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"And what about your arch-enemy, the Kingdom of Strom? What kind of protection do they have?"

Amelie asked with great curiosity.

"They...they certainly have quite powerful blessings as well."

Recalling his former mortal enemy, a few sparks of fire ignited in the Sword Saint's eyes again:

“Those bastards have the ability to ride the wind since they were born after being baptized. Almost every one of them can fly in the sky after they grow up. They are faster and more agile than birds. So when those bastards fight with us, they like to take advantage of their mobility to launch sneak attacks.”

"In addition, they can also store and use the power of lightning, just like the magical devices on the Federation's side. They have developed a lot of props and weapons that use lightning as an energy source, which they call electrical appliances."

"Uh... so it was through divine protection that electrical technology was developed? This..."

Amelie was speechless for a moment, and could only marvel at how wonderful the other world was. Perhaps those genius scientists on Earth really were inspired by the gods? After all, she herself had actually hit the jackpot and transmigrated after making a wish to the gods.

"Let's talk about the divine magic of those priests."

After a few seconds of random thoughts, Amelie shook her head, put down her teacup, and used her holy magic to condense a ball of light with her palm facing upwards:

"Sword Saint, you must have seen my holy magic in movies or elsewhere? What do you think is the difference between those divine spells and my holy magic?"

"This……"

This time, the Sword Saint stared at the ball of light in Emery's palm for a long while before saying with a complicated expression:

"I did witness the young lady's holy magic once... when the mermaid commander caused a ruckus at the port, didn't the young lady use holy magic to clean up the mess? The power of healing almost all the wounded in the port area with a wave of her hand is hard not to leave a deep impression."

"As for the divine magic used by the clergy in my hometown... in terms of effect, it's not much different from the magic here. The vast majority of clergy are not as good as you, young lady."

"To be honest, before I met you in person today, I always thought you were an outsider like me, or a saintess of some god... because I really find it hard to imagine that someone like you would be born naturally in this world without gods and religions."

"So I do have the qualifications to become a saintess of the church... It seems that the goddess's blessing on me is quite powerful."

Emerald sighed, her emotions fluctuating, and asked again with curiosity:

"Then, Sword Saint, are you now certain that I am not an outsider? Why?"

"Because I can't feel any faith or piety in you."

The Sword Saint uncle gave Amelie a deep look:

“Although I am not a clergyman, I am a devout believer, and I can tell whether a person has faith or not. Although you can use holy magic, young lady, you are just using the gift that the gods gave you as a special kind of magic... In your holy magic, I can't feel the feeling of divine magic at all. There is neither the majesty of the gods nor the fanaticism of believers.”

"The majesty of the gods...and the fanaticism of the believers?"

Emery frowned:

"Sir, could you describe it in more detail, or give an example?"

"To describe... I'm sorry, I'm just a warrior, not good with words or writing. I've tried my best to describe it."

The Sword Saint uncle first shrugged, then frowned and thought about it carefully:

"But as for an example... well, I'll give it a try."

"Simply put, if this were my home world, there would be a group of abelievers or people whose faith has died, and we would need to proselytize them."

“If a true priest as powerful as you, young lady, went there, after demonstrating your powerful divine magic, there is a high probability that you could move the other party with the majesty of the gods and your own sincerity, so that the other party would voluntarily join the church and become a believer.”

"But if you, young lady, go in person and demonstrate your holy magic to them... they will likely think that you are a powerful figure who has captured them to be slaves. Some will certainly fear your power and swear allegiance to you, but there will definitely be others who rise up in rebellion until they are shattered to pieces under your holy light."

"That's roughly the feeling... No matter how much your holy magic resembles divine magic, it's still just powerful magic, not the kind of... well, how should I put it? It's a sense of awe from the soul level or some higher level?"

"It lacks the awe-inspiring impact of true divine magic..."

Amélie felt as if she understood something, but she didn't know what she understood; she was still a bit confused.

However, there is a great difference between holy magic and true divine magic... at least in the eyes of those who have actually witnessed divine magic, a difference that Amelie is already certain of.

That means the path the old lich pointed out is feasible. Finding a way to evolve holy magic into true divine magic would definitely be another major step forward.

Therefore, we must try to get as much useful information as possible from this sword saint uncle.

Thinking of this, Amelie asked again:

"Sword Saint, have you ever fought alongside powerful clerics on your own side? Or have you ever fought against powerful clerics on the enemy side? Could you tell me about these experiences?"

"Fighting alongside powerful priests on my side... that's probably not possible. The Mother Priests who travel with the army are basically not as good as me, let alone compared to the young lady."

The swordsman uncle first shook his head, then his entire aura suddenly became sharp, clearly indicating that he had thought of something unpleasant, his teeth clenched tightly:

"But fighting powerful enemy clergy... I've experienced it before. The entire army I led was wiped out because of it, but I avenged them."

