Fulilian: The Little Master Who Doesn't Understand Love

It is conceivable how powerful the power of faith is.

"But the consequences are also serious, aren't they? Don't you think it's funny? After all the planning and even sacrificing so many of my own men, the only thing I got in return was a stronger holy sword.

The demons had corrupted its shell, stolen its form, and were even able to harness the power that overflowed from the contamination.

However, they will never be able to reach the core, much less truly mobilize the torrent of faith that has accumulated over thousands of years."

The light in Lord's palm swayed gently, as if confirming his words.

Celie finally understood why Lord allowed the holy sword to be taken away.

It turned out that what the demons got was just a powerful empty shell, a weapon that required specific conditions to be activated, and they were destined to be unable to meet this condition.

"So, you let it go..." Celia's voice was filled with mixed emotions.

"I did it on purpose. This is a good opportunity to follow the clues, find their lair, find the so-called new demon king, and... figure out some things."

The conversation between the two of them did not avoid Graosam at all, and as Lord revealed his plan in full, the other party's face became increasingly ugly.

In Lord's opinion, there was no need for him to hide from the other party.

Because some people are destined not to see tomorrow's sun.

"Of course, the main reason is that I've already let Shulahart escape from me twice. Three times is the limit, and this time I want to see how he escapes."

After Lord finished speaking, he walked towards Graosam, and every step seemed to be stepping on the other's heartbeat.

He squatted down, ignoring the complicated look in Graosam's eyes, and his gaze fell on his broken body.

"Furthermore, I'm curious," Lord's voice was inquiring. "I've sensed a familiar power from the contamination of Elsword. The nature of that power carries a paradoxical feeling of both foulness and holiness. It reminds me of something... an existence that should have completely vanished.

"You just said it, didn't you? The remnants of the First Demon King's power were found in the ruins of the First Demon King's castle. Could this power be the remaining fragments of the Goddess' power?"

Lord seemed to be asking Graosam, but in fact he was explaining to Celie.

"Goddess?" Celie frowned.

Volame even covered his mouth, his eyes full of disbelief.

goddess!

The remnant of the power that was killed by the legendary God Slayer?

Graosam lay on the ground, listening to Lord's calm words and looking at the all-seeing eyes of the other party. A chill deeper than death instantly strangled him.

It turns out...it turns out all of this was part of the other party's plan! ?

Letting the Holy Sword go was intentional!

The other party even sensed traces of the goddess' power! ?

How can this be! ?

This man... who is he?

"Who...who are you?!" Graosum shouted, using up his remaining strength. "How could you possibly know so much?!"

Even for them, it took decades to deduce that this power came from the goddess.

But the man in front of him recognized him at a glance.

"Me?" Lord saw the despair in Graosam's eyes and said calmly, "I'm just an old friend who's very interested in the new toys you found."

He changed the subject and continued, "Rather than who I am, I'm more interested in how you can withstand the power of faith.

Tell me, Graosam, how did Shulahat allow you to carry that power for a short period of time?

Is it some kind of magic? Or a special body modification? Or is it some kind of prop that was directly implanted?"

Graosam's pupils widened. The other party even wanted to know this!

This is the core secret of the demon clan! It is the technology that Master Shulahat has researched for many years!

"Kill me! I won't tell you anything. The Demon King will avenge me! You will all..."

He didn't finish his sentence.

Lord stretched out a finger, and light condensed at the fingertips. Countless tiny arrows of light directly penetrated into Graosam's brain.

These light arrows instantly pierced deep into Graosam's consciousness!

"Ughhhhhh!!!"

As if it was an attack directly targeting his soul, Graosam's body twitched wildly.

The pain went beyond the limits of the flesh and reached the origin of his soul.

"Tell me. What method did you use?"

"No! No..." Graosam's consciousness collapsed in the severe pain, but the demon instinct made him resist desperately.

Lord pressed down slightly with his fingertips.

Under this attack on his soul, Graosam completely collapsed, and only mechanical responses remained.

"It's a fragment! Lord Shulahart found something from the ruins of the first Demon King's Castle. Using magic, he integrated a small portion of it into my body, granting me the ability to temporarily carry the power of faith."

After listening to this, Lord frowned slightly.

This method was too dangerous, and he had never thought of experimenting with it at the time.

