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"Bell..."

Hestia put her hand on Bell's shoulder sadly, and she also felt extremely sad when she saw these poor children die tragically under the blade of the same kind.

"I'm fine, my lord, I'm fine."

Bell stood up slowly and said softly

"They shouldn't have died here...those intruders, they are the deepest evil, they must be eradicated...enemies of justice!"

"I need power, the power to execute this justice!!!"

Bell raised his head abruptly, boundless anger and coldness flashed in his golden eyes

"So... you planned all this?"

On the top of the Tower of Babel, Hermes quietly watched the corpses covering the plaza, pondered for a moment, and asked softly to Mu Feng next to him

"No, I just knew that such a situation would happen, so I didn't say anything." Mu Feng said indifferently

"The Alliance of the God of War has never been under my control, at most it is only influenced by me. And those berserkers who have absorbed the blood of the God of War, even without my order, they will hunt and kill all cowards who try to escape from the battlefield."

Besides, Mu Feng didn't need to do much in the first place. Ragia would inevitably force Bell to take an extreme path after starting the flames of war.

War has never been extreme, it is nothing more than relatively less extreme. In the face of the extremely crazy Ragia, if Olali didn't show enough madness, she would naturally have to be tortured and killed.

"Quiet!!!!"

Bell's roar resounded throughout the square, and the next moment, all the gods and everyone cast their gazes on him.

"We have no way back, our brutal enemies will not allow us to surrender - there is only war, only war of unity!"

Bell's body burst out with a dazzling holy light like substance, and his radiant posture could almost blind others' eyes.

"Not for honor, not for riches, just for survival! We must fight!!!"

"How do we fight those monsters?" Someone questioned

"We are not the opponents of those crazy monsters, what's more, what we are facing is not just a group of crazy legions, but... an empire!"

The 'country' that they once regarded as a joke is now a mountain that oppresses everyone.

"The army of the Ragia Empire was resisted by the madness of the Vincennes Forest, so they can't send the army to come for the time being!"

Bell clenched his fists and said loudly

"As long as we can repel the enemy, we can leave Orari! Or attack the capital of the Rakian Empire while the army is moving out--in any case, we can find a way to survive!"

Everyone looked at each other in blank dismay. At this moment of despair, the posture shown by Bell who stood up won them the greatest degree of obedience.

In many cases, a leader does not necessarily need to be absolutely excellent. He can become a leader as long as he stands up as the one who decides when no one else can make a decision.

"Also, I've found a way for us to get enough to break the game."

Bell slowly clenched his fists and said in a deep voice

"This road is difficult and crazy, terrible and terrifying... This is a road of no return, but it will give you unimaginable power."

"Whether you like it or not, come outside the cathedral at dusk. Those who are willing to fight, and who are willing to grasp this only hope, stand by my side."

After all, Bell turned and left without looking back, his heavy steps were no longer confused, only deep obsession and dignity.

"If Zeus could see this scene, I really don't know what he would think."

Hermes looked at Bell like this, and shook his head in admiration

Once the Zeus family put the treasure on Bell, expecting to train him into a qualified hero-but the result was to cultivate a character that ran counter to the hero they expected.

But now Bell's words and deeds are perfectly in line with Zeus' expectations, and it can even be said to be too much.

"Perhaps you can tell him the facts and let him rebuild Olympus?" Mu Feng asked with a faint smile

"But first we have to get through a bad present—and an even worse future."

"Okay, I won't waste time with you, I guess...he should come to me."

Mu Feng's figure slowly disappeared on the top of the Tower of Babel, and when he reappeared, he was already inside the cathedral.

Sure enough, within a short while, Bell rushed in, and before he could speak, Mu Feng showed a pleasant smile

"Don't worry, everything is ready for you."

With a wave of his hand, a huge pool made of Holy Light Crystal and Titan Iron appeared in the center of the church, and not far away, a giant dragon-like, with broken wings, was holding a slender magic spear His remains were placed there.

Even in death, this corpse is burning with an inextinguishable magic fire, and the power in it can be seen. Although it can't be compared with Mannoroth, it is definitely the best of the abyss lords!

