388: Chapter 327 Sunrise Warhamr_1 388: Chapter 327 Sunrise Warhamr_1 Gaven didn’t let Luna land, instead, he settled on the branch of a stout tree.
This ti, he was preparing to use an Enlightennt spell on the branch.
It was more about avoiding mosquitoes than those forest hunters.
As for safety, Gaven wasn’t too worried.
The Dog Demon had been following on the ground and wouldn’t take long to catch up.
In the jungle, there weren’t many beings that could pose a threat to him.
Moreover, this Devil never traveled alone.
Bringing ten or eight Zuo Lang as cannon fodder attendants was his most common tactic.
After unfolding the Fairy’s picnic cloth and enjoying a fruit feast with Luna,
Gaven then leaned against the trunk, cald his mind, and initiated the Enlightennt.
Even though she was a Half-Moon Colt born naturally, and had just been infused with Fairy Wilderness Power, becoming more closely connected to nature,
Under full concentration, she could only sense a very faint wave of Life Energy.
Then Gaven’s breath grew weaker and weaker.
To be more precise, his breath started to transform and tune, aligning with the tree he was sitting on, and with the surrounding forest.
Soon he was the tree; he was the forest; they beca one and the sa.
A faint consciousness was born within the tree beneath him, then slowly and steadfastly began to grow.
The Half-Moon Colt couldn’t help but lie down on the trunk, starting to sense that faint breath.
It was as if she was witnessing a seed germinate and break through the soil, how it vied for ti and space to grow in the forest, surpassing its peers, witnessing the changes and growth of the forest, witnessing the cycle of birth in spring and death in sumr on its own body.
This was the life of a tree, the life of the tree they were sitting on.
On this tree, Luna seed to see her own reflection.
Only this tree was confined to this forest, this land, while she was confined to the Monastery of the Hamr of Justice.
It seed very long because of the monotony, but it felt so brief.
In comparison, today seed short, but it was so fulfilling.
In the morning, she was at Weizemay Manor, watching a Goblin Sorcerer’s invention of a curious wine barrel device.
By noon, she had arrived at the Fairy Wilderness, where she beheld a magnificent sight she had never seen before.
Afternoon found her in this place, enlightening a tree.
And in the evening, she slept in a tree with a legendary high-level Devil, one above, one below.
Unable to feel sleepy, the Half-Moon Colt couldn’t help but raise her head to ask, “Mr.
Dog Demon, is your life always this full and exciting?”
The Dog Demon let out a lazy yawn and answered listlessly, “Before long, you’ll realize that having eaten your fill and lying at ho doing nothing is the greatest pleasure in this world.”
“Aren’t you Devils supposed to like stirring up trouble?
Why do you seem so listless, Mr.
Dog Demon?” The Half-Moon Colt spoke with a hint of disdain.
The Dog Demon’s current deanor was like that of an old man basking in the sun in a corner, utterly devoid of any initiative or vigor.
“We do enjoy stirring up trouble when there’s benefit to be had,” The Dog Demon drawled languidly, “When you’re busy as a bee every day without a penny to your na, you’ll understand how I feel.”
Previously, he had thoroughly enjoyed consuming the Foul Giant’s Soul, which led to a rocket-like surge in strength.
But the side effects were also quite apparent, and now the enemies Gaven faced were generally not very powerful.
There simply weren’t enough strong souls for him to gnaw on.
Last ti, when there were finally three powerful Dwarves Vampires, he didn’t get the chance to act before Gaven blasted two away and one escaped, leaving him with nothing to do.
Lacking the temptation for growth, his spirit was naturally a bit deficient.
At least there was no need to pretend in front of the Lord’s new mount.
“The cause of justice doesn’t require compensation,” the Half-Moon Colt spoke as if it were self-evident.
Hearing this, the Dog Demon didn’t bother to reply.
Great, another one brainwashed by the Holy Warrior.
The Half-Moon Colt continued to bring up several more topics sporadically.
Either the Dog Demon stopped responding in the end, or his answers made her not want to bother with him.
Their different backgrounds determined their perceptions; it was impossible for them to ever agree on anything.
It wasn’t that they were talking past each other, but rather they were at odds.
Only because they were under Gaven’s command did they ever have any direct interaction at all.
With a high-ranking Devil leading a pack of Zuo Lang guarding the place, no unwise creatures ca looking for trouble.
Before dawn broke, Gaven had completed the Enlightennt.
This ti there was no surprise, just an Enlightened Tree with seven Life Dice.
Its purpose was never to be on the battlefield, but on the construction site.
It would set off on its own to Weizemay Manor.
Although it had only consud a basic version of Enlightennt, its Intelligence was not much less than that of ordinary people.
It was capable of handling most affairs by itself.
Most importantly, it was a large Awakened Plant; nobody with any sense would go looking for trouble with it; that would simply be asking for discomfort.
Breakfast was taken care of at the Monastery of the Hamr of Justice, along with the purification of three Cursed Objects.
They were of the lowest grade, mainly used for practice, further accumulating experience, and providing the Monastery with three practical Magic Items.
This made Valon, the Grand Inquisitor, so happy his eyes were nearly closed in delight.
No matter how he looked at Gaven, he liked what he saw.
They asked him several more tis if he had any intention of joining the Monastery of the Hamr of Justice to beco a Holy Warrior.
This question rendered Gaven speechless.
Not to ntion that he had no such intention, even if he did, he couldn’t beco one.
After all, becoming a Holy Warrior was not an ordinary career that anyone who wanted to could succeed in; it required a corresponding and unwavering faith.
Over the following days, Gaven lived a similar routine.
During the day, he perford purifications at the Monastery of the Hamr of Justice, and at night, he searched for suitable trees in the Dull Forest to enlighten.
