Chapter 208: I Have Comprehended the Holy Light, and I Have Also Seen the Power of Lightning

The Lamp God Starting from Marvel

The moment Frank died, the moment Humanity drained from his body, the Holy Light within Frank began to surge violently as if reacting to a stress response.

Where is this? The Class Transfer Space?

Frank looked at the statue of Lucian before him, his thoughts in turmoil for a moment; he had no idea why he had appeared in this place again.

"I knew you would definitely be able to return to this place." The statue of Lucian became animated, his eyes flashing with appreciation as he looked at Frank.

"I don't understand what you mean," Frank asked in return. "Anything you have to say can wait; I'm in a hurry to get things done."

"Don't be impatient; a little bit of waiting will be exchanged for a greater increase in efficiency," Lucian said, looking at Frank.

"Then please, make it short!" Frank was anxious; his friends and comrades-in-arms were still fighting on the battlefield. If he didn't hurry to resurrect and return, what would that look like? Moreover, Frank would never let go of any opportunity to weaken the power of Dormammu.

"You transferred into a Sentinel here; that was a decision I made after approving you, but actually, one link was still missing." Lucian stopped being a riddle-maker and pointed a finger at Frank's chest. "You must independently find your own Holy Light. This is difficult because the path you are taking is completely opposite to that of others."

"What do you mean?" Frank was a bit confused; he didn't feel that the Holy Light within him was any different from when he started.

"Actually, I think this place is very magical. In the blink of an eye, I appeared here, as if I had entered a dream," Lucian said with a smile. "So when you came to transfer, I didn't conduct an overly strict assessment, because under normal circumstances, the Holy Light doesn't just work because I say so."

"So, you agreed so quickly back then..." Frank recalled the time of his class transfer. Indeed, Lucian hadn't said more than a few words from beginning to end and had agreed to the transfer very quickly.

"That's right. At the time, besides thinking you were very much like me, I had another thought: to test something." Lucian looked around with a sigh. "This place is truly magical; it allows you to successfully transfer without needing the approval of the Holy Light, and without any practice, just with my consent, you can reach the level of an elite."

"..." Frank listened to this, gaining a further understanding of the Lamp God's power.

"Of course, there is a price. The price is that before you obtain your own Holy Light, you cannot receive any feedback from the Holy Light. Your power will be limited to the moment of your class transfer because you were actually just wearing a Template of mine," Lucian explained to Frank very seriously.

Frank looked at his hands. "No wonder; no matter how I tried to train or develop it, I only increased my proficiency slightly and couldn't form new skills or gain improvements."

"Of course, because you were using my Holy Light. Although the power within me didn't decrease, there is no doubt that the Holy Light within you was exactly the same as mine," Lucian said.

"Then you mean..." Frank felt a bit excited. Was his path to advancement finally opening up?

"That's right. Congratulations, you have developed your own Holy Light Seed. Very soon, the Holy Light within you will completely transform into a form that belongs uniquely to you. It will take about a few more minutes." Lucian reached out his hand toward Frank.

Frank shook it, feeling excited yet also a bit puzzled. "But I didn't do anything. Why is that?"

"I don't know. I can't see what you've been doing lately, and there is no unified rule for the formation of a Holy Light Seed. It is a type of idealistic energy; it's different for everyone. Of course, that's under normal circumstances, and you weren't very normal to begin with." Lucian patted the back of Frank's hand and said.

Frank was a bit stunned. If he really had to say what was different lately, it was entering the game, starting a decisive battle against a pile of siege monsters with a bunch of player teammates. At most, he had gotten a bit carried away at the end, didn't choose to interrupt the Holy Light Baptism, and was stabbed to death by a soldier of the Undead Legion. Could it be that this seed requires dying once to activate?

"Alright, it seems you've realized something. Now, time is almost up. I have only one request: don't let this profession, which has been upheld by countless people, be disgraced again," Lucian said to Frank at the end.

As he gradually faded out of the Class Transfer Space, Frank shouted, "Wait, is there any other way? Dying once is too outrageous! If it hasn't fully transformed, do I have to actually die once?!"

Frank said this because in the Dark Souls world, the one who died was only a replica that possessed a portion of his power.

