Knights and Magic Wand
Chapter 608 - 608 288 The Battle of Rolannar Part 2

608: Chapter 288 The Battle of Rolannar (Part 2) 608: Chapter 288 The Battle of Rolannar (Part 2) The heavy thudding of fast-paced footsteps entered the temple hall, its colors grayed by the spiritual field, the sickly sweet metallic stench wrapping around the knights’ face masks like a curtain.

The statues of the Holy Sun Totem on either side had been replaced by massive scarlet hearts, and from the gaps in the glazed tiles on the floor, gel-like proliferative blood blisters constantly oozed out.

Every step of the hundreds of knights from the Holy War Army would crush the cysts filled with shattered bones.

Huge veins crisscrossed within the walls, with torrents of magic elements flowing through them, the thick veins of unknown purpose extending deep into the corridor of the great temple.

This desecration was undoubtedly the handiwork of the Blood Demon.

But this setup not only insulted the faith of this place; the pervasive blood inscriptions and demon runes had transformed the temple into a complex magic technique ritual site.

Yet, Leon couldn’t decipher from such vast and profound information what exactly the Blood Demon was doing outside.

Is this the core of the undead cloud magic rampaging outside?

Is the great magic attempting to connect this world with a different plane originating here?

The group rushed through the great hall once filled with innumerable worshippers, as Leon led them swiftly through the grand columns toward the corridor at the rear left of the hall.

Even though neither Lokhak nor the son of the hunter from memory ever truly had the chance to enter the temple’s interior, with the guidance of the Holy Light and Lola’s advance directions, he could still find the passage leading them to the underground tomb.

Inside the Holy Hall, in the center of the once solemn Holy Sun altar, octopus-like fleshy tentacles extended from the massive heart tumor clinging to the sun wheel totem, tightly wrapping around the statue erected by the church for the Holy Prophet.

The long-haired prophet statue, hooded and faceless, was now tightly entangled by fleshy tentacles, becoming the support frame for some evil magic ceremony.

This scene of faith desecration was enough to drive any believer of the Holy Sun and Illaril into frenzy.

And even as a non-believer, Leon was angered by the desecrated image of the Lola statue before him, though the featureless prophet statue looked quite different from Lola’s appearance…

the tall silhouette was vastly different from Lola’s figure, almost like comparing two different people.

But despite the difference in appearance, that statue still represented her.

Yet sadly, Leon knew there was no time to pause and burn away the desecrated flesh within the temple.

The knights’ disarrayed footsteps raced into the corridor, diving deeper into the increasingly dim and misty temple interior.

Leon didn’t want to stop for even a moment, but as they advanced, the encroaching darkness made the Holy War Army cautiously slow their steps.

The Holy Light in their hands still functioned, yet outside its brilliant radiance, not a trace of anything could be seen, as if everything beyond the glow had been rendered void, and in that void, something seemed to be watching.

Leon ordered everyone to stay as close as possible to the light of the Holy Light to avoid straying into the eerie black shadows surrounding them.

As they followed the Holy Light’s guidance past the sixth counterintuitive upward staircase, the surroundings opened up.

They arrived at a relatively spacious hall, with hundreds of warriors standing amidst the columns yet occupying only a corner of the space.

As Leon lifted his lantern to survey, he realized the entrance stairs they’d taken earlier weren’t heading up but down.

Are they already beneath the temple?

Leon advanced along with the light, scrutinizing the massive illuminated columns around him.

Inscribed Felu language writings and Holy Sun Prayers, along with reliefs depicting church legends, were still well-preserved and untouched by the Blood Demon.

He led the group cautiously searching for the entrance to the tomb when suddenly a cry came from behind, and he felt a decline in the magical nodes linked to the Holy Light.

Turning back sharply, he saw several lanterns in the center of the queue had gone dark.

Leon was alarmed, shouting loudly to the warriors suddenly swallowed by the darkness.

“Everyone come closer to me!”

…

……

The view before Lokhak, leading the center of the formation, went black, and he could no longer see any light.

Startled, he gripped his halberd tightly.

The next second, realizing what happened, he hurriedly groped in the dark, grabbing the warlock apprentice beside him who had just been in charge of the lantern.

“What happened!

Quickly reignite the Holy Light!” Lokhak shouted angrily.

“Uh…uh yes!

Sorry, Master Ferucus…

I’m too tired,” the young warlock apprentice stammered in a daze and fear, quickly reactivating the lantern.

The hazy light spread once more, and Lokhak felt slightly relieved.

But immediately he noticed that aside from the nearest squad beside him, all the other squads around had disappeared without a trace.

Recalling Leon’s repeated warnings about the spiritual field’s properties before the battle, Lokhak felt troubled.

Could it be that they just happened to catch the wave of spacetime distortion changes?

“Control your power better this time; our lives are in your hands.

Quickly!

Help us find the right path!” Lokhak felt a slight panic, then forcibly calmed himself.

No worries, as long as the lantern connected to Lady Lora’s soul still works, even if lost, they would ultimately converge on that final path!

“This…

this way,” the warlock apprentice nodded, rediscovered the lost direction, and pointed out a path.

Lokhak led the warriors beside him only a few steps forward when suddenly a flicker of dim light appeared ahead, followed by Leon’s voice calling from a distance:

“…

everyone come closer to me!!”

Overjoyed, Lokhak responded loudly, “Leon!

We’re here!”

After shouting, he ordered the knights beside him to speed up and move ahead.

But halfway there, the light ahead suddenly flickered and went out.

“Damn this cursed place!”

Lokhak couldn’t help but curse, feeling as though trapped within a spacetime labyrinth, making him anxiously furious enough to want to kill.

He glanced at the warlock apprentice silently focusing on the lantern beside him, almost lashing out at the one causing the separation from the main force.

But the robust young man recalled Leon’s calm demeanor, took a deep breath, and steadied his emotions.

He knew there was no use rushing in such situations; he wasn’t a wizard and couldn’t add to the chaos, so he had to calmly continue following the guide.

Under the guide of the hazy light, Lokhak patiently made their way through this column-filled, dark hall.

Even knowing that every moment spent being separated might cause time outside to fly by, his burning anxiety was futile.

Enduring the lone passage and darkness one moment at a time, Lokhak’s mind inevitably wandered.

Are Leon and the others searching for him too?

Or have they already given up on him, focusing solely on heading toward their underground target?

Reason seemed to tell him the latter was the most sensible and correct choice for Leon at the moment.

But emotionally, Lokhak oddly hoped that his best friend hadn’t just given up on him.

In a daze, he frowned, staring at the dark path ahead, suddenly shaking his head vigorously.

….Lokhak, oh Lokhak, what’s wrong with you?

Do you think you’re still that child?

As long as Leon can reach the Holy Prophet’s tomb and end all this, it wouldn’t matter if he were eternally lost here.

If everyone else remained safe, it would be worth dying here.

Thinking of this, Lokhak felt slightly more relieved.

…

Glancing aside as the guiding warlock apprentice took another turn, he had no choice but to follow.