Chapter 98: A Spiritual New Sword and Slaughter

However, based on what I just saw, it should require the ancient and cruel method of blood sacrifice, and the panel feedback said "chaotic spiritual essence", which doesn't sound very serious.

Moreover, three ghosts only produce more than 50 points, which is too inefficient. It is better to do it yourself.

Luke looked at the old Indian and asked again, "Where is the enemy?"

The old man nodded humbly, then looked towards the northeast with hatred: "There is a castle over there, which is the stronghold of the evil white pigs. They plundered our land, killed our people, and destroyed our altars. They are simply unforgivable!"

After saying this, he returned to the posture of respectful kneeling and begged, "Great Messenger, please send down divine punishment to punish those foreign races who do not believe in the spirits of nature."

Luke walked out of the altar step by step, his feet on the air, suspended in mid-air.

He is still unclear about the real reason for the refresh of the Indian ghosts, nor does he know why these ghosts lose their minds when they arrive in the material world.

Puzzle games are not suitable for him, so skip the plot and kill!

Now that the NPC has given the mission objective, just lead your men over and do it.

He looked around and saw a dagger hanging near the top of the Sun Tree in the middle of the altar. It was reflecting dazzling light under the illumination of the light ball at the top of the Sun Tree.

The flaming wings behind him fluttered, and he flew into the air. He came to the top of the Sun Tree and took down the dagger.

The blade was dark red throughout, like coal that had burned to the extreme, or like the remains of blood. Compared to the Lightning Flash, its blade was slightly shorter, only less than 40 centimeters, and more like a slightly elongated dagger than a blade.

As Luke held the knife in his hand, the knife seemed to have its own spirit, transmitting all its information to him.

【Melting Gold】

The sacrificial knife is made of "flame crystal" erupted from deep in the volcano as its main material and is forged from the essence of smelted metals. It has been worshipped on the altar for a long time and has acquired extraordinary power.

【characteristic】

Blazing Blade: [Molten Gold] carries a strong flame force that can be stimulated by mental force to summon blazing flames and form a huge flaming blade.

Melting Gold and Cutting Iron: The blade of [Melting Gold] can increase the temperature limit according to the user's will. When it comes into contact with other weapons, there is a certain probability that it will melt them.

Clairvoyance: [Molten Gold] is naturally fond of masters with the power of fire and can help the master better control fire.

Luke picked up the Molten Gold and after waving it a few times, he felt it was extremely smooth to use.

Previously, in order to accommodate the length of [Thunder Flash], he had specially changed some movements of [Aztec War Sacrifice Sword Technique].

Now, this [Molten Gold] is perfectly matched with the swordsmanship in terms of both length and characteristics.

Moreover, in terms of quality, [Thunder Flash] is only hard and sharp enough, with a small amount of lightning damage, and can be put on display for public sale, which is actually only a small boutique. Although it is also very useful, it is far behind [Melting Gold] that has been passed down and worshipped by Indians for who knows how many years.

He looked at the dagger again and again with joy, but at the same time he felt a little worried as he wondered whether he could bring the items he obtained from this world back to the material world.

A few minutes later, he landed with his wings of flames flapping, and pointed the dagger in his hand forward.

"set off!"

Led by several of the most agile Indian warriors, Luke landed on the ground and walked side by side with the old ghost who had white hair and beard but was still agile.

This tribe of resentful spirits had no women or children. Under the leadership of Luke, more than a hundred Indian warriors came out in full force.

"Those white pigs hid in the castle and refused to come out. Although they were very weak, every time we attacked, they would summon the evil White Light God to suppress our power and heal themselves, so we have never been able to break through their castle."

"However, although we sacrificed many warriors, those white pigs died even more."

"This time, the great God of the Sky and the Sun has finally responded to our prayers. With the leadership of the Lord of God, we will definitely be able to kill all those hateful white pigs!"

Originally, the surrounding environment was similar to the material world, but a little darker. There was no sun or moon above my head, only stars in the sky.

But when Luke walked out of the Indian tribe, he felt like he had entered another world.

