353 Living Saint and Authority (1)
Living Saint?
William frowned when he saw the phantom behind the other party.
To be able to send a Living Saint here, it looked like the Holy Spirits Church valued Ravenwood far more than he had expected.
It had to be known that even 1,008 years ago, when Legendary mages were everywhere, Transcendent creatures appeared in groups, and high-level Lunar Monsters descended into Currere every other day, the Church’s Living Saints were still rare.
How rare was it?
Before the Seven Calamities disaster, the Holy Spirits Church was still the largest faction on the continent. Their main pillar was the Church’s number of Living Saints—as many as nine.
At its peak, there were less than five of them across the entire continent.
Of course, later on, the Church sacrificed seven of them to personify the Holy Spirits, causing the disaster. That was another matter.
If players played the Favored class, they could max out as a Living Saint. Unlike the magic chanter class, which could raise all 13 spells to the max, the Favored couldn’t become a Living Saint for the seven Holy Spirits at the same time—players could only follow three Holy Spirits at the same time… even though William felt that it was unreasonable to believe in three Holy Spirits at the same time.
As for the strength of the Living Saint… Among the Judges, Discipline Macas, who was a Favored, followed the three Holy Spirits—Father, Youth, and Sage. And in battle, the fully-equipped Macas could be said to be the number one person below the Presiding Judge.
As an enemy, even William found Macas’s combat strength troublesome.
Of course, it might be an exaggeration to say that the gap between Macas, who could summon three Holy Spirits to condense phantoms at the same time, and the fellow in front of him who could barely form a blurry shadow of a Holy Spirit was similar to the gap between humans and ants, but it was at least a little greater than the gap between a six-year-old child and a kickboxing world champion.
Even if William had a bunch of debuffs, it wouldn’t take much to kill the other party. It was easier than killing a Demon General in the Moon Realm.
William watched as the other party took out a familiar silver ring and wore it.
The phantom behind him quickly condensed—the Holy Spirit, Mother, who emitted a halo behind her head, appeared with a loving expression while carrying swaddling clothes.
Holy Spirit Protection Ring? William was surprised.
Such an immediate effect didn’t seem fake.
The seven Holy Spirit Protection Rings were the top divine artifacts for the Prophet class. However, to Mages, they could only be used as accessories to avoid damage. Previously, in Black Crow Gaze, he had relied on the seven Holy Spirit Protection rings to block the direct attacks of the four Void Sovereigns’ main bodies.
Using the Holy Spirits to protect him was like using a lithography machine as cover.
In fact, in the main plot of the magic chanter class, the protagonist should have returned the rings after sealing the seven largest Moon Realm rifts.
After all, they were holy relics deemed as trump cards by the Holy Spirits Church.
However, William adhered to the principle that whatever was in the game belonged to him after his purchase. He didn’t return them even when he stopped playing.
“Let’s continue, Mr. Unknown Magic Chanter,” the person said with a confident smile after putting on the ring.
In an instant, the hall that seemed to be filled with squirming flesh walls deep in the internal organs was filled with withered yellow vines covered in thorns.
William was tied up like a dumpling.
This was the strength of a Living Saint. They didn’t cast spells, and they didn’t need to complete the steps of communication, construction, and chanting. As long as they followed the path of the Holy Spirit, their wishes would directly become reality as long as they were within the authority of the corresponding Holy Spirit.
Opponents of the same level could only block and not dodge.
The thorny vines tightened like a slowly-activated meat grinder. The other party’s claims of giving William a peaceful death seemed to be nonsense.
William thought as he looked out through the gaps between the vines.
Then, he noticed that the other Forest Elves in the hall remained unmoved despite the chaos.
It was as if they didn’t see the withered vines growing crazily around them. Occasionally, the thorns on the vines would cut their arms and ankles, but they were completely unmoved.
William recalled the man’s strange reaction when he pinned him to the side of the forest druid with Declaration. William’s previous guess surfaced in his mind.
Therefore, he planned on verifying it.
Fire of Calamity
Scarlet flames surrounding William instantly ignited the withered vines. Then, they darted out along the vines like ignited fuses, interweaving into a dense fire net in the hall.
The Forest Elves reacted.
They screamed or wailed as they dodged the flames that suddenly appeared. Some cursed at William, and some held weapons and planned on charging at him to fight to the death.
