god of tomorrow

Gawain guessed that when Richiord described 'immortality' and recruited disciples, he must have played word games and failed to clearly describe the cost.

This also explains why the Dark Church has always kept a low profile and remained silent, never wanting to step into the limelight.

Like I said before, I've never seen such an easy-to-kill archmage!

boom!!

Golden sword light, wreathed in white flames, erupted in an instant, forcefully tearing through the eternal night sky and slicing out a strip of light hundreds of meters long. It melted Salome in the sunlight, forced back Heitz who was searching for the wallet, and briefly illuminated the surrounding darkness.

In the fleeting glimmer of light, Lindsay saw Gawain, the silly couple standing there, holding black daggers that seemed to pierce through the air.

With eyes unable to see and ears unable to hear, and all senses weakened, and no sacred artifact to illuminate the surroundings, it's normal for a person in the fear of darkness to brandish weapons at the air.

Lindsay didn't think much of it, figuring that if he could see Gawain, Haze probably could too. He swung the hexagram shield on his back and hurled it towards Gawain's location.

"Take the shield!"

A split second before the light disappeared, Lindsay shouted, hoping the shield would protect Gawain from the clutches of the dark creatures.

The activation of the hexagram shield was like a blazing sun. Gawain possessed solar magic, and with the two combined, Lindsay didn't expect Gawain to turn the tide of the battle, but he figured that Gawain would be more than capable of protecting himself in the darkness.

Unfortunately, sacred artifacts all have their own personalities. The six-pointed star sword belongs to the arrogant type, looking down on this and that, and demanding a great deal from its user.

Lindsay spent many years flattering and exhausting herself before finally winning the approval of the Hexagram Holy Sword with her sincere concern and care, barely gaining the right to use it.

Gawain's words...

In Lindsay's plan, Gawain was recruited into the Church of Dawn and made a successor as a member of the secret council. Two years later, when he retired, he would pass on all his superior licking skills, leave, and let Gawain inherit the right to lick the Hexagram Holy Sword.

Now it won't work. It's their first meeting. Even if Gawain has learned the art of flattery elsewhere, given the arrogant nature of the Six-Pointed Holy Sword, it will probably turn away. Gawain won't even know where to begin flattering it.

Therefore, Lindsay's requirements are not high; as long as Gawain can protect himself with the help of the hexagram shield and doesn't die here, that's enough.

Golden light swirled, cleaving through the dense darkness, heading straight for Gawain.

Halfway there, Haze, who couldn't find his wallet, was jumping up and down in a panic. He saw the golden sun passing by and wanted to reach out to stop it, but he was worried about being burned. He could only watch helplessly as the holy artifact swept past him.

On second thought, the golden artifact was both offensive and defensive, and Lindsay's decision to dismantle it was tantamount to cutting off his own arm, which was actually a good thing for him.

The artifact in Lindsay's hands is a completely different concept from the artifact in the hands of a mere high-level mage; they represent two different levels of output.

"Fool! With the complete holy artifact in hand, you can at least protect yourself. But if it's broken in two, you won't even be able to protect yourself!"

Haze chuckled sinisterly. He didn't care about the relationship between Gawain and Lindsay; he only knew that as a villain, he could throw his teammates away at will and never had the worry of protecting them.

"Since you've chosen your own death, I won't be polite!"

Also, has anyone seen where I dropped my wallet?

With a strange howl, Haze pushed aside the dark red and bloody field card with all his might. His immense magical power surged, remotely controlling the blood-red magic spear phantom suspended high above, summoning wind and rain, and unleashing a blood rain that was even more viscous and exponentially more corrosive.

The dark red rain curtain stretched out, forming a dense, impenetrable rain of death.

The blood rain touched the ground and immediately transformed into a swamp of filthy blood with writhing bubbles, from which emerged deformed creatures constructed of blood. The rainwater touched Lindsay's golden field card and made a sizzling, corrosive sound. The filthy blood, like poisonous insects and snakes, frantically gnawed and stained the field card, compressing it little by little and accelerating Lindsay's mana consumption.

The six-pointed holy sword is both offensive and defensive, and there was only one set. Without the protection of the shield, Lindsay not only lost his means of resisting the blood rain, but also lost most of the light source that could illuminate the surroundings.

For a time, he was caught off guard and quite passive. He could only tirelessly wield the holy sword, using a storm of attacks instead of defense, desperately holding off the rain and waiting for Haze to reveal a weakness.