After taking another deep breath, the Sword Saint uncle looked at Emerald seriously:

"I once encountered a Storm God's messenger wielding a divine weapon, and ultimately killed him at the cost of the annihilation of my subordinates and comrades... Perhaps the young lady would be interested in this?"

Chapter 318 The Storm God, Instantly Killed Like a Minion

"Tell me quickly, tell me quickly~~"

Emerald was naturally interested in the story of the otherworldly swordsman slaying the divine messenger, her golden and blue heterochromatic eyes sparkling.

The Sword Saint Uncle seemed to have entered that age where he loved to reminisce about past glories and brag to his friends. He chuckled, took a sip of tea, and began to recount:

"That was my last mission as the commander of the royal swordsman unit in my hometown. At that time, our Chiho Kingdom and the Strom Kingdom were at war again. I was ordered to lead the troops deep behind enemy lines to carry out infiltration operations and sabotage the enemy's logistics warehouses and transportation."

"Although the followers of the Storm God can fly on the wind after reaching adulthood, they cannot carry too much cargo. The spatial storage devices there are also far less common than in the Federation. Therefore, the main means of transportation is still on the ground, using beasts to pull carts, which gives us many opportunities."

"I was leading an elite force. The infiltration operation went very smoothly at the beginning. We successfully destroyed a lot of enemy supplies, while the enemy's main force was engaged in fierce fighting on the front lines. The small units were no match for me at all."

"But just as I had achieved enough results and was preparing to retreat, one of the enemy's divine messengers, who was supposed to be in command from the rear, seemed to be enraged. He personally brought a divine weapon to snipe at us, intending to leave us all behind... In the end, he actually succeeded."

"I didn't expect this at the time, and as a result, I suffered a great loss in the first encounter. My troops were killed by his divine weapon in one move."

The Sword Saint sighed as he spoke, clearly recalling the horrific scenes from the battlefield.

"Since the Sword Saint's troops are capable of infiltration operations and have won many battles, they must be the ace troops of the Chiho Kingdom. I estimate that none of their soldiers are weak."

Emery was even more interested:

"To inflict such heavy casualties on such an elite force in an instant, the enemy's divine envoy must have used some kind of extremely powerful attack, right? Was it his divine artifact? What kind of effect did it have?"

"Yes, that was an attack he launched using a divine artifact, so it was impossible to defend against."

The Sword Saint uncle sighed and said:

"That artifact of the Storm God is a scepter that can unleash a lightning storm attack that can cover an area roughly the size of a city. Many of my swordsmen were killed by the sudden lightning strikes before they could even react."

"...Is it just a lightning storm that can cover an entire city?"

Emery frowned slightly:

"Many great mages specializing in electric magic can perform attacks of this level. Why would they need the power of a divine artifact?"

"Hmm, in terms of attack effect alone, the Storm Scepter's strike seems to be similar to the high-level magic of the archmage here."

The swordsman uncle nodded slightly at first, then changed the subject:

"But even the most powerful mage in the world, could they unleash a spell of this scale instantly? And without any warning... There's no sense of magic gathering, no change in the celestial phenomena, just like ten thousand bolts of lightning suddenly falling from a clear blue sky, without even a single dark cloud."

"...This is getting interesting."

Amelie's eyes lit up:

"An instantaneous high-level spell without any warning? I certainly couldn't do that, and even the great mages I know would have a hard time. The only people in this world who could probably do it are probably the Elf Queen and the Dao Ancestor... Hmm, no wonder it's an attack launched by a divine artifact."

"Right?"

The Sword Saint uncle shrugged again:

"And that's not all. Just like the example I gave you before, Miss—even if the magic and divine arts here have the same actual effect or are even more powerful, they still lack the kind of mental awe that divine arts have, the pressure from the gods... sigh."

The swordsman uncle, having shrugged, shook his head once more:

"That's why many of my subordinates, who are quite agile and could have avoided those lightning bolts, were momentarily stunned by their shock effect, and as a result... sigh."

"An instantaneous, high-level magic attack that comes with a powerful mental shock without any warning? Then this artifact's attack truly lives up to its name. Even if I were to deal with such an attack, it would be quite troublesome."

Amelie nodded slightly, then hesitated for a few seconds, her gaze towards the Sword Saint uncle subtly shifting:

"But if that artifact is so powerful, how did you manage to kill that divine messenger? At least I haven't seen that kind of power in you yet."

This otherworldly swordsman uncle is quite strong, but his strength is roughly equivalent to that of Emery before she went to the Eastern Kingdom.

The divine messenger wielding the divine weapon sounded to be at least at the level of Machira, or even more powerful. No matter how you looked at it, this sword saint uncle couldn't possibly kill him.

“Young Miss, you are right. I am indeed no match for the Divine Messenger on my own.”

Faced with Emerald's doubts, the Sword Saint Uncle remained calm:

"Although I was the commander of the infiltration unit at the time, I was not the strongest in the unit. There were warriors among my comrades who were stronger than me. He was the main force against the divine messenger... I was just lucky to get the last blow."

