Chapter 1399 - : Domination of Holy Light (1/2)

Since Prome was rescued and regained control of the Holy Light Alliance, he had been leading the reverends of the Holy Light Alliance, who had always persevered in their faith.

Over these days, all the reverends showed tenacity, the greatest advantage of ascetics, and treated the infected mages day and night, soothing their pain.

That had never happened in real history. Noc had never been killed. The fanatics of the Holy Light Alliance were crazy, but not stupid. Prome had always stayed in the deepest dungeon of the Holy Light Alliance.

The dungeon wasn’t opened again until 5,000 years later. What was inside the dungeon were bones that were like sunny crystals. Prome’s life had come to an end—he had died in the dungeon. He had been able to resist the corruption of darkness, but not the passage of time.

At that time, the faction of reverends had risen thanks to the quick development of Noscent in the age of colonization. They were no longer the oppressed ascetics in the Holy Light Alliance.

When the reverends were powerful enough to rescue Prome, they only saw his bones, which were known as the Bones of Holy light, in the end. The bones were enshrined as the greatest symbol of holy light in the reverends’ main city.

Even Lin Yun couldn’t help but respect the legendary reverend who had held onto his faith throughout his life despite all the miseries. It had nothing to do with the man’s strength. Lin Yun only admired Prome for the latter’s virtues.

At least, Lin Yun didn’t think he could’ve done the same if he were in Prome’s shoes. The man was like a saint.

“Sir Prome, thank you for your selflessness. Unfortunately, I don’t think the space here can endure the extraordinary power of a level-8 Heaven Rank expert. Maybe we should work on something else.”

Prome’s eyes were firm and gentle.

“Sir Merlin, I know you’re a great Saint Alchemist, and probably the youngest saint of Noscent. Your mastership of alchemy is beyond everybody else’s in every aspect.

“I’m sure you can figure out a way to suppress my extraordinary power. I’ll be able to give you a hand as long as my extraordinary power is lowered by a level.

“I believe you are aware of the support that a holy light mage can provide in a battle against undead creatures. Please don’t refuse me.

“I’m certain that you know the way!”

Before Lin Yun replied, everybody whispered to each other with mixed feelings. Duke Redbud was the first to persuade him.

“Sir Prome, this is a serious situation. That terrifying skeleton king boasts the power of plague that killed a level-7 Heaven Rank light mage. Besides, the space here cannot endure your power. We all appreciate your spirit. It’s more important to contain the plague than to kill the wretched skeleton king…”

Duke Redbud tried to persuade him, only to find that Prome showed no reaction at all, and was determined to join the battle.

What a nice guy. There are few such kindhearted and persistent mages these days. No. Everybody who has Sir Prome’s virtues has died a long time ago. They cannot live long at all. It’s been so many years, and Sir Prome is the only person I know who has such virtues.

However, the skeleton king boasts the dreadful power of plague. Nobody can possibly resist the power of plague except Merlin, a Saint Alchemist. I’m sure Sir Prome is capable of resisting it. However, it’s impossible for anyone in level 8 of the Heaven Rank to fight here.

Everybody tried to persuade Prome, but he was so determined that nobody was able to stop him. After a few minutes, they all gave up.

Prome was most famous for his doggedness. He had never conceded even though he had been caged in the sunless dungeon of the Holy Light Alliance for 1,000 years. He’d never abandoned what he believed in. Everybody was aware of that.

They all heaved a sigh of admiration, and knew there was nothing they could do.

The space in the channel could only endure the extraordinary power on level 7 of the Heaven Rank, which depended on a mage’s understanding of laws.

The level-7 Heaven Rank experts might not be as strong as each other, but their understanding of laws was basically the same. The percentage of their understanding of a complete law was very similar too.

That was the key. What the channel couldn’t endure was the quality, not the quantity.

Every Heaven Rank expert could only control the quantity, but not the quality. For example, Lin Yun could cast a level-10 spell here, which would hardly ruin the channel, but if a level-8 Heaven Rank mage was to cast a level-9 spell here, the space wouldn’t be able to endure it, and it would collapse.

It was because of the qualitative difference in their extraordinary power. This space was like a wall made of magic bricks. Normal flames couldn’t break the wall even if they were burning all over it. However, a sharp weapon of a Sword Saint’s could easily pierce through it.

That was a qualitative boundary. It was fine whatever one did as long as one didn’t cross the boundaries. But if one did, the least power that one unleashed would result in great damage.

That was why high-level experts could cause significant damage when they only employed a bit of their power.

Obviously, a mage could control the quantity of their power, but not the quality. In order to participate in the battle, Prome had to lower his extraordinary power below level 8 of the Heaven Rank, but he was incapable of doing that.

Everybody tried to persuade Prome, but failed. Then, some of them began to persuade Lin Yun, hoping to suppress Prome’s power to level 7 of the Heaven Rank through alchemical methods.

Lin Yun didn’t care when the first person came, but he felt a headache as more and more people came.

Also, he realized that some of the people who came to persuade him only wanted to solve the problem of plague and infections sooner, but some others simply thought there was no stopping Prome, so they came to persuade him.

After all, Prome was the leader of the Holy Light Alliance and a level-8 Heaven Rank expert. Even undead creatures admired him for his virtues. There was nothing they could do to change his mind except trying to persuade him.

A day later, the Lionheart Prince wrote a letter to Lin Yun, and informed him of the situation. He asked Lin Yun to try to lower Prome’s level and bring him to battle.

After all, the task was very important. If the skeleton king wasn’t killed, there probably wouldn’t be another chance. Also, it was impossible to delay any longer. Nobody knew or dared to think what would happen if they delayed.

Lin Yun heaved a sigh, and went to Prome. He saw that Prome was soothing the pain of a badly infected mage with holy light spells. The plague had been slowed down thanks to the power of magic and Lin Yun’s potions, but it was only delayed, and not completely ended.

He watched Prome comforting the infected patients with a gentle smile, which seemed to be quite touching, and gave confidence to a lot of mages who were getting desperate, convincing them that things would get better.