With the offensive and defensive positions reversed, Haze, missing two teammates, firmly held the upper hand.

"Such a fancy shield... and you're licking it like that."

Gawain reached out and caught the hexagram shield steadily. The moment their fingertips touched, the sacred artifact, which Lindsay had described as aloof, arrogant, and unapproachable, suddenly changed its demeanor, becoming like a fanatical follower, clinging to Gawain and refusing to let go. It clung to him tightly, conveying a series of fawning, obsequious words, willing to be his slave, unafraid to be kicked, and doing anything for him, displaying the utmost sycophancy.

Gao Wen wasn't really interested. He appreciated Lindsay's special consideration, but it wasn't really necessary.

He just acquired the Eternal Night buff, which allows him to kill a vampire of archmage level with just one backstab. Why would he choose to switch to a shield with severe light pollution instead of using a time-saving, labor-saving, and environmentally friendly method?

Such a bright light bulb is equivalent to shouting out the name of a move before it's executed, which is a pure debuff for a mature mage like him who pays attention to tactics and strategy.

"Get out of my way, don't touch me!"

"I don't need trash. Someone like you, I wouldn't take even if you were given to me for free..."

"What do you mean you're only half? The other half is coming soon, and together they're incredibly strong... What about Lindsay?"

"Oh, we won't be in touch anymore."

"Alright then, I guess I'll be kind-hearted since you've practically begged me on your knees. I'll reluctantly use you this once."

"Whether we need it in the future or not, we'll see. If it doesn't work out this time, there won't be a next time."

"Hurry up, are you ready? If you don't come soon, I'm leaving!"

"Let me be clear from the start: if it's okay, great; if not, get lost. I'm not Lindsay Lohan; I don't have time for your foreplay!"

At Gao Wen's impatient urging, a ray of golden light pierced the darkness, accompanied by a crisp and joyful tremor, and hovered steadily in front of him.

A cross-shaped greatsword with an extremely long hilt, its design is simple and heavy, and the blade is engraved with a sun symbol, which should be the style of two thousand years ago, giving it a strong sense of historical depth.

It looks alright.

With that thought in mind, Gao Wen raised his hand and gripped the hilt of his sword.

boom!

The holy sword and the six-pointed shield resonated together with a deafening roar, as if they had been covered in dust for many years and finally met a wise ruler.

A golden pillar of light rose from the ground, its sharp edge piercing the sky like a sword, tearing apart the thick darkness above Gawain's head. The shimmering golden ribbons illuminated most of the eternal night sky as bright as day.

Where is my sword?

Lindsay was wielding the holy sword with great skill, but his white beard and aging appearance meant his stamina was far less than before. He was most afraid of a protracted war of attrition, so he did not wait for Haze to show any weakness and chose to take the initiative, slashing in all directions with his sword...

Slurp!

The holy sword slipped from his grasp and was never to return.

Lindsay's eyes widened in disbelief. With his white beard, he'd seen every kind of forest imaginable. This was the first time he'd ever witnessed a sacred artifact running away on its own during the height of a battle.

At least give them a heads-up and let them know when you're coming home for dinner.

Without the Hexagram Shield and the Holy Sword, Lindsay only had a Field Card to protect him. He had no time to think about why the Holy Artifact had abandoned him. He activated the Field Card with all his might, creating a golden space that could only cover an area of ​​about ten meters in radius.

Under the corrosive influence of the dense blood rain, his field cards were suppressed to a low point, leading to serious suspicion that there was a reason behind the phantom of the magic spear hovering high in the sky.

According to the church's internal descriptions of Hell, the Great General of Hell, the King of Slaughter, the King of Mercy, the Bloodthirsty Demon King, Hell's number one war fanatic, the demon god who controls gluttony, blood, and slaughter, has a weapon shaped like a spear.

"Hahaha, Lindsay, hand over your memories to me!"

Haze roared with laughter, unleashing a crimson wave of blood. Although he didn't know what had happened, Lindsay had first lost his shield, then his holy sword, and his own strength had been reduced to zero. As a proper villain, he should accept this with a smile, instead of spouting some bullshit chivalrous spirit.

Haze thought this way and did this way, and then he was suddenly thrown off by a burst of golden light. Half of his body was sunburned and peeled black, and he screamed as he fell into the darkness.

