Chapter 64 The Holy Light Technique with Wrong Style
"You guys, search for me and take out all the witch crystals on his body!"
After receiving the order from the brown-haired young man, several first-class apprentices swarmed up and took the red-haired young man away. He took out the only three witch crystals left on his body.
The red-haired boy's heart felt cold at this moment, recalling his experiences during this period.
He was originally an orphan. He grew up in an orphanage. He accidentally detected wizard qualifications and joined the academy.
He has third-level affinity, so logically he should have been promoted to second-level.
However, out of pity, he often helped orphans in nearby mortal gathering places, and was frequently levied "mutual aid fees" by the Freemasons, which slowed down his meditation progress.
A few days ago, he was finally promoted to the second level, and the Freemasons also extended an olive branch to him.
But he had a long-standing grudge against the Freemasonry for repeatedly recruiting Wu Jing, so how could he agree to join the Freemasonry?
I thought that with the strength of his second-class apprentice, I could make the Freemasons a little afraid and stop harassing him.
Unexpectedly, the Freemasons refused to give up and sent out a second-class apprentice to block him in an alley and beat him up, and even blackmailed more Wu Jing!
Facing someone who had already learned the magic, had just been promoted, and had not yet learned the second-class witchcraft, he had no power to fight back.
At this moment, he recalled the faces of the children who had been helped by him. If they lost his help, how would those children survive?
He wanted to stand up and continue to resist, but due to his serious injuries, he had already lost the strength to stand up.
Just as the brown-haired apprentice took the Wu Jing, the calm voice of a gray-haired boy reached several people's ears.
"Return his witch crystal."
The visitor was none other than Yi Hua. He glanced at the scarlet vertical pupil badges on the chests of several apprentices, pulled out the cross sword at his waist, and walked towards the apprentices in a leisurely manner. Franciscan apprentice.
"The style of your Freemasonry is really unchanged forever."
Looking at the gray stone badge on Yihua's chest, the brown-haired second-class apprentice showed a hint of disdain and ordered to several of his subordinates: "
A mere first-class apprentice, Do you also want to be a hero? You guys, show him some color!"
Before he finished speaking, Yihua suddenly burst out with terrifying speed at the level of a great knight, instantly spanning a distance of nearly 20 meters, and struck the person standing in the front with a sword. Several first-class apprentices.
At this time, several Masonic apprentices had not had time to release their witchcraft. Seeing Yihua approaching instantly, they were at a loss.
Yihua didn't give them any time to hesitate, and knocked several apprentices away with one sword.
There was a sound like exploding beans from the defensive witchcraft on several first-class apprentices.
They shattered one after another without any defensive effect. Several first-class apprentices smashed heavily against the walls on both sides, unable to get up due to pain for a while.
The brown-haired second-class apprentice was horrified and quickly retreated to try to gain time to cast the spell. Unfortunately, due to a misjudgment, he was caught up by Yi Hua before he could even take a few steps.
Yihua hit the brown-haired apprentice's head with a sword. The cross sword collided with the brown-haired apprentice's defensive witchcraft, and there was a loud sound.
Clang!
Like the ringing of a bell, a dizzying muffled sound spread throughout the alley.
Although the sound did not really cause harm to the brown-haired apprentice, the witchcraft he released was unfortunately interfered with, and the dizziness from the backlash of the witchcraft immediately made him faint.
Seeing such a dramatic scene in front of him, Yihua was speechless.
Today's Yihua does not have second-class offensive witchcraft. If he does not summon the second-class undead, he can only rely on the physical strength of the great knight level.
Even when the distance is shortened, without using life burst, it still takes a lot of effort to deal with a second-class apprentice.
Just relying on the opponent's defensive magic, Yihua would have to slash at least four or five times to break through.
After that, Yihua relied on the Grand Knight's subtle manipulation of life energy and through contact, quietly poured his own life energy into the bodies of several unconscious Masonic apprentices.
Although life energy is beneficial and harmless to oneself, it can cause damage to the bodies of others when deliberately manipulated.
The principle is somewhat similar to rejection reaction.
When these Masonic apprentices wake up and leave, they may not notice anything for a short time, but their limbs and bones have already been damaged by the life energy from Yihua, and their organs have been severely damaged.
Within a few days, the physical condition of these apprentices will gradually deteriorate, ranging from serious illness to death from organ failure.
Yihua had already seen the rich dark gray sinful aura surrounding these Freemason apprentices by virtue of his supernatural powers.
For such sinful people, especially those from the Freemasonry, Yihua would naturally not be lenient.
If it weren't for the wizard tower in the academy that can monitor the soul fluctuations of the apprentices in the academy to determine life and death, Yihua would have killed them on the spot.
After doing this, Yihua found 8 witch crystals on these Masonic apprentices, including 3 that were stolen from the red-haired boy.
These Wu Jings are just a day's income for Yi Hua today.
Yihua did not take these witch crystals into his pocket, but turned around and gave all the witch crystals he harvested to the other party.
"These are all yours."
The red-haired apprentice leaning against the wall took the eight witch crystals in a daze, feeling like it was all a dream.
Yihua originally wanted to use the second-class light therapy technique, but out of curiosity about the effects of the third-class holy light technique, he had an idea.
After a moment, a ball of golden light the size of a head appeared in Yihua's hand, exuding a strong sacred aura and as bright as the sun.
He pressed the ball of light onto the red-haired boy without hesitation.
Feeling waves of warmth and coolness, the wounds and blood bruises on the red-haired boy healed and subsided quickly.
After the light group disappeared, Yihua extended a helping hand to the young man on the ground.
"Can you still move? Let me help you up."
After hearing Yihua's words, the young man glanced at his body that had recovered as before. He didn't know what kind of power he had been affected by, and his expression was a little dazed.
At this time, in the young man's eyes, the gray-haired boy in front of him seemed to have a filter added.
He was radiating golden light, showing a selfless and loving smile, as holy and majestic as an angel.
The red-haired boy couldn't help but have the urge to follow the other party and work for him.
Similarly, in Yihua's eyes, the red-haired boy on the ground was also shrouded in a rich white halo.
Feeling that just by rescuing the other party, he gained nearly two points of merit, the smile on Yihua's face became more sincere.
The red-haired boy came back to his senses and said with a grateful face:
"Thank you for saving me. My name is Gabriel. Who are you?"
"My name is Yihua. I am the vice president of the Illuminati branch and also the Communist Party member. The mortal enemy of the Franciscan Society."
"Brother Yihua, you are my savior! I am willing to be loyal to you unconditionally from now on! I can't have these witch crystals!"
Gabriel's eyes filled with tears, and he was shaking with excitement, as his blood surged up. And said with a flushed face.
After saying that, he stuffed the three witch crystals in his hand into Yihua's hand.
"Wait, there seems to be something wrong with this style of painting?"
(End of Chapter)