(Additional update for brother "Huo Zhengtinghao" [12/15])
"Boom"
The scorching Hellfire dragged a long dark green tail flame and hit the front of the Lordaeron City cathedral as countless people watched in horror.
This was originally a place where residents in the city took refuge, and many injured people were sent here from all over to wait for Priest's rescue. At this time, doctors, herbalists and charlatans in the city gathered here to treat the wounded, and the huge square was filled with fearful people.
The place where Hellfire hit it was outrageous, right in the center of the square, smashing into pieces the Saintess Statue that stood there and was regarded as "Faith Incarnation" by the locals.
The lady who was shaped as a holy statue and stood everywhere in the Human King country is the source of belief in human civilization. She is named "Mireidal", the sister of the Lordaron Kingdom's ancestor General Lordaeron, and is also the first Priest in human history. She is the source of today's human Church of the Holy Light.
Although Church of the Holy Light does not have an idol, among the people, believers generally regard Angel Statue of "Mireidal" as the incarnation of Holy Light.
Now this damn devil is so stubborn that he used Hellfire to accurately destroy this ancient icon in the witness of countless believers. When Saintess Statue was ignited in the evil fire, leaving only half of the body and even the benevolent face was torn apart, many believers who had escaped the blow of Hellfire almost collapsed on the spot.
This seems to be a location deliberately chosen by the devil or the cultists of the "Doom Prophets" sect through precise calculations in order to combat the already low morale of Lordaeron City. This vicious tactic has achieved almost perfect results.
The residents of the city were first tortured by Magic Plague, and many people suffered from degenerative rickets and mental retardation. Now they were besieged by an extremely ferocious supernatural entity like the devil. They were already in a state of mental stress. In their subconscious understanding, the devil, who represented evil, would never dare to approach a sacred place like the cathedral.
They believe that their sincere beliefs can protect them from being harmed.
But the facts proved that in the face of the devil's violence and killing, Holy Light seemed unable to save them
"Ah, Holy Light! Open your eyes!"
An old knight wearing a Holy Crest ribbon knelt down in front of the broken icon. He saw the ferocious Hellfire waving its scorching claws in a flaming way after burning the ground. He stood up with the abominable posture of burning all things, but he had lost all the courage and will to resist. He could only lean under the icon with hunched body, and embraced his wife who was Magic Plague in a cowardly manner to welcome the arrival of death.
The knights guarding the church responded quickly.
They rode war horses and kept throwing heavy spears in an attempt to pierce the damn demon monster. Only one Hellfire hit the square. There were no Demon Guard or imps around it. As long as this evil creature could be killed in time, not many people would die in the square.
But at this moment, a group of strange guys wearing ragged hoods suddenly rushed out of the crowd.
They jumped over vigorously and pulled the knights who were caught off guard from their horses, and used the old knives or strange objects they carried with them to hit the soldiers who were protecting them.
Warriors were also resisting, but when they tore off the hoods of those guys, what came into view were twisted and ferocious faces, still human in appearance, but with green light spots beating deep in their eyes, and demonic scales growing on their foreheads, necks and fingers.
They howled and cheered with Demonic to welcome their master's arrival.
"Your king cannot save you!"
A strong female "Half-Demon" rode on the struggling young knight and pinched his neck with her clawed hands. She roared crazily:
"Magic Plague is here, Terenas left us to die! My son died, but he returned to the warm Twisting Nether, the demon masters are here! Hahaha, they will kill that dog king for us!
He couldn't protect his people and he deserves to die!"
"No, no, the king has been trying."
The knight struggled, but then someone hit him on the head with a hammer. Although he was wearing a war hammer, the blow was not fatal, but the severe pain and suffocation were gradually killing him.
Hellfire is still wreaking havoc.
The terrifying monster kept spitting out Sacrificial Fire and burned the surrounding area. As the frightened crowd ran around, the violent thing rushed towards the place with the most people, trying to kill them all and dedicate their souls to Twisting Nether.
"Open the door quickly!"
The frightened young Priest slapped the door of the church. Those frightened people fled inside and closed the door. No matter how many people outside called, they gritted their teeth and refused to open it.
No one wants to die here.