Within the golden pillar of light, Gawain held a sword in one hand, with a six-pointed star shield hanging on his back. The sword and shield resonated, outlining the mark of the sun's holy radiance above his head.

Lindsay: (д)??

This scene left Lindsay speechless with shock, a string of "Holy crap" stuck in her throat.

He had possessed the six-pointed holy sword for many years, and this was the first time he had known that this sacred artifact had another way of being activated, and its power could be even greater.

The question is, just how extraordinary must Gawain's talent in solar magic be to reach a depth he had never explored before, right after acquiring the Hexagram Holy Sword?

In the darkness, Haze rolled on the ground in pain, trying to drink blood to heal his injuries. He reached up and touched the collar of his black tuxedo, only to realize that his wallet was missing.

Damn it, where did I lose my wallet?

Also, what happened to the supposedly high-level mage? Why does the sacred artifact seem to be more than ten times stronger in his hands than it was in Lindsay's?

The problem is huge, he can't handle it, now is not the time to be reckless, if he doesn't leave now he'll lose his life.

Even after losing the ram's head scepter, his life was still in danger when he returned.

Caught between a rock and a hard place, all I want to know is where I lost my wallet.

In the distance, on the dark sky, Alina also saw the pillar of light shooting into the sky. Holding her red umbrella in front of her, she retreated repeatedly: "Damn Haze, this is not what you said. You can stay here and wait to die!"

Alina's eyes turned bloodshot, and she felt a desire to retreat. Suddenly, a surge of death energy erupted, blocking her in place with knight's sword in front of her and spear behind her, leaving her nowhere to go.

These two skeletons...

They were just acting, and they kept dragging her away so she wouldn't leave!

As the pillar of light dissipated, Gawain, holding the holy sword and surrounded by golden flames, commented that the survivors were alright, but if that was all, he would have to find a new batch next time.

With each step, golden light swept across the ground.

With the powerful enhancement of the sacred artifact, the Shadow of Light increased its speed by three points, transforming into a golden lightning bolt that tore through the darkness. With almost instantaneous speed, it charged towards Haze with its sword.

You think you're worthy to kill me?

Haze roared inwardly. It was just a holy artifact. A high-level mage was still a high-level mage. Fancy special effects couldn't scare him at all.

Thinking of this, Haze pushed the field card away with all his might, raised one hand high, and summoned an endless rain of blood, frantically expanding the blood domain around him, forming layers of dark red, iron-like, viscous, and unbreakable absolute defense.

Iron block!

A golden light suddenly entered, and the blood-red color vanished instantly.

Gawain wielded a cross-shaped greatsword, employing no fancy techniques, but simply sweeping it horizontally. Seemingly impenetrable defenses disintegrated the moment the golden sword light arrived.

So this sacred artifact is really useful!

Gao Wen's eyes lit up. He hadn't exerted much force with this sword strike; it was all thanks to the sacred artifact moving on its own.

Encouraged, he urged the Hexagram Holy Sword to hurry up and swept it across the field with another sword. Accelerated by the Shadow of Light, he charged into the thick, blood-red field card.

Where the golden light flashed, the blood and darkness vanished instantly. In Haze's incredulous gaze, a golden ray pierced through his field card and headed straight for his throat.

Swish!

As they passed each other, Haze, who was struggling, was easily defeated.

When he was completely baffled, he still couldn't figure out where he had lost his wallet.

To demonstrate its value, the six-pointed holy sword moved with extraordinary force, cutting through everything in two with a single stroke, while the six-pointed shield shone brightly in the sunlight, turning Hetz into ashes as easily as slicing through melons and vegetables.

"Go easy! Who told you to use so much force!"

Gawain was furious. It was his first time using a fully functional holy artifact in battle, and lacking experience, he failed to retrieve the artifact while it was still fresh and send it to the underworld for interrogation.

However, one cannot always look for reasons within oneself; forcibly taking responsibility is tantamount to toxic self-reflection. Therefore, the blame was decisively shifted to the Six-Pointed Holy Sword.

Seeing that Gao Wen was angry, the Hexagram Holy Sword, though unaware of what it had done wrong, still chose to apologize, hoping its master would give it another chance. It would learn from its mistake and be even more skillful and useful next time.

Gawain did not respond, but looked up at the last side mission. His Dark Vision precisely locked onto the big spender, his knees bent, and he launched himself into the air.