Shadows flowed like a tide, covering everything in deep darkness, as if countless invisible beings were watching in the dark. There were still stars in the sky, but only those seemingly eternal stars could be seen with the naked eye, and no starlight could fall to the ground and penetrate the dark curtain of the world.

Fortunately, this world is not all darkness. The ground, buildings, and plant debris all emit a kind of gray and dim light, allowing travelers to see clearly.

The further you go, the more distorted and weird the surrounding environment becomes. This place seems to be a distorted reflection, reflecting the absurdity and darkness of the material world. Huge ruins can be seen everywhere, full of incredible geometric shapes and morbid beauty, as if they are the ruins of an ancient civilization.

Continuing along these strange ruins and climbing over a low hill, we finally discovered a color other than black and gray in the endless darkness.

A ruined castle stood alone at the end of Luke's vision. On the ancient gate, some remaining reliefs could be vaguely seen, but most of them were blurred.

The castle is in a state of disrepair, with broken stones on the walls, exposing the internal masonry structure. The tiles on the roof are broken, and some have fallen off in pieces, revealing the rotten wooden beams and beams inside.

Such a castle seems to have become a ruin swallowed by time, but in the main body of the castle there is unexpectedly a trace of light, as if there are still some people living tenaciously there.

“That’s it!” an Indian warrior said bitterly, “Those white pigs’ castles look shabby, but the buildings are all attached with the power of the White Light God. As long as we go in, we will be suppressed.”

Looking at the prominent cross on the top of the castle, Luke confirmed his previous conjecture. The so-called White Light God was the Jesus believed in by Protestants and Catholics.

Is he going to face that guy's power head-on? Luke felt a little scared.

However, feeling the surging power of Quetzalcoatl in his body, his confidence returned to him. It was just a small colonial outpost, not a place to fight for heaven.

Anyway, I can abandon this body and run away at any time, so I'll just fight first and talk later.

Luke shouted to the Indian warriors behind him: "Go!"

Let them test the enemy's strength first.

Anyway, they are old friends and know each other well. Only Luke is new and needs to observe first.

Under the command of the messenger Luke, more than a hundred Indian warriors gathered together, wearing animal skins, holding sharp blades, and shouting meaningless roars, rushing towards the ruined castle like wild horses. At this time, the dead castle regained some vitality.

Urgent bells rang from the castle, and shadowy figures appeared above the castle. The ghosts of the white colonists began to raise their simple flintlock rifles to fight back against the Indian warriors.

These flintlock rifles seemed to be made up of souls, and the bullets they fired were very effective. The Indian warriors fell to the ground in pain when they were hit by one.

However, they are ghosts after all, not ordinary people. After falling to the ground and resting for a while, their injuries recovered naturally. They got up again, caught up with their companions, and continued to charge.

So far, everything seemed to be going well. Although the flintlock rifles of the colonists' ghosts were long-range attacks, their numbers were too small. A rough estimate was that there were less than 50 of them. It was difficult for them to hold the line against the aggressive Indian warriors.

It seems that the reason lies in the church.

Sure enough, a moment later, when the Indian warrior approached the castle gate, the cross on the top of the castle suddenly emitted a dazzling white light, instantly illuminating the entire castle. Even the darkness in a large area nearby was completely dispelled, and the entire castle seemed to have returned to noon in the material world.

Under this brilliant light, the Indian warriors' speed and strength decreased significantly, and even the time it took to recover after being shot was greatly increased.

Not only that, after an unlucky soldier fell to the ground, perhaps he was targeted by the enemy's sharpshooter. Before he could stand up, he was hit by two consecutive bullets in the head. After a twitch, he turned into a pool of meat paste and melted into the wet ground.

This is completely dead.

After casualties occurred, the Indian warriors, while angry, paid more attention to covering their companions. Even if someone fell to the ground, there were always others to pull him aside, or simply use their bodies to block the incoming bullets for their companions.

There were no more deaths among the Indian warriors, but they were trapped in the holy light and could not break through the enemy's gate.