"Open the door!"
A low voice sounded from behind them, and a man who was holding on to the door bolt shouted without looking back:
"You can't open it! My wife and kids are here! Those monsters are killing people outside, you can't open it!"
"But a wooden door can't protect you, and neither can a city wall."
The hand exuding golden light was placed on the shoulder of the father who only wanted to protect his family amidst the surprised screams of the people around him. As the warm Holy Light turned into a halo and spread outward, Bishop Benedictus said warmly:
"Only faith can bless the soul, and only Holy Light can illuminate the darkness and open the door. I will light that beam of light for you."
The man looked back at the bishop behind him.
Benedictias is still wearing the blood-stained white Priest robe, but he is surrounded by warm golden Holy Light, and there is a corona-like halo behind his head. The archbishop holds a shining Gleam sword in his left hand, and holds a simple Holy Light Scripture book in his right hand.
His eyes turned into golden pupils.
Under his gaze, fear was dispelled and courage returned to the hearts of these uneasy people.
"Follow me!"
As he said this, he stretched out his sword and opened the door in front of him.
Under the desperate Priest outside the door and the shocked gazes of the people, at this moment the bishop who seemed to be incarnated as "Saint" strode out. He raised the long sword in his hand, and circles of Holy Halo spread out to the entire square with him as the starting point.
Those Half-Demons who were committing crimes and the devil worshipers who were hiding in the crowd and setting fires everywhere to create chaos did not dare to look directly at them. They screamed and retreated.
Those who drank demon blood to ward off the plague were even more unbearable. They seemed to be thrown into a burning fire, screaming and covering their faces, but gray-white fly ash scattered outwards along with the skin that was burned by the high temperature.
Hellfire was also attracted by this light.
Although it is an irrational structure, Fel's disgust for Holy Light made it roar, and threw the lava of evil fire at Benedictus. However, the bishop with wings on his back jumped up and fell in front of Benedictus. With a flickering jump strike, the evil fire was extinguished with a sword strike, and with the extremely standard Ashen Judgment, a sword strike penetrated Hellfire's scorched core, and with the Holy Light explosion, the evil thing was completely knocked down.
Cheers erupted in the square.
The devout people shouted at the top of their lungs, and shed tears after being saved. Some even threw themselves at the feet of Benedictias and desperately kissed his old shoes stained with ashes.
But the bishop's mind was actually in a state of chaos at this moment.
He could sense everything around him but couldn't react in time. His body seemed to be taken over by another force, like watching a cool "Holy Light Descent" movie, but the hero was himself, but he was not himself.
However, this "numb" feeling, like touching a switch with bare hands, is rapidly Dispersion, and Benedictus can feel that his mind is gradually taking over his body.
He could still hear the voice saying to him:
"Have you learned? What I just taught you."
"Uh"
Benedictus, who had spent the first half of his life as a Priest, used scriptures to purify his soul and had never fully practiced martial arts. At this moment, he wanted to say that he had "learned it" against his will.
But he is very smart.
He knew what this "Vigilant" was doing by giving him "Remote Power Transmission". If he failed to master these Holy Light Combat Techniques, he would not be able to play his due role in this city that was about to fall.
So, at the risk of "blasphemy", Benedictus begged:
"Can you demonstrate it for me again? I was just so shocked that I didn't pay attention."
"Oh, so, you Priests, in addition to studying scriptures, you also have to take time to exercise. If you really can't, find a Monk to learn a few sets of boxing techniques. They will come in handy at critical moments."
Diakum gave Benedictus a few words of sincere advice, then controlled his body and jumped up, spreading his eagle-like golden wings amidst the cheers of the civilians and patrolling over Lordaeron, which was surrounded by smoke.
After catching the hellhounds and imps rushing out of an alley, he folded his wings and smashed down with a roar.
"Boom"
A classic superhero landed, and the golden stream of light erupted outward in a halo manner, incinerating all the surrounding hellhounds. In the flurry of scorching ashes, Diakum controlled Benedictus's body to get up, and treated his shattered knee.
Well, this trick is really hard on your knees, so good kids shouldn't learn it.
"I'm optimistic about it this time."
