Bloodline Lord of War - Chapter 197

  Chapter 197 The Descent of the Holy Light and the Spear of Thor

  When Pastor Feynman mentioned Sabri, the smile on Robin’s face disappeared immediately, his expression cooled down a little bit, and vengeful anger ignited in his dark eyes.

   “Now I very much hope that Sabri will fight again, so that I can avenge Baron Lauren and those coalition soldiers who died tragically!”

   Robin said, and then punched the air in front of him two consecutive straight punches. Every time he punched, his fist was covered with golden lightning.

   “Tell me about that vampire named Sabri. Next, he may be our enemy. You have fought against him, so you should know him better.” Pastor Feynman asked with a serious expression.

Robin thought for a while, and organized his language a little bit: “He is a pure warrior, his strength is roughly equivalent to that of a third-class human knight, but he is stronger than ordinary vindictive knights, that bastard, I almost killed him by half His body was blown up, but he is still alive, every blood race is very difficult to kill, their lives are too hard.”

   “I’ve also heard from Bohr and the others.” Feynman pointed to the four coalition soldiers around the campfire, and exclaimed. “You were a second-class knight back then, and you beat that Sabri by leapfrogging!”

  Robin spread his hands and smiled helplessly: “That’s because I have a magic item, but this item is a one-time item, and I can’t use it now.”

   “However, you have successfully advanced to the third-class knight now. If Sabri catches up again, we still have a great chance of winning.” Pastor Feynman analyzed.

   “Of course we can win! We must win!” Robin raised his fist and squeezed it with a “click” sound, with a confident expression on his face.

   “I’m a battle priest, and I can fight too.” Feynman patted the weapon on his waist, and a one-handed mace was hanging on his right belt.

   “Of course, as a pastor, I am better at this.”

   There was a palm-sized bell hanging on his left belt. He took off the bell and waved it in Robin’s sight. Surprisingly, the bell didn’t ring.

   This bell is golden, with a very slender waist, and very beautiful and complicated patterns painted on the surface.

“This is the bell of the Holy Light. It is the spell-casting tool of our priest of the Holy Light. It is equivalent to a magician’s staff. It will only ring when it is injected with divine power. Baron Robin, if we really fight with Sabri later, I can cast it Divine magic assists you.”

  Pastor Feynman closed his eyes, he slowly raised the Holy Light bell over his head, then shook it slightly, and made a “jingle bell”, which sounded very pleasant.

   “Divine art, holy light descends.”

In the next moment, a golden light suddenly fell from the top of Robin’s head. He raised his head in astonishment, and he couldn’t open his eyes because of the dazzling golden holy light above his head. This divine light appeared out of nowhere in midair. of.

Enveloped by the holy light, Robin suddenly felt his body became much lighter. At the same time, a mass of soft power emerged from his body. He felt that his various basic attributes had improved a lot, his fists became stronger, and the feet under his feet The pace also seemed to become lighter.

  In general, the effect of [Descent of the Holy Light] is similar to Smaug’s [Dragon Cry].

   “This is an augmentation spell. It can temporarily increase your strength, speed, fighting will, and self-healing power.” Pastor Feynman explained, and then he turned to look at the four coalition soldiers behind him.

  At this moment, the four young men were staring at Robin dumbfounded. It was the first time for them to see real magic.

   “You should also feel it. After all, when the time comes, you must at least have the ability to protect yourself. Once a fight starts, Baron Robin and I may not care about you.”

  Feynman raised the bell of the holy light, and shook it lightly again. With a “jingle”, four golden holy lights descended from the sky, enveloping the four coalition soldiers one by one.

  They immediately felt the changes in their bodies, and several of them suddenly became ecstatic, stood up immediately, and gestured to each other excitedly.

  The previous injuries on them are almost healed, thanks to Feynman. Before Robin woke up, Feynman had healed each of them with the holy light technique.

   “How do you feel?” Feynman walked up to Robin and asked expectantly.

“I can feel a steady stream of strength, and my body doesn’t seem to know how tired I am.” Robin clenched his fists and grinned at Feynman, revealing a row of neat white teeth. This feeling of strength made him very excited .

   “However, this state can only last for ten minutes.”

   “Hahaha, ten minutes is enough to end the battle.” Robin laughed and said.