Lucian could no longer hear Frank's voice, but Frank heard a long-lost system sound.

【You have obtained the skill taught additionally by your class instructor - Blazing Sincere Bullet. Your level has increased.】

Returning to Thor's room, Frank immediately opened his character Template. The level column clearly read 14. For over a year, this level hadn't moved at all; Frank had even thought this thing might have malfunctioned. Now, it had finally improved.

At the same time, he clearly felt the difference in the Holy Light within his body; it seemed to have more emotion than before.

The previous Holy Light had a cold, icy feeling, like a piece of iron. You could use it however you wanted; it wouldn't react to you at all. Neither praise nor dissatisfaction would appear. But now it was different; the Holy Light in Frank's body had "come alive."

Forget about all that for now! Get into the game first! Too much time has been wasted!

Frank began to reconnect.

In the Dark Souls world, Peter wiped the blood from his face and looked around. He still couldn't find Frank's figure, which felt a bit strange.

Does resurrection take this long? If he doesn't come up soon, they're going to reach the third line of defense.

That's right, even though the commander's on-the-spot reaction was quite swift and the elite players were desperate enough, the second line of defense was still breached.

This group of the Undead Legion quickly grasped experience in targeting players during their engagements. For example, these players only knew one Soul Arrow magic and didn't know any other long-range attack magic; at most, they could squeeze out an Enhanced Soul Arrow. Furthermore, the martial arts of the vast majority of melee fighters were terrible; they hadn't even overcome their body's instincts.

When they saw a sword slashing toward them, the body's survival instinct would make the player subconsciously retreat. Although the players themselves could immediately correct this subconscious action, for elite, militarized soldiers, this subconsciousness was enough for them to deliver a fatal blow.

Now, the Undead Legion soldiers usually started with a feinting thrust to trick the players into using their skills, and when the players' movements became slightly distorted, they would follow up with an attack, simply and plainly taking the players out.

Therefore, the current casualty ratio was still rising; it was even rising past one to fifteen, which was truly something.

The World Consciousness was extremely anxious. It and the three-headed dog hadn't made a move yet because the opponent's true boss hadn't moved either. Now, whoever popped up first meant a reduction in trump cards and the loss of the initiative advantage.

However, the situation didn't allow the World Consciousness to wait any longer, because some players had already given up on logging back in.

The ordinary people of that world were just too weak!

Not only were their bodies weak, but their willpower was also weak. Many players who hadn't logged back in hadn't even reached the critical line of Humanity loss; they had only died five or six times. At best, they were currently dizzy, nauseous, and feeling generally unwell. Was that enough to stop playing the game?

Seeing that the remaining thousand-plus soldiers of the Undead Legion were approaching the final line of defense, the World Consciousness gritted its teeth. No, it had to act.

Just as it was preparing to reveal a trump card, the server pressure of the player network began to soar.

What kind of monster had logged in? Wait, and there was more than one such monster?

Thor, who had died for the eleventh time, panted heavily and logged back in without resting for a single second. He was incredibly irritable right now; his teammates were too useless, leaving him no choice but to run around plugging holes. The price of this situation was a skyrocketing death count.

In a trance, Thor felt as if he had returned to that battle against the Frost Giants. But what was different was that the soldiers around him weren't as elite as the Asgardian Royal Guard, he didn't have Odin backing him up, and when he couldn't hold on any longer, he had no way to call Heimdall to open the Bifrost and pick him up.

Additionally, the loss of Humanity caused Thor's recognition ability to malfunction. He now only felt that this was the final moment of Asgard; behind him was not the Bonfire of the Dark Souls world, but the final palace of Asgard!

"I! Will absolutely not lose a second time!"

With a roar from Thor, the thunder light surging from his body shattered his damaged Armor, and a new set of Armor appeared on his body.

"I am Asgard, I am Thor!"

Thor's right hand was raised high toward the sky. A surging bolt of lightning pierced through the clouds and fell straight down, forming a Hammer made purely of lightning in his hand.

"Eat my hammer!"