Vigilant moved his shoulders, holding the sword in his left hand and the sutra in his right hand. As the demons in the dark alley watched in horror, the human with golden wings on his back, Priest, tore through the ashes and strode towards them.
The guy was covered in blood, his face was serious and angry, and his golden eyes echoed with endless majesty.
"Oh my God!"
An elite imp elder was burning the knees of the unlucky ghost guard, and when he turned around, he screamed:
"It's not him! It's not that person! It's Vigilant in his body! It's Diakum Zastinss! Light Butcher is here! Run, kids."
This guy is so scared.
As Benedictus watched in shock, the powerful little ghost elder fell to the ground, grabbed the guard's sword and slashed at his neck with such force that most of its neck was cut off in an instant.
But when the Elite Imp fell to the ground, there was still a smile of relief on its ugly face.
"What the hell is it doing? Is this some kind of evil sacrifice?"
Lordaeron The bishop of the cathedral asked in shock.
"They are afraid of me. They know that if they are purified by my Holy Light, they will die forever, so before I kill them, they will choose to commit suicide and escape back to Twisting Nether. It is a cunning method."
Diakum sighed and said:
"I don't know which devil was so smart that he spread the news. Now all the devils with brains will do this when they see me. These cowards can't make me happy at all.
That's all, just wait and see how I will use your Holy Light."
"Ah?"
The bishop exclaimed:
"Isn't this the Holy Light you gave me? How could my own Holy Light be so hot? I. No, this is not."
"You haven't reached your potential yet, Benedictus, but don't worry, you will redeem all your talents in the future, and one day, these demons will collapse and flee before your eyes."
Diakum poured chicken soup into his temporary "Divine Warrior" and encouraged:
"I have blessed you, and your potential will be unleashed in the next ten days, but after ten days you will fall into the most extreme weakness, which means you only have ten days to wield your power from the future and bring those people in this city who are in desperate situations out of danger.
Your mentor, Archbishop Alonsus Faol, has found the noble and sacred Guardian Naaru for mankind.
Go to Stormwind.
Go there to accumulate strength and choose morality.
One day, you will turn into a symbol of hope and return to this land wearing Holy Light.
Did you learn it this time?"
When the last demon turned to ashes under the sword, there were only a few the Savior left in the quiet alley who were loudly singing praises to Holy Light. Facing Vigilant's inquiry, Benedictus nodded and said:
"I have learned, I know my mission, and I will make good use of your divine inspiration!"
"Go and let the demons in the city see Wrath of the Holy Light."
Vigilant's consciousness was withdrawn, and Benedictus regained control of his body.
He was in a dream, and when the hot ashes behind him meant that he was not imagining, he tried to slap the Light Wings behind him, letting himself fly into the low altitude and roar towards another place where demons were causing trouble.
He held the decorative sword hanging in his Meditation Room that didn't even have a blade in his hand, and the Demon Guard that rushed towards him was burned to ashes in the holy flames.
the bishop roared.
He attacked the demons that harmed the people of Holy Light, slashing with sword after sword until all the monsters in the entire city were slaughtered by him.
He seemed to be caught up in some kind of fanatical punishment.
It was difficult for him to control this enthusiastic Consecration, but when he saw the scripture in his right hand, the enthusiasm in his heart faded a little.
No wonder Vigilant wanted to consecrate this scripture at the same time as Consecrated Sword.
Ah, walking Holy Light Path, the power of fanaticism and loyal faith are indispensable.
"Bang"
The mephit that rushed into the tavern through the window was smashed in the head with a stick.
Wanderer Old Chen, dressed in black, took a slight breath. He turned around and glanced behind him. The tavern was already crowded with civilians who had come here to seek refuge. Seeing their expectant and adoring eyes, Old Chen's head began to hurt.
He felt as if he had fallen into the same experience at Tranquil Garden Town again.
There, he broke the wanderer's rules by casually rescuing people. After confirming that the forest could withstand Green Skins, he ran away in a flash. He thought he could escape the dangerous "Saint" when he came to Northern Borderlands, but he didn't expect that he would encounter similar troubles as soon as he arrived at Lordaeron.
"If I had known, Yunyou would have placed it with Kalimdor this time."