  At this time, Robin has two newly awakened bloodline skills, one of which is [Lightning Control], which he already knows by heart. This skill allows him to control the lightning in detail.

   Another bloodline skill: [Thunder God’s Spear], Robin will also try to use it.

  He took a deep breath, mobilized the power of lightning in his body, and grabbed forward with his right hand. The power of lightning was released from his palm, and quickly condensed into a golden thunder gun about two meters long!

  Although the name is “Thor’s Gun”, in fact, this thunder gun is not a very regular spear style, but just looks like a spear.

  The thunder gun released a frantic electric current, making a “crackling” sound, and the dazzling golden light illuminated the entire five meters around.

  When Thor’s gun was held in his hand, Robin immediately understood that this skill turned out to be a throwing skill!

  A golden thunder gun suddenly appeared in Robin’s hand, which startled Pastor Feynman, and he couldn’t help but instinctively took two steps back. The four coalition soldiers beside the bonfire also stopped their duel, staring at Robin in astonishment.

   “What a powerful lightning power!” Feynman frowned, looking at the thunder gun in Robin’s hand, showing a shocked expression,

   Robin looked down at the golden thunder gun in his hand, with uncontrollable ecstasy on his face. Then, holding his breath and concentrating, he trot forward two steps, stepped forward, twisted his waist, and withdrew his shoulders. At this moment, all the muscles in his body twisted into a rope, and he threw the golden thunder gun in his hand.

  The golden lightning shot towards the pitch-black sky, leaving a thin golden line in mid-air. This thin golden line extended obliquely from the ground to the sky, and stretched all the way to the dark distance beyond the naked eye. If it weren’t for the thunder gun’s own lightning light, the naked eye would not be able to capture its flight trajectory at all.

   A few seconds later, the golden trail left by the thunder gun when it flew slowly disappeared.

   Feynman and the four coalition soldiers were stunned, it was the first time they had seen such an ability. The five people raised their heads in unison, looking at the dark sky where the thunder gun disappeared, everyone’s face was full of shock.

  Robin spat out a mouthful of hot air, and his muscles couldn’t help trembling. Although he didn’t actually shoot anything, he already felt the power of Thor’s gun. He believes that with one shot, he can defeat Sabri.

   “Terrible skill!” Feynman retracted his gaze and praised sincerely. Looking at Robin’s confident face again, he suddenly realized that his [Holy Light Descends] seemed useless, because Robin was strong enough even without the state.

Although Thor’s Spear is very powerful, the power of lightning it consumes is astonishing. Throwing this spear consumes almost half of Robin’s “battery”. That is to say, at his current level, he can only throw If you shoot two shots, you won’t be able to shoot any more.

  So in the battle, Robin must plan carefully and save some electricity. This is his strongest killing move so far. If he can’t defeat the enemy with one move, then he may be the last person to die.

  After throwing the thunder gun, after the initial excitement passed, Robin suddenly felt a sense of loss of strength. This was because he took away too much lightning power in his body at once.

  He exhaled, turned around and walked back to the bonfire camp, and said to Feynman: “Mr. Feynman, I’m going to rest for a while.”

  Feynman also walked back with him, and said as he walked: “It seems that although your combat skill is amazingly powerful, it also consumes a lot of energy.”

  Robin and Feynman sat back by the campfire again. Since they were resting, the two of them started chatting with nothing to do.

“I don’t know if that **** Sabri will really come after me, I can’t wait to chop off his head now!” Robin took the water bag handed over by the soldier, raised his head and poured a few mouthfuls of clear water, and then angrily Said.

  Preacher Feynman picked up a wooden stick and poked the bonfire in front of him to make the fire burn more vigorously. The orange fire light shone on his vicissitudes of face, he smiled helplessly, and said:

“I don’t want him to come after me. I’m old, and I’m not as aggressive as you young people. If possible, I don’t want to fight anymore. I just want to go back to Dragon’s Back Castle as soon as possible, and then relax. Take a nice warm bath.”

  Pastor Feynman’s words surprised Robin a little. In his impression, the Church of the Holy Light has always had an attitude of killing blood races. But what Pastor Feynman said was a bit depressing, not like what a pious clergyman should say.

