Did the Demon King hug the hero's thigh today?

"Heh," Sebas glanced at the sword of the brave on his neck, and chuckled disdainfully, "You want to kill the demons just because of this scrap metal?"

"Uh, no, pretty boy, you have to see it clearly before you talk about it. This is a good thing."

Reluctantly, the quasi-pope stretched out his fingers to flick the black blade, and said earnestly and kindly: "Just look at the blade, the black and bright color, the blown hair and broken blade, and the simple and mysterious lines. "You...you didn't think of anything?"

Sebastian nodded cooperatively: "The sword of the brave."

"Hey! That's right!" The quasi-pope breathed a sigh of relief, and patiently coaxed him: "So, you let go, it's not good to be hurt by this sword of the brave, it hurts me to see it... Hiss! "

The whip around his neck was tightened so violently that the Pope almost lost his breath.

The sense of suffocation brings a slight visual illusion. In the blurred halo, the double-imaged eyes flashed with excitement, the thin red lips parted, and the devil's charming whisper sounded in the ear: "But in the What you have in your hand is a handful of scrap iron... Ugh!"

The scorching blade cut through the skin on the side of the neck, and the severe pain burned by the holy light spread from the sharp edge that was immersed in the flesh and blood. The unprecedented soul tearing and piercing pain caused a trace of surprise in the strange-colored pupils .

"Why?" Sebas held the tip of the sword with one hand, and tightened the whip in his hand unhappily.

The quasi-pope's forehead was already bulging with blue veins. While trying to tear off the leather whip wrapped around his neck, he said intermittently: "This is the sword of the brave, pretty boy."

"Stop talking nonsense, you know that's not what I'm asking." Enduring the sharp pain between his fingers, Sebas tightened the black leather whip in his hand without hesitation, "Said: You are not a brave man, why can you use it?" The sword of the brave?"

"Ha," a short and disdainful sneer leaked from the pale lips of the quasi-pope, "good question. What do you think the Holy Light is? What does it choose brave men for?"

Sebastian frowned slightly. In Weilong Raz, this man had said the same thing to the old Pope.

What exactly is the Holy Light?

Sebas was indeed a little curious.

"Ahem," the quasi-pope clutched his neck, and took a hard breath, "Let's discuss it together, let's...let go of it a little bit, and I'll explain it to you slowly?"

"Yes." Sebastian agreed, and began to count down, "3, 2, 1."

The moment the last number fell, the two of them increased the strength in their hands in a tacit understanding.

Sebastian: ...

Prospective Pope: ...

"Just now... it was just a drill," Sebastian explained with a frown, "this time it's real."

"Okay." The quasi-pope rolled his eyes and nodded in agreement with difficulty.

3, 2, 1.

This time, the two finally breathed a sigh of relief at the same time.

Sebastian pressed the side of his neck that was still bleeding, and urged, "Quickly tell me, what exactly is the Holy Light?"

"Okay, okay," the quasi-pope Kobe took a few breaths, and his complexion finally calmed down.

"Light is not light. The essence of holy light is a collection of power, and the source of power is mainly faith."

The quasi-pope turned his slender neck that was red from being strangled, and blinked at Sebastian, "Of course, besides faith, there is a more general source of power, you know?"

"soul."

"That's right! As expected of a handsome boy!" The quasi-pope nodded and continued: "The soul can be directly transformed into various types of power, and the soul is purer and rarer. Compared with faith, the Holy Light prefers the soul."

"Oh?" The corner of Sebas' mouth curled up, and he put on a sarcastic smile, "According to you, there is no difference between the Holy Light and the source of power of the demons—the magic power formed by negative emotions?"

"Hahahaha, light is not light, and holiness is not holiness." The quasi-pope laughed loudly, "How can there be any kind of good or evil in the various forces in this world? The light of righteousness or the light of evil is nothing more than obtaining the holy light." It's just a thought of a powerful person."

"A person who has obtained the power of the Holy Light is a brave man?"

"Not only the brave, but anyone who uses the magic of the holy light is the recipient of the power of the holy light." The quasi-pope lightly rubbed the sword of the brave in his hand, "It's just that the power of the holy light obtained by the brave is indeed much higher than Others, so in general,."

"So, you are still the new brave?" Sebastian looked at the prospective pope playfully.

"No," the quasi-pope smiled lightly, "If I was the one who pulled out the sword of the brave, I would still be able to pull it out."

Sebastian was slightly taken aback, and looked at the man in front of him unblinkingly with a pair of heterochromatic pupils, "Isn't there only one brave man?"

"Not necessarily. The so-called chosen ones are just those selected according to extremely strict rules." The quasi-pope looked at the shocked little black cat, and the corner of his mouth curled up. "So the key is not whether there is only one brave man." , but in what exactly are the rules of the Holy Light's selection."

"Don't be fooled," Sebastian urged, fascinated by what he heard, "quickly tell me what the rules are?"

"Suppose there are two people in front of you, one is a rookie mage and the other is an intermediate mage, and you have a time-limited task to complete, who would you choose?"

"Intermediate Mage," Sebastian replied without hesitation, "Because time is limited, the success rate of choosing him is higher."

"Yes, that's the logic." The quasi-pope nodded, "Among the candidates seen by the Holy Light, most of them only have low-purity beliefs. When someone finds someone with high-purity soul power, naturally I will choose the latter. Because the latter has a higher starting talent value and is easier to succeed."

"Why does the brave man have soul power?" Sebastian recalled all the news he had heard about Yule, and the more he thought about it, the more confused he became, "That...he can't even talk about the belief in the Holy Light. You can do something like dedicating your soul to the Holy Light."

"Of course it's impossible," the quasi-pope couldn't help laughing when he thought of Yule's actions against the Holy See. "Compared to dedicating his soul for the Holy Light, the probability of that brave man leveling the Holy Light Church is even higher." How about a little higher?"

"If you lose your soul, you will die; so the power of the soul is not the brave's own." The quasi-pope paused slightly, put away the smile just now, and said seriously: "Someone asked the Holy Spirit at the price of his own soul. The light protected him comprehensively; the holy light agreed to this condition, and left part of the power transformed into that person's soul on the protected person."

"The mother of the brave Stirko Yule, who used to be the Holy Fire High Priest of the Holy See of the Holy Light. It is rumored that this beautiful high priest had a huge dispute with the previous bishop, resigned from the position of high priest, and married Sevin Elevin Empire king."

"After the former high priest became the queen of the Sevin Eleven Empire, the status of the Holy See of the Holy Light in the Sevin Eleven Empire has plummeted—the number of Protestants has hardly increased over the years, and there are actually a large number of priests In the case of resigning and returning to secular work, almost no one bought the indulgences of the Holy See of Light... until the former pope confirmed that the former high priest and current queen were actually witches."

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I have seen the messages of encouragement from the cute crabs, and I am really touched by everyone, 5555.I am ashamed of the recent update frequency, I try my best to finish my work early and come back early!