The trees of the Dull Forest could withstand such enlightennt from Gaven.
The Cursed Objects of the Monastery of the Hamr of Justice, however, could not withstand Gaven’s thod of purification.
Soon, there were only three Cursed Objects left.
When Gaven entered the sealing chamber again, not only was Valon present in person, but Darnell and Luna had also co along because they knew that today was the last day and that Gaven was preparing to work on the Sunrise Warhamr.
As for the remaining two objects, they had been chosen by Gaven as his compensation for the labor and were not included in today’s purification.
In the eyes of Valon and the others, the Sunrise Warhamr was the most troubleso, but in Gaven’s view, it was actually the simplest.
The delay in starting was not due to Gaven’s reluctance, but because Valon and the others had arranged for it to be the last one.
It was his task to do sooner or later anyway, so Gaven did not say much more.
When Gaven walked towards the Sunrise Warhamr, he himself didn’t feel much, but the others couldn’t help but hold their breaths.
Amanda’s slender figure peeked out from Gaven’s shadow, sneakily tugging at his sleeve.
In order to recreate the scene of destroying the Demigod Ruptured Palm, Gaven had specially returned to Weizemay Manor to bring her over, to ensure that he wouldn’t be unable to summon the entirety of Weizemay Manor’s energy on his own.
By the ti Gaven got hold of the Sunrise Warhamr, enveloped in whirling dark mist, he realized his worries were completely unnecessary.
Weizemay Manor was no longer as it had been; it was now imbued with Divine Nature.
Sensing the aura of death’s Divine Nature, it was like a cat upon seeing a mouse: Gaven only needed to lure it slightly, and it would appear thunderously, like a greedy beast gulping the Divine Nature cloaking the Sunrise Warhamr into its belly in one bite.
“It’s done,” Gaven nonchalantly stepped aside.
“Done?
Just like that?
So quickly?”
“Aren’t you supposed to destroy it and then extract the essence within?”
“Isn’t the Sunrise Warhamr still enveloped by Undead Energy?”
“Hey?
Look, the Warhamr seems to have really changed from the original, from that evil, it seems as though sothing is missing?”
Everyone was incredulous, having been distracted by the illusion of Weizemay Manor and hadn’t noticed what happened to the Sunrise Warhamr.
Or rather, they simply didn’t have the ability to discern what had occurred.
As Gaven spoke, everyone’s attention shifted to the Sunrise Warhamr, and they soon noticed its subtle changes.
The original Sunrise Warhamr was enshrouded with layers of thick dark mist that one could barely discern its outline, with everything else unclear, including its looks.
Now, however, it was different; the continuous, round mist was shattered, and streaks of blazing white light pierced through the gaps.
The spectacle was akin to the post-rain sun hidden behind layers of dense clouds, giving the impression that it’s on the verge of breaking free any mont.
Gaven made an inviting gesture and said, “Grand Inquisitor, why don’t you personally complete the last step, take hold of the Warhamr, and banish it with your Holy Light Power.”
Knowing full well that Monastery of the Hamr of Justice would not give the Sunrise Warhamr to him, Gaven naturally played the good guy to the end; not only did he not check the Attributes of the Sunrise Warhamr, but he also conceded the final right to purify it.
After all, the greatest benefit had already been seized; the rest was just for show.
Valon hesitated for a mont, then turned to Darnell and said, “Judgnt Chief, it’s your turn.”
“No, no, no…” Darnell shook his head repeatedly, “This matter should be handled personally by the Grand Inquisitor.”
“I have been with the Monastery of the Hamr of Justice all these years, and I spend less than one-tenth of the ti travelling outside than you do.
In your hands, it can be more effectively utilized,” Valon said.
“The Sunrise Warhamr is the weapon of the first Grand Inquisitor; apart from its formidable power, it also bears a unique symbolism.
It’s only natural for the Grand Inquisitor to wield it—besides, you don’t go on missions often, but when you do, they are the most dangerous and troubleso, and rightfully, it should be used by you,” Darnell had his reasons too.
“I already have the Just Hamr, which is wasted in my hands…”
“My current battle hamr is more than sufficient for to complete most of my missions…”
Initially, everyone thought the two were simply being modest with one another, only later did they understand that it involved the right to use the Sunrise Warhamr.
Indeed, such powerful Magic Weapons often involve issues of recognition and attunent; they couldn’t be casually switched between users.
As an outsider, Gaven naturally couldn’t interject in this matter and could only wait silently on the side.
Seeing that all efforts to persuade Darnell were futile and that the light bursting from the Sunrise Warhamr was becoming increasingly intense, as if it was about to break through the darkness on its own, Valon the Grand Inquisitor’s expression turned solemn as he commanded loudly, “Darnell, heed my order.”
“At your command,” Darnell knelt on one knee, hamr on his chest.
“As the thirteenth Grand Inquisitor of the Monastery of the Hamr of Justice, I order you, from this day forward, you are the bearer and Guardian of the Sunrise Warhamr.
Wield it to uphold the na of justice of the Monastery of the Hamr of Justice, to uphold the laws of the Valley, to eradicate all the evil and injustice in the world, as long as you live, the hamr shall prevail,” Valon the Grand Inquisitor intoned loudly.
“As long as I live, the hamr shall prevail,” Darnell responded loudly.
This was no longer a simple matter of deferring; it was a sacred mission.
Darnell, standing upright once more, boldly approached the Sunrise Warhamr and solemnly took hold of the handle.
It was less that Darnell grasped the Sunrise Warhamr and more that it leapt into his hands willingly.
The dazzling golden radiance erupted from the Sunrise Warhamr, and the remaining dark mist was vanquished in an instant, dispersed like smoke and clouds.
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