But I didn't expect that Shulahat could actually do this. In this case, can I use this magic to rewrite the formula of life?

"Is that all? Is there a complete magic?" Lord asked, and the power of his fingertips increased again.

"No more! All... all were performed by Lord Shulahat himself... This kind of magic is only known to Lord Shulahat."

Seeing that no more valuable information could be squeezed out, Lord withdrew his fingers.

Graosam collapsed like mud, leaving only weak twitching and instinctive gasping for breath. His already severely injured body was breathing out more than breathing in under Lord's further attacks.

Lord stood up and looked at Celie, nodding slightly.

"Now, you can start."

These words were like opening the last shackle.

Celia, who had long been unable to suppress her murderous intent, took action directly.

A condensed spear of light appeared instantly and flew directly towards Graosam.

The last thing reflected in Graosam's pupils was the light representing death.

laugh!

The light gun pierced through his head directly, and Graosam's body leaned back, completely losing all life.

This great demon, who was ranked as one of the Seven Sages among the demons, died just like that.

Chapter 191 Let the Holy Sword Fly for a While

With Graosam's death, Fidel's mental control was lifted, and the entire process of the Holy Sword being taken away remained in his memory.

He let out a desperate and devastated wail: "Holy Sword! My Holy Sword!!!"

He collapsed to the ground in an instant, tears streaming down his face.

Lord shook his head helplessly upon seeing this. He could only comfort the mentally broken Emperor Fidel first. After all, he would have to rely on him to face the provocation of the Southern Unified Empire.

At least before ensuring the temporary stability of the King's City of El, Lord was not in a hurry to immediately track down the teleported Elsword.

"Let the bullet fly for a while."

Lord looked at the direction where the space crack disappeared. The ray of light in his palm swayed gently like a compass, and then pointed in a direction.

"As long as this connection is still there, they can't escape. If we chase them now, we might just alarm the mouse and make it run away. It's better to let it move the cheese back to its nest in peace."

The murderous intent in Celie's eyes faded, and she understood Lord's considerations.

Hulahat was too cunning and escaped from them twice. If they tracked him now, he would probably hide again, and then we would be in trouble.

Only by casting a long line can you catch big fish.

It would be better to wait until the other party brings Elsword back to its lair with peace of mind, and then they can take action after seeing the so-called new demon king.

However, what Celie didn't know was that for Lord, the so-called new demon king was far less important than the information revealed by Graosam before his death.

The remnants of divine power?

The body carries the power of faith?

This almost overturned Lord's cognition from thousands of years ago.

Back then, he joined forces with a group of partners and paid a huge price to kill the goddess of fertility and completely sever the connection between her and the demon clan.

Even the seed that symbolizes the core of its authority has withered and left this world along with the Goddess of Life.

In theory, there shouldn't be any remaining power belonging to the Goddess of Fertility in this world.

However, the contradictory aura of filth and holiness that emanated from Elsword when it was contaminated, Graosam's mention of the remains of the First Demon King, and his ability to temporarily carry the power of faith through the fragments...

All this points to a possibility that Lord doesn't want to believe, but has to face.

Back then, perhaps there were extremely weak fragments of the power of the Goddess of Fertility, or in other words, fragments of the power of the former Demon King, his former partner Eric, which were left in the depths of the ruins of the first Demon King's Castle in some unknown way.

Shulahart not only found these fragments of power, but also may have created the magic to utilize these fragments of power.

And this is what Lord really wants.

The technology mastered by Shulahat uses these fragments containing divine power as a medium, allowing people to carry the power of faith through their bodies.

This is a completely new path to the formula of life that Lord has been pursuing for thousands of years.

If we can master this technology, we may be able to find the key to rewriting the formula of life and breaking the limits of human life.

After all, each reincarnation takes longer and longer, and Lord cannot guarantee that every reincarnation will go smoothly.

If there is any mistake, which leads to the failure of reincarnation, he will have no way of predicting the consequences.

The power of faith, this is the thing that Lord is most familiar with.

He had come into contact with many of them back then.

Whether it is dealing with demons or goddesses, or helping Eric to be liberated, it is all with the help of this power.

However, he always released these powers through the holy sword and never thought of integrating them into his body, unless he was tired of living.