"Furthermore, while the power of the divine artifacts is immense, they also have a drawback: the number of times they can be activated is limited. Once the limit is exceeded, they must be brought back to the temple to recharge before they can be used again... If the attacks of the divine artifacts can be activated indefinitely, then what is the point of having ordinary soldiers in war? Both sides could just gather a few divine envoys on the front lines and exchange blows with the divine artifacts."

"I see."

Emerald agreed, saying that the Sword Saint Uncle's statement was logically sound.

"Is that divine messenger easy to kill?"

So Emerald asked a new question:

"Do they have any methods that can't be found in this world to achieve similar effects? Or are they something that comes from divine grace?"

"Is there no similar method in this world...? Actually, there is."

The Sword Saint uncle thought about it seriously for a moment, and his expression instantly became solemn:

"Moreover, that is also the most powerful aspect of the divine messengers. Not only do the divine messengers of the Storm God possess it, but the divine messengers of our Mother Goddess Church, as well as the divine messengers of other major churches, basically all know that move."

"What trick?"

Amelie quickly sat up straight and casually put down her teacup.

"I don't know the official name either, since I'm not a member of the church. I only know that it's a special blessing that a god bestows upon high-ranking clergy, and that every god should do it."

The Sword Saint uncle's eyes constantly revealed a look of reminiscence as he said:

"However, I can give you a general description of that ability... In terms of the result, it is an ability to completely restore one's own condition and even bring the dead back to life, but it is different from your holy magic and the rebirth of the elf Crimson Moon family."

“Take the battle I experienced firsthand as an example… At the beginning, the Storm God’s envoy wielding the divine artifact did have a significant advantage, but after he ran out of uses of the artifact, the situation gradually changed, and we were able to inflict effective damage on him.”

"Although my troops suffered heavy losses at that time, the strongest elite troops were still intact. It was not difficult to defeat a divine messenger who had run out of artifact usage points."

"Defeating and killing are two different concepts. The reason my troops were ultimately wiped out was because of the price I paid to completely kill that divine messenger."

"I delivered the final blow to that divine messenger, but the fatal damage I inflicted on him was actually far more than just one. There were at least three attacks that would have killed him, but only the last fatal attack took effect."

"The deadly attacks before that, whether they were mine or those of my comrades, were all eliminated by that god using that strange ability."

“Whenever we inflict fatal damage on him… that is, something like piercing his heart with a sword or severing his head, his body will suddenly turn into a phantom. No matter how we pursue him afterward, we will only pass through the phantom and will no longer be able to harm him, as if he has been pulled into a higher level.”

"After that, more afterimages will appear on both sides of his body, but apart from the one that we inflicted the fatal wound on at the beginning, the other afterimages are in perfect condition."

"Then the central phantom that has suffered a fatal wound will swap places with one of the intact phantoms on either side of its body. The central phantom will become intact, while the swapped phantom will suffer a fatal wound and disappear."

"In the end, those phantoms will return to the main body in the middle, and the main body will also return from the phantom state to a solid state, with all its fatal wounds completely eliminated, and its physical strength and divine power restored to their peak."

"Of course, the number of those phantoms is also limited. Each time he fully recovers from a fatal wound, he consumes one phantom... The reason he was finally killed by me was because my comrades exhausted his recovery attempts at the cost of their lives."

“As you can see, young lady, I am just a swordsman. I don’t know any magic or divine arts. But based on my intuition as a swordsman… I feel that this ability is not something that mortals can cultivate themselves. It must come from some kind of special blessing from the gods.”

"Um……"

Amelie didn't immediately offer her opinion. Instead, she frowned slightly and tried to imagine the scene the Sword Saint had described.

According to Emeryte, the phantom that the Sword Saint Uncle mentioned is similar to the multiple lives a game character has. The game character will not truly fail until all lives are exhausted.

This ability is indeed something that has never appeared in this world before, but according to the Sword Saint Uncle, it is very common in his hometown, and most high-ranking priests have it.

Humans from different worlds wouldn't differ too much in their cultivation talents. If a high-ranking priest can cultivate an ability on their own, there's no reason why the strong in this world couldn't cultivate it. Therefore, this ability most likely comes from divine protection, which is also where divine power truly lies.

...If I could also receive this blessing, or use divine power to grant myself extra lifespans, would I no longer have to worry about the Dao Ancestor's sword of annihilation?

Amelie naturally had this idea, which further strengthened her determination to explore the correct use of divine power.

So Emerald continued to question the Sword Saint, wanting to learn more.

Unfortunately, the Sword Saint was just a swordsman; he didn't know any magic and couldn't provide any more useful information.

"Young Miss, please wait a moment..."

However, this sword saint uncle was also a straightforward person. Perhaps he felt that the information he provided was not enough to pay for the gift that Emery gave to his grandson. After hesitating for a moment, he got up and walked to the room on the inside of the living room.

About five or six minutes later, the Sword Saint Uncle reappeared, this time with a long, narrow wooden box in his hand.