Divine Flame Crystal

Chapter 575 Helius

The four holy knights are the sharpest swords of the Holy See of Light. They are called the "Four Holy Knights of Purification", namely:

——Armor Saint Helius, controls the Holy Armor of Light and stands at the forefront with the Holy Armor of Immortality;

——Light Speaker Emilia, who can mix divine arts with language to tear apart the enemy's mind;

——Saint Slayer Matrion, holding the God-Slaying Greatsword, ascended to the Saint rank by slaying demons;

——Falkan, the Sky Punisher, is dressed in golden armor and can draw lightning from the sky to kill the enemy invisibly.

Helius never feared death.

As the leader of the "Four Saints of Purification", he has faced the abyss of demonic tides and the gods of trickery countless times, and has rescued three entire divisions from the hell of flesh and blood. He is the first shield and the mountain of the vanguard of the Church of Light, and the "Armor Saint" who terrifies the pagans.

But this time, the shadow of death came more suddenly and heavily than ever before - even with an incomprehensible and strange beauty.

When he stepped into the outskirts of the mirage dragon's lair, the fog rolled like the sea, and flames suddenly tore through the sky. At that moment, Helius subconsciously raised his shield - this was an instinct tempered by hundreds of battles.

"Holy light protects you!"

He roared, golden light burst out from his armor, and runes emerged like stars. His shield, the [Heli Shield], which had resisted dragon flames and molten earth, now spread out in front of him like a bright sun.

however.

The flame is different from before.

It was like the roar of an angry god, carrying an unspeakable sense of oppression, and it slammed into his shield.

First strike – high temperature!

"hiss--!"

Even though they were separated by the Holy Shield, Helius could feel the air burning in an instant. The Holy Power in his body began to automatically infuse the armor, but the Holy Silver Runes on the armor began to melt and flow one by one, dripping like blood.

These runes were the containers of holy light and the basis of his connection with the gods. But now, those runes were like pieces of paper, easily burned by the flames.

"This is not natural fire..." A trace of shock flashed in Helius' eyes. He felt his body temperature soaring, and even heard the tiny sound of metal melting on his bones.

The second attack - illusion!

Before he could put up a second line of defense, the whole world collapsed before his eyes.

The scene in front of me suddenly changed.

Helius stood on a piece of scorched earth, the sky was blood red, and countless figures rushed towards him from all directions.

"You made me lose my child!"

"The executioner of the pagans!"

"You can even sacrifice your own brother on the altar!"

"Helius! Do you think you are clean?"

Those familiar yet unfamiliar faces emerged one after another - heretics, fugitives, traitors who died under his sword... Even his brother, the warlock brother who once tried to leave the Church, appeared in the flaming illusion with a look of pain on his face.

"Stop! This is an illusion!" Helius roared.

He swung his sword and tore several phantoms apart with great force. But the next second, more phantoms rushed over, biting and tearing his armor, pulling his arms. He thrust his sword and felt that he had really pierced flesh.

His heart was trembling, and the faith in his heart began to waver uncontrollably.

The third strike—sonic boom!

Along with the scream of tearing illusion, an indescribable low-frequency roar exploded from the depths of the flames!

Not a sound, but something - a thumping of the soul.

Helius felt as if his mind was torn apart, and a raging wave of divine thoughts smashed the fulcrum of his spirit. His eardrums were bleeding, his eyes were out of focus, and his brain seemed to be struck by lightning.

"Holy, Holy Lord..."

He murmured, trying to call upon the gods, praying for a moment of clarity, but the only response he got was silence as cold as the grave.

"This... is not divine punishment... it is fire from the abyss..."

He finally understood that this was not a battle rule they were familiar with. This was a killing game constructed by a completely different system, a funeral carefully designed for them.

His knees weakened and he fell heavily to his knees.

At that moment, an almost inaudible chuckle sounded in the fog.

"Is this what you call the 'strongest striker'?" The voice was tinged with contempt, so familiar that it made Helius' hair stand on end - it was Mo.

The man who was said to be only good at intelligence and planning is now on the battlefield as a "killer"?

"You...are here..."

He tried to get up, but his body twitched and black blood gushed out of his mouth. Flames exploded behind him, and a new fire hit his already deformed armor again, blasting him away!

boom--!

He crashed through three rocks and slammed into the ground like a flaming comet.

Dust and mist rolled, and his body collapsed in a natural mountain pit. The holy light dimmed, his armor shattered, and his breath was as weak as a dying dog.

In the distance, Mo's figure approached.

He was wearing a battle robe with a Moonfall Intelligence Organization badge on his chest. He looked at Helius with no hatred in his eyes, only indifference.

"You put too much trust in a god who treats you like ants."

"And I only believe in what Xingluo taught me."

He raised his hand, and a ball of solidified fire appeared in his palm, with metallic powder flickering inside, a crystal core shining with terrifying energy, and interlaced light that seemed to come from a spark of void.

"You have been too arrogant over the years."

"'The Four Saints of Purification', you are not the first and you will not be the last. I will personally invite them to reunite."

Before he finished speaking, the fireball transformed into dozens of tiny fire needles that shot out like a rainstorm and pierced into every remaining holy pattern node on Helius' body.

Boom boom boom!

Helius' body convulsed violently, and finally he let out a muffled groan and fainted completely.

Mo turned around, leaving half of the broken holy shield stuck in the ground, like a collapsed tombstone, standing in the mist of the mirage dragon's lair.

Helius lay in the pit, his body broken, his holy silver armor cracked, melted, and fragmented like a piece of iron that failed to be forged. His blood flowed into the cracks in the rocks and seeped into the earth, as if to dye the battlefield into a corrupt abyss.

While his consciousness was blurred, he seemed to hear God's whisper -

"Do you still believe me?"

But that voice was not the familiar whisper of holy light, but some distant and indifferent echo. It was like an old god sleeping in the altar deep in the church, opening one eye and just watching him struggle coldly without saying a word.

"Helius!"

A familiar cry pulled him back from the abyss.

Emilia emerged from the fog, her white-gold hair dancing in the holy light, her eyes filled with shock, anger, and sorrow.

"Don't move - I'm casting the 'Word of Redemption'! You have to hold on!" She half-knelt beside Helius, the holy words pouring out like a spring, syllable after syllable turning into healing spells to try to repair his almost collapsed vitality.

But she herself was coughing up blood, and the sleeve of her right arm was burnt black.

"Ami... Milia... don't... waste... the Holy Words..."

Helius uttered a few words weakly, his voice no longer sounded like that of a knight, but more like that of a dying old soldier.

"I saw...my brother...he was...laughing at me."