one step at a time, and as for the future, we will talk about it later.

Under the clear moonlight, in the garden behind the headquarters of the Holy Knight Legion, the prospective saint Catherine was sitting under the ice lotus tree.

She hugged her knees, curled up tightly, and buried her face deeply.

Tick!

A pearlescent tear fell, crashed into the ice and disappeared in an instant.

Even on such a quiet night, such a slight sound is hard to detect, but the other creatures living on this artificial ice field can.

The birds and insects that had been chirping cheerfully or leisurely before had long since lost their lives, as if they were afraid that the slightest movement would anger the hostess, who had fallen into sorrow.

And with their poor wisdom, they will never understand why this mistress showed a different kind of weakness than usual, and why she wept and wept.

"Uh, Holy Maiden...... What's wrong with you?"

The sudden sound broke the dead silence in an instant, and Catherine's body jerked away, and she looked up in disbelief at the figure that should never have been here: "Why are you here!"