Chen sighed.
But he knew that if he let it go this time, the demon on the street would rush in and kill everyone in the tavern within five minutes.
Protecting the tavern is not difficult, the difficult thing is how to take these people away to a safe place.
The most important thing is, is there really a safe place for Northern Borderlands now?
"Of course not. You have to escort these poor people to where you "came", trying to escape their fate but they will always be found by me Old Chen."
A familiar voice sounded in Old Chen's ears, which startled Monk.
He turned around quickly but couldn't see anyone beside him, but the sound was lingering around him, like some kind of shadow.
"It just so happens that you are here, otherwise there is really no way to break this bad situation with just a temporary Divine Warrior."
With the help of Faith Power, Diakum stretched out his hand and put it on Old Chen's shoulder, and said:
"I'll lend you this powerful energy!"
"Don't!"
Old Chen only had time to resist, and his consciousness was stripped out of his body in an instant. Just like Benedictus's "Divine Descent" or "Faith Incarnation" just now, his body as fierce as a bear and as sharp as a cat was temporarily taken over by the dangerous Saint.
But Old Chen is not Holy Light Follower!
This means that the Faith Power required by Diakum to use "Divine Descent" on him must be doubled, but considering Monk's ultra-high mobility and unique and powerful combat talent, Vigilant believes that this is necessary.
"Stop messing around, Vigilant!"
Old Chen's consciousness roared:
"Don't disturb my body with your Holy Light. The way of Qi works in completely different ways than your Holy Light. Don't destroy my foundation."
"You're looking down on people, aren't you?"
Diakum played with Jade Bamboo Pole in his hand very nostalgically, and did a stick trick in his hand in a decent way. He controlled Old Chen's body and made a "keep up" movement towards the people behind him.
Then he stepped forward and kicked open the door of the tavern.
The demons who were burning and looting outside the door all turned around and saw a Pandaren throwing his bamboo hat out coolly, clasping his hands together and calling for the Holy Flame to join him.
Under the astonished gaze of Old Chen, this Vigilant controlled his body and smoothly performed a set of exquisite "Holy Light Thunderclap" in a posture that had "cultivated for at least thirty years". He then used the Divine Crane Neck Kick flying around to set off the hot Sunfire Cyclone, sucking in the surrounding demons and burning them to ashes.
"I heard that your Monk ancestor Master Kang was nicknamed "Fist of Dawn". I don't know what kind of Pandaria ancient boxing technique he used back then, but I think Holy Light is not much different from Holy Light."
Diakum makes a "gathering energy" movement.
Let the terrifying Holy Light continue to circle and compress in the palm of his hand, being continuously strengthened like a "Spirit Bomb".
He commented sharply:
"But I also have a trick, "Fist of Dawn". Please give it a try, master Monk."
In front of him, the legendary Doom Lord roared and waved Doom Greatblade to set the city on fire. As Old Chen's body stepped on the wall and jumped up, the energy stored in his hand was violently pushed out.
A stream of light flashed over Lordaeron, and after the golden broken light Dispersion, the Doom Lord with a big hole in its head fell weakly to the ground. Its entire body was quickly burned by the holy flame, leaving only a burning Doom Blade stuck in the ruins.
Old Chen stood coquettishly on top of the ruins in the posture of Golden Rooster Standing. He stretched out his hand to catch the bamboo hat falling from the sky and put it on his head. He held it up and said with a master's style:
"Light Weaver Faction Sun Soul Sect·Fist of Dawn, please advise!"
"What the hell is this "Fist of Dawn"? You clearly used your own holy flame to burn it to death with a powerful move Holy Fire!"
Old Chen complained:
"What other weird Sun Soul Sect, I have never heard of this Monk genre!"
"Now you hear it."
Diakum laughed and pulled away his consciousness, but left a hot Holy Light blessing in Old Chen's body.
He warned:
"All the people in the city, I'm begging you! Help Bishop Benedictus lead them to Stormwind. After that, I'll give you some benefits."
"Hmph, I Five Dawn Temple Monk never ask for anything when doing things."
"I'll take you back to Pandaria."
"? Okay! It's a deal!"