King of Titans and Dragons
Chapter 259 - 259 254 The Old Man and the Young Boy

Chapter 259: Chapter 254: The Old Man and the Young Boy Chapter 259: Chapter 254: The Old Man and the Young Boy Muria gazed at the direction where the holy warriors dashed into the Undead Gray Mist, staring for a long time.

They were not strong. Muria could perceive the strength of these over three hundred people: most of them were at Silver Rank, and only a few were at Gold Rank. Their strength, compared to the legendary existences of the Undead Council, was pitifully weak.

Their attempt to rescue individuals by entering into the kingdom of Bavaria was tantamount to courting death. If they ran into any legendary undead or lich, their troop would be annihilated.

In Erathia, even for ordinary people, death is but the beginning. If these holy warriors were killed in the kingdom of Bavaria, it wouldn’t merely mean their death, their souls would also be imprisoned in their lifeless undead body, losing the chance for eternal life in the Divine Sanctuary.

Such a fate is the most tragic in Erathia, the cruelest punishment for ordinary people. In the eyes of the creatures of Erathia, it’s essentially the same as Muria being cast into the 18th level of hell in his previous life.

“Any thoughts?” Kaslana asked him from beside his ear.

“Humanity still holds hope.” A complex smile spread across Muria’s face, “As long as humans like those holy warriors continue to exist, humanity will continue its lineage.”

“The human race has never been short of humans like holy warriors,” Kaslana said seriously. “So sometimes, when they ask me for help, I respond to them.”

“This time, if the church requests your…”

“Won’t go.” Kaslana shook her head. “No matter how big the reward, even if there’s a human legend in the battle, I won’t go.”

“Hmm!” Muria nodded in understanding. The Golden Dragon symbolizes benevolence, but in the face of certain death, even a Golden Dragon would close its eyes in silence.

Because of kindness, they sacrifice their lives and even their souls. In the eyes of rational mage dragons, it’s a profoundly stupid action. The present Bavaria kingdom couldn’t be maintained by a legend.

So, while they were moved and thrilled, the adventurers making way for the holy warriors below, along with the minstrels who just played music to send them off, now return to their own tasks.

They were willing to respect heroes but were unwilling to become heroes themselves because the cost of being a hero was too high.

“Shall we go see the temple?”

“Hmm?”

“Most of the holy warriors came here through the church’s teleportation system, and only a few arrived through other means. For example, the one from my territory, since there is no temple in my territory, he had to come through the teleportation hall.”

“Let’s go and have a look!”

…thanks to Kaslana’s status, they were not hindered in any way when entering the temple district. After seeing the Dawn Temple of The Dawn Church, they walked straight in.

Kaslana showed a badge to prove her identity, dismissed the questioning divine staff, and expertly led Muria into the area where the temple’s teleportation array was set up—the layouts of benevolent god temples were quite similar.

Once they arrived, Muria noticed that it seemed all the divine staff of this Dawn Temple had gathered here. Almost a hundred divine staff, wearing various styles of priest robes, were standing in a welcoming formation in front of the teleportation array.

Leading them was an old man in red robes who stood out conspicuously compared to the mainly white-robed divine staff surrounding him. He was a Soul Intent Level red-clothed grand archbishop.

Muria and Kaslana quietly went into this teleportation area and stood in a corner without disturbing the rank of the divine staff.

Suddenly, a “Hum!” echoed through the room as a chain of six teleportation arrays lined up, light from the spirit runes of one of the teleportation arrays was shining, brightly illuminating an old man who appeared somewhat frail amidst the teleportation light.

He was an elderly man, the deep lines etched across his face and his fair head of hair and beard were an undeniable testament to his age. He was wearing a set of armor ill-suited for his slim frame, an almost comical sight.

As the teleportation spirit light faded, Muria saw the old man emerging from the teleportation array, his face flushed in an unusual manner.

Within the few short steps taken after stepping out, the old man’s hair and beard rapidly change into a dark brownish hue at a speed visible to the naked eye. The wrinkles etch across his face started to disappear one by one.

The initially hunched figure straightened gradually, like a pine tree standing tall. The baggy armor he used to wear now fitted perfectly around his expanding muscles — it was custom made for him when he was young.

Seeing the old man rapidly reverting to his youthful state, the red-clothed Grand Archbishop showed a surprised expression: “Why would you do this to yourself!”

What is happening to him…” Muria looked in astonishment at what was a feeble old man but has now taken on the strong and chiseled features of a middle-aged holy warrior.

“He must have consumed the Boiling Blood Potion.” Kaslana took one glance and quietly explained to Muria: “This is a potion discovered by the human race’s alchemist. Consuming this potion, at the cost of burning their entire life force, would restore them to their prime state. It is usually used by severely injured or weakened warriors.”

“Burning all their life force…so does that mean he’s destined to die no matter what?” Muria asked.

“Bishop, could you cast a few Divine Arts on me to extend my current state. I wouldn’t want to die after just slaying a few undead, ” Laughed the holy warrior who had returned to his middle age state, a few white hairs still present in his beard.

Before he could finish his sentence, one by one, divine arts fell upon him, quickly engulfing him. By the time the priests stopped casting, the holy warrior was cloaked in radiant light, his form barely discernible.

Soon, a young priestess came to him with a crystal bottle in her hands: “Sir, please drink this holy water.”

“Aha, I’ve never been blessed by so many priests in my long life.” The holy warrior laughed heartily, took the crystal bottle unceremoniously, and drained it in one gulp. This would help sustain his current state for a longer duration…

“Hum!” Another teleportation array lit up, and within the teleportation spirit light, a young holy warrior appeared.

“Such a young lad, what are you here for?” The radiant holy warrior looked sternly at the boyish face of the teenager in the teleportation array.

“Of course, I’m here to fight against evil, to rescue the common populace.” The teenager, whose lips barely had a layer of soft yellow mustache, answered seriously.

“Very good, you will definitely grow up to be an excellent holy warrior. But now is not the time for you to come, go back.”

“I am already a holy warrior.” The teenage holy warrior answered proudly, an armor of faint yellow light, a sign of combative aura emerged around him, “I am not weaker than you.”

“Being able to use the external Combative Aura at such a young age.” The red-clothed Grand Archbishop showed a kind smile, walked to the teenage holy warrior before asking, “Child, tell me, how old are you this year?”

“I am fifteen years old this year.” The teenager replied proudly.

“Hmm, promoted to silver rank at fifteen years old, you truly are a genius.” The Red-clothed Archbishop chuckled warmly, he patted the young warrior on the shoulder. Immediately, the boy’s face stiffened as he found himself unable to move.

“Lock him in the confinement room, don’t release him until the evil forces recede.”