  He turned his head and looked at Feynman suspiciously: “Mr. Feynman, I thought the Church of the Holy Light absolutely hated the blood race.”

“The attitude of the Holy See is indeed zero tolerance for the blood race. But hate is not a thing. There is not much emotional color in it. It’s just that we are human beings and they are blood races. For our own survival, we must eliminate the blood races. The so-called It’s just business.”

  Pastor Feynman spoke slowly while flicking the bonfire.

   “Those young people in the church are shouting all day long to completely wipe the blood race from the world. I used to be as passionate as them, but time is not forgiving. I will be fifty years old soon.”

   As he spoke, he smiled self-deprecatingly.

   “This time, if it weren’t for my personal relationship with Earl Good, I wouldn’t join the Wilderness Alliance.”

   “Earl Goode invited you here?” Robin asked curiously, he didn’t know much about the inside story.

   “Yeah, I was supposed to be transferred back to the capital in a month, but I didn’t expect to catch up with such a bad thing. Earl Goode helped me before, and I can’t break my promise to him.”

   Pastor Feynman raised his head, looked at the stars all over the sky, and said with emotion. “Perhaps, this is also the will of the Holy Light, and it is my destiny.”

  Then, he took out a stacked drawing paper from his pocket, and when it was fully opened, it was about the size of an A4 paper.

  Robin was a little curious, so he leaned over and stretched his head to take a look. It was a portrait, with a woman and a child standing on the drawing paper, and an ordinary two-story house in the background.

   This woman looks like she is in her forties, smiling happily. Although there are obvious wrinkles at the corners of the eyes, it can still be seen that she was a beautiful woman when she was young.

  The child looked seven or eight years old, a little shy, with his head slightly lowered, and his appearance was seven or eight points similar to Feynman.

The art industry of the Hongman Empire is very developed. Every year, a large number of young people enter the painting school with the dream of becoming a great painter. Therefore, the price of painting a portrait of two people is not expensive. The cheap ones may only cost a few silver coins. It is completely affordable for a high-ranking priest.

  Pastor Feynman looked at the two people in the painting, his eyes were full of love, he raised his head, and said to Robin very proudly: “This is my wife and my son.”

   All the priests of the Church of the Holy Light can marry. After all, they have to pass on their blood, otherwise the profession of the Holy Light priest will gradually disappear.

   “Your son is as handsome as you.” Robin smiled and said a polite remark.

  Feynman smiled happily. Although he knew it was a polite remark, he was still very happy to hear it: “Thank you.”

  Robin gradually understood Feynman. With his own family and children, and with concerns in his heart, he naturally didn’t want to work hard anymore.

After all, not everyone is as ambitious as Earl Goode, who is over half a century old and still tossing the Wilderness Allied Forces. More ordinary people are like Pastor Feynman. They are loyal to their duties, but they only want peace and quiet life.

Robin looked at the other four coalition soldiers. They were excited for a while because they had accepted the coming of the Holy Light, but when the effect of the magic spell faded, they also calmed down again. From their faces, Robin could see that They also don’t want to fight anymore.

  After the last **** defeat, the remaining four soldiers should only want to return home safely.

  Robin can understand them, but the anger in his heart will not be extinguished because of understanding, and he still wants to take revenge. He is such an upright guy, if you slap me, I must give you a fist back!

  Of course, now Robin will not take the initiative to go to Sabri, that would be too unwise. The area they are currently in is still the actual control area of ​​the Duke of Blood, and the first priority right now is to return to Dragon’s Back Castle as soon as possible.

  Although Robin wanted revenge, he was not burned by the flames of revenge. He decided to follow Pastor Feynman and continue heading south until he crossed the Raging River and returned to Dragon’s Back Fort.

   During this period, if Sabri really catches up, he will definitely hit Robin if he can. However, if Sabri did not catch up, then this hatred can only be temporarily suppressed in the bottom of my heart, and I will talk about it later.

  The war with the blood race has already begun. Although the Wilderness Alliance has failed this time, the war will not stop here. This is a war in which neither side will die.

Robin looked solemn, staring at the burning bonfire in front of him, and said firmly: “It would be best if we can be safe for the rest of the journey. However, if Sabri really catches up, then only beated!”

  (end of this chapter)