"The corpse of the abyss lord Magtheridon, and the pool of light forging." Mu Feng spread his hands and smiled happily

"So, do you want evil energy? Do you want holy light? Or...all of them?"

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Chapter 114. The Holy Light Never Dies

"I... want it all!"

After thinking over and over again, Bell gritted his teeth and made a difficult decision!

The magic blood of fel energy has been strengthened a lot! Evil, scary and insane! However, it has an advantage beyond the reach of the Light Forging Ceremony-universal strengthening!

Those who can become Lightcasters through the Lightforging Ceremony are almost certainly objects with enough Holy Light Affinity. However, even so, the chosen ones who are Holy Light Affinity may not be able to safely survive the reshaping of the Lightforging Ceremony .

Individual Lightcasters can't change the overall situation, Bell needs to let other people in Orario also gain the power to compete with that crazy legion!

However, there are not so many preconditions for the strengthening of fel blood. As long as you drink the blood, almost everyone can obtain the power of fel energy contained in it to make a qualitative leap in power. Maybe some people can't hold it, but That is undoubtedly a minority among the overall probability.

But the price of generalization is that more people will suffer from the terrible side effects of fel power... but it won't be as bad as Draenor.

There is no Burning Legion in this world, and there is no Twisting Nether. The source of fel energy is the same as the holy light, which is directly connected to the universe, so even if it is disturbed by fel energy, the demon blood can't do anything with great destructive power!

This is an extremely painful thing for Bell. If a darling of the Holy Light has to create a group of monsters that are enemies of the Holy Light's nature, the shaking caused by such a difference is like tearing him apart. The barb of the soul.

The holy light that reflects the original heart cannot be deceived. People can deceive themselves, but they cannot deceive the answers given by their own soul.

"This is the blood of Magtheridon, not Mannoroth, and it is also the blood of the dead pit lord."

Mu Feng patted the corpse with a big butt that fell on the ground, and was lightly received

"So the effect won't be as good as strengthening the orc, but the relative impact will be much smaller..."

There is a huge difference in the enhancement effect brought by the blood of dead demons and the blood of living demons, but there is no doubt that it is safer to use the blood of dead demons for enhancement.

In the plot of Lords of Draenor 6.0, Gul'dan, who broke free from the imprisonment of the Iron Horde, used the blood of Mannoroth's corpse beheaded by Hellscream to create the Fel Horde. In the official history period, but can guarantee that one's sanity is not controlled by others.

Magtheridon is the lord of Outland, subordinate to Kil'jaeden, and cannot compare with Mannoroth in terms of strength. The effect of his dead blood is naturally weaker, but because of this, it is also safer.

"...One more question." Bell looked at the huge corpse of the abyss lord, was silent for a moment, and said softly

"Did you kill this monster?"

"No, of course not." Mu Feng smiled and shook his head

"Deep into the Temple of Karabor, and killed the warriors who occupied the sacred place of the Draenei, which is a goddess. They are away from the battlefield here, fighting against the evil that Orari can't imagine."

Bell nodded slightly. He knew that what Mu Feng was implying might be the family members of Goddess Freya. He didn't ask any more questions, he didn't ask about the situation of Azeroth, and he didn't ask why the goddess didn't stand up to protect Orari.

Now he needs to concentrate even more, put aside all distracting thoughts and ideas, and be ready to fight the enemy with his back!

...

"This thing... is too dangerous!"

Mihe, who was invited to preside over the preparation of the magic blood, looked at the miserable green liquid in the crucible in front of him, just stirred it and smelled it lightly, and then he gave a serious evaluation

He could feel the powerful energy contained in this blood, full of destructiveness and uncertainty, just like the violent wind of a riot!

Moreover, he could also see that this was the result of being diluted many times. It was hard to imagine how terrifying such a 'pure plasma' of blood would be.

"This is our only chance, Lord Mihe."

Bell scooped up a cup of viscous magic blood with a cup, looked at the surface of the undulating foam, and said solemnly

"This magic blood will give our warriors great strength! Let us protect our home from the monsters that invade Orario! I know that it will bring serious side effects-but what side effects are worse than death Oops?"

Mihe's eyes hesitated, he was a gentle deity, so it was difficult for him to make such a bad potion that was obviously harmful to the human body.