At this time, Luke had roughly figured out the opponent's strengths and weaknesses and was ready to take action himself.

The blazing flames behind him burned fiercely in the darkness. The wings of the feathered serpent were raised high, and with a sudden shake, he leaped up from the hill, soared into the air, and then dived towards the gap in the castle where the battle was the most intense.

Have you ever seen this kind of sword technique that falls from the sky?
With the blessing of Luke's mental strength, [Aztec War Sacrifice Sword Technique] and the characteristic of "psychic communication", [Molten Gold] extended a flaming blade that was more than two meters long. As Luke swung it, it descended on the main entrance of the castle like the falling sun.

There was a loud explosion with a loud bang, and the burning flames even covered the pure white light emitted by the cross on the top of the castle.

The flaming blade exploded and shattered, and along with it, the castle's gate, which looked shaky but remained strong, also exploded.

After entering the range of the holy light, Luke also felt a kind of suppression from the surrounding area. However, the power of Quetzalcoatl allowed him to still exert most of his strength in this suppression.

The spirit body came without the [Spirit Fang], and lost the most convenient weapon for bullying weaklings, but the [Molten Gold] in his hand was no less powerful.

Following Luke's thoughts, [Molten Gold] once again condensed into a flaming blade more than two meters long. With a sweep, he cut off the three ghost colonists who were besieging and trying to block the castle gate.

The flames burned fiercely on their broken souls, and in a moment they were shattered to pieces.

"Kill a Level 1 spiritual creature"

"Obtain 50 points of spiritual essence"

"Kill a Level 1 spiritual creature"

"Obtain 60 points of spiritual essence"

"Kill a Level 1 spiritual creature"

"Obtain 50 points of spiritual essence"

By killing enemies in the other world, you can actually obtain spiritual essence.

Luke swung the flaming blade in his hand more vigorously, and in just a moment, two more ghosts were burned to ashes by the raging flames.

At this time, Indian warriors also rushed in from the gap in the gate. Hundreds of Indian warriors, plus Luke, the "messenger of God", could easily deal with the remaining dozens of colonist ghosts with varying strengths.

The advantage is mine!

Luke was in high spirits. He pointed his long sword forward and led the charge.

The next moment, a pale blue flame rose from the center of the castle, and then the cross on the top seemed to be replenished with some powerful energy, emitting an overbearing light that made people unable to open their eyes.

Even from dozens of meters away, Luke's soul could feel a stinging burning sensation on the skin, as if the holy light was going to completely purify it from the outside to the inside, from body to soul, into the most basic particles.

He subconsciously closed the pair of wings burning with the flames of the sun's power behind him and blocked them in front of him, and only then did he feel a little safer.

As the one who rushed to the front and was the strongest person on the Indian side, Luke received the most care from the holy light, and almost half of the holy light flowed towards him.

Fortunately, the holy light did not last long, only about three or four seconds, and then it stopped on its own.

When the light faded, Luke spread out his tattered wings, feeling the wounds all over the soul body, and looked around in a daze. Only then did he realize that most of the Indian warriors who came with him had been destroyed by the holy light.

Only the white-haired elder and a few powerful warriors survived, but judging from their dying condition, they had no chance to fight again.

Not only that, he sensed the power in the wings. The power obtained from the sacrificial ceremony was also consumed by the white light, and there was little left. The feathered serpent wings made of flames behind him were almost unable to maintain their shape.

Damn you!
I have so many subordinates.

Where is Lao Tzu’s divine power?

How come it disappeared in the blink of an eye?
At this time, the ghost of the colonist on the opposite side was also shocked. He had no intention of pursuing the victory. Instead, he looked in the direction of Luke and others with a look of shock.

Apparently, this wasn’t the colonial ghosts’ back-up plan, and they themselves didn’t know what was happening.

However, although they didn't know the principle of the holy light just now, it was the power of God after all. Therefore, after a while, they all knelt down and prayed fervently in the direction of the cross.

Great Lord, thank you for your divine power.

(End of this chapter)