Thor swung the Hammer of Thor with all his might. The shining thunder light crossed the battlefield, directly striking down multiple Undead Legion soldiers, and even smashed directly into the center of the Undead Legion.

Just at this moment, a pitch-black Sword flew out from the Undead Legion, the rapidly spinning blade entwined with black and scarlet blood energy.

Boom!

The Hammer of Thor and the Sword collided, electric light scattered, the Hammer of Thor gradually annihilated, and the Sword was also knocked away.

A figure darted out from the Undead Legion and caught the knocked-away Sword in mid-air. The cape behind him fluttered loudly, and his severed left arm hung at his side, yet it still did not affect his terrifying aura.

The moment this person appeared, the entire Undead Legion seemed to have been hit with a bloodlust spell, going crazy one by one. At the same time, the wolf-shaped patterns on their Armor also lit up.

Wolf Knight Artorias!

A Super Soldier who fought the Abyss alone, one of the Four Knights of Gwyn under the command of Lord of Sunlight Gwyn.

The Undead Legion was neither founded nor led by him, but Artorias is the spiritual leader of the Undead Legion; this legion was initially formed by a group of people who admired him.

Disgusting!

Even the World Consciousness couldn't help but curse; the person who obtained the Dark Ring this time is simply disgusting to the core, specifically choosing heroes who resist the Abyss to manipulate, making them turn their blades inward and slaughter each other.

This definitely has some NTR vibes!

Thor didn't care about any Artorias, and he didn't know him anyway; he grabbed at the air in front of him with his right hand, and the dissipating lightning returned to his hand, forming a new Thor's hammer.

"For the glory of Asgard, you are seeking your own death!" Thor's entire focus was on Artorias.

"Count me in." Frank finally came online, dazzling Holy Light wrapped around his entire body, and the Armor on his body took on a new appearance after being imbued with Holy Light.

In the outside world, let alone two-on-one, Artorias couldn't even guarantee a win against a revived Thor; without his own consciousness, without his wolf mount, and without his left arm, his win rate might be 30/70, or even 20/80.

However, this is the Dark Souls world; even though the World Consciousness has tried its best to reasonably distribute the load capacity of the player network, the power of Thor and Frank is still limited to about forty percent, which is already the upper limit.

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Artorias raised his Sword and swung it toward the front; a ten-meter-long Sword aura plowed through the ground and slashed toward the city wall.

Thor leaped forward, lightning entwined around him, truly looking a bit like Thor; he stretched his right arm at a wide angle, then slammed it down fiercely.

The dazzling lightning smashed the Sword aura directly, and the shattered Sword aura scattered all around.

【Holy Light Baptism】

Frank, moving rapidly on the ground, raised his Holy Silver Dual Pistols; this time, no channeling was needed, no need to specifically call upon skills, this time the Holy Light was as responsive as his own arm.

Like a rising meteor, the Holy Light Bullet accurately intercepted every piece of the scattered Sword aura, and upon collision, they annihilated each other.

"My God, two immortals..." The commander was a bit dumbfounded; the sudden outburst of Frank and Thor really shocked him.

After a pause, the commander looked at Peter next to him, "Hey, Spider-Man, don't hold back anymore, right?"

Listening to the commander's probing words, Peter rolled his eyes; hold back, I want to too, but I simply don't have that kind of strength.

What kind of people are these two, and what kind of person am I? The cheats they are using are much more expensive than mine; how can I burst out, and with what can I burst out?

Venom sensed that Peter's mood was a bit unhappy, "If you can feed me enough, you can also burst out once this time."

"Are you serious?" Peter asked back in his heart, are you sure you want to compare combat power with the Thor of Asgard?

"Nonsense, do you really think I drifted across the universe? If I didn't have any skills, I would have been captured back by other Symbiotes long ago." Venom was also very aggrieved in his heart; ever since he came to Earth, he had never been full. It was better with his previous host; even if he wasn't full, he could still get something to satisfy his cravings.

It's worse with Peter, the standard of three days of hunger for nine meals; the standards of that damn contract are too strict, really nothing more than the most basic needs for survival and growth, and Peter doesn't let him eat this or that, only giving him chocolate to eat. If this got out, Venom's face would be lost among the villainous Symbiotes!