But... Bell is right, there is no side effect worse than death, in order to repel those berserkers, they always need to take some extraordinary paths.

"I...Okay." Mihe sighed for a long time and said helplessly

Bell nodded slightly, and walked into the church.

That side of the Light Forged Pool made of Holy Light Crystals and Titan Iron has been filled with a liquid that shone like liquefied gold. Bell almost drained himself and injected and activated those Holy Light Crystals, so that these liquefied The power of the Holy Light filled the pool.

The three rows of people standing in front of the pool of light casting are all people who believe in and get enlightened by the holy light from him.

The brilliance of the Holy Light shone on them, but the Holy Light did not give them as powerful power as Bell.

Everything in this world cannot escape the word "talent", even the seemingly righteous and selfless Holy Light.

"The place you are going to step into next will be very dangerous." Bell warned softly

"The process of the light casting ceremony is very painful. Your flesh and blood will be burned and melted, and your soul will be tortured like a thousand swords. Then the pain will be even greater when you reshape—even so, do you still want to accept it? "

No one withdrew. These people chosen by the Holy Light were the ones with the strongest will and belief in Olaline. What's more, they had no choice but to fight to the death.

"good……"

Bell didn't know whether he was relieved, or nodded helplessly, and then took off his clothes, revealing a body that was as solid as a rock, but also full of scars.

"I'll be the first one." Bell said softly, and then stepped into the pool of light casting

He is the Son of the Holy Light, and he actually didn't need to perform such a dangerous action as the Light Forging Ceremony on himself. As time progresses, sooner or later his body will be transformed by the power of the Holy Light into an eternal and pure life like Naaru.

But he still stepped here and chose to reshape his body—just to pass more time and get stronger power!

And... perhaps a little bit of guilt, I chose to torture myself to relieve this anxiety.

Bell stepped into this glorious pool of light casting, and his whole body was immersed in this liquefied holy light.

As he said, this process... was extremely painful! ! ! !

Every piece of his flesh, every drop of blood, every bone, every part of his body melted and decomposed under the action of the liquefied holy light!

This horrific pain was even countless times more horrific than Ling Chi's execution. The horrific pain that spread throughout every part of his body stimulated Bell's soul.

But he endured it, and just silently let the holy light melt his body without making any sound.

If he can't bear it just at the beginning, then it's even more impossible for him to endure the pain later on.

The holy light destroyed his body bit by bit, but it didn't kill him, but built a brand new body for him made of the material closest to the holy light while destroying it.

The spirit and soul are still intact, and the remodeling begins at the moment of complete destruction.

Nerves, blood vessels, organs, muscles, all parts of Bell's body have been reconstructed 100% with the purest light substance.

And in this process, what Bell felt was the burning of seal cutting to change the soul, and the unbearable sensory amplification of the whole body after the nerves were magnified countless times!

"ah!!!"

Even the tenacious Jobel wailed in pain as if he was dying, and this torture-like scene fell into the eyes of all those who wanted to participate in this light-casting ceremony.

As expected, many of them showed expressions of fear and retreat. This pain makes this holy light become incomparably horrified!

Bell kept struggling in pain, howling until he even forgot the concept of pain.

But he... still persisted.

After an unknown amount of time, the pain all over his body subsided, Bell slowly opened his eyes, and everything in front of him became quite different.

He no longer observes the world with simple materials and colors with superficial vision, he sees... more essences!

The wavelength of energy, the essence of matter, everything is presented in front of his eyes, and the broadened vision has raised his thinking to a higher level!

He stood up slowly, revealing a flawless body in the pool of dripping liquid holy light.

It is as if the most powerful sculptors have exhausted their skills and abilities to carve a perfect statue, like pouring steel. Golden holy patterns spread all over his body, from which the mighty power of holy light emanated.

And those eyes also turned into the golden color unique to lightcasters—but this does not mean that his spirit was also controlled by Zela. Bell, who completed the lightcasting ceremony with his own holy light, was at the end of his life. At the level, it has taken a big step towards the pure life of holy light like Naru!

Perfect, sublime, holy, the qualities that appear in such a being seem to be the only words that can describe it.