Chapter 665: Holy Spear Ranger

Belaak's first impression on people is that he is black.

If it weren't for his ears not being pointed—his ear shape is exactly like a human's—and his stature being much taller than a Dark Elf, about 1.85 meters, just looking at his dark skin would almost make one think he is another Dark Elf.

Reslin even doubts that Belaak could become friends with Yizite; his black skin plays a big part.

Among humans there actually exists a darker‑skinned branch, which was once numerous.

They call themselves Bantu.

In the past, the black Bantu mainly lived on the Afidelan Continent, the same land where the Lamon Empire lies, located in the southwest of the Old Continent, connected by a peninsula. However, during the Dark Millennium, over seventy percent of the Afidelan Continent was transformed by evil energy into Abyss wasteland, leaving only the northern Lamon Empire, now called the Dark Continent.

The once‑numerous Bantu were almost entirely wiped out; the few survivors fled into the Lamon Empire and intermarried with the lighter‑skinned Lamon folk, lightening their complexion.

All subjects of the Lamon Empire are followers of the Sun God Ge Weng, and the Sun Church is their state religion.

It is an ancient realm ruled by Sun Knights.

The Soul Eye saw that Belaak wields Holy Light, possessing some Sun Knight abilities, and combined with his complexion, unsurprisingly he is a mixed‑blood Bantu from the Lamon Empire.

Sure enough, Belaak confirmed it the moment he opened his mouth.

He greeted in a strangely accented Imperial tongue: "Belaak has seen you both; I have long heard of your great names."

Then, with courteous bow, as he bent down he revealed a long braid of several black hairs hanging down his back.

Reslin and Asina both nodded in response.

When Yizite finished introducing both sides, the five‑person party all sat down.

Asina was still sizing up Belaak; it was her first time seeing a human with black skin, and she could not discern his extraordinary profession, so she asked curiously, "Mr. Belaak, where are you from, and what is your profession?"

Belaak's personality is rather lively; at a glance one can tell he is a cheerful person.

Especially when faced with a stunning beauty's question, he did not hesitate, replying briskly: "I was born in the Lamon Empire; my father is Bantu, my mother a Lamon, so I'm darker. Standing next to Yizite I look like a brother, hahaha…"

As he spoke, he even slung an arm around the Dark Elf's shoulder, leaving the touch‑averse Yizite with a helpless expression, retorting, "I don't have a brother as tall as you."

Dark Elves are the shortest branch of the Elf race; males average under 1.7 m, females even shorter, most under 1.6 m, roughly the same as human women.

"Then you have it now," Belaak replied humorously.

Asina burst into laughter at his joke.

Reslin's mouth twitched, and Daoensosi's face also showed a smile; everyone unconsciously was warmed by this witty Bantu, and the bond quickly deepened.

"As for my profession…" Belaak looked at Reslin, smiling, "I heard Yizite say that Mr. Reslin's power is unfathomable and his sight astonishing; you could tell at first meeting that he is a Demonic Hunter. So I'm curious—can you also guess my extraordinary profession?"

He stood up to display his weaponry and equipment, turning around once.

Reslin raised an eyebrow.

Asina and Daoensosi were both seeing Belaak for the first time; they observed him, their faces full of contemplation.

Just from Belaak's tall, slender build and long, agile limbs, one can tell he is an agility‑type extraordinary.

Typical agility‑type extraordinaires—such as Shadow Warriors, Rangers, and Cat‑style Demon Hunters—wear light leather armor to reduce load.

Belaak is much the same: his lining is a deep‑blue, thin leather, but over it is a metal armor forged from a magical alloy, dark‑gold with a matte finish, etched with runes, covering chest, back, shoulders, arms, thighs and calves, tightly bound to the leather, boosting defense without hindering agility—clearly custom‑made.

On the outermost layer he wears a gray‑white tailcoat, its two split tails reaching the ground; the high collar protects neck and shoulders.

Imagine when Belaak sprints at high speed, the coat's tails and the braid at his back flutter in the wind—surely a spectacular sight.

At his waist, hidden by the coat, hangs on each side a uniquely shaped Soul Spear.

The two spears differ in shape, one long, one short.

The long one appears carved from white jade, a rectangular pillar, ancient and weathered like a relic, oddly lacking a muzzle; the short one is cast from a gold‑silver magical metal, intricately ornate, clearly freshly completed.

This is the most striking clue, leading Asina to instantly assume Belaak is a gunner, but the answer cannot be that obvious.

She had also handled Soul Spears in Glamorogen; Lei En even gave her a Bolt Gun as a gift, hidden inside a Nebula Ring.

Belaak's two weapons feel far from ordinary, seemingly unlike the Empire's Soul Spears.

Moreover, being from the Lamon Empire, it is hard to obtain the Empire's Soul Spears.

The seemingly mismatched armor, the two odd Soul Spears, and the faint sense of blazing Holy Light left Asina perplexed.

She had never seen such a peculiar extraordinary profession.

Daoensosi also shook his head, admitting, "I can't tell, but it must involve a gunner; don't tell me those two spears are just decorations."

"Of course not, they're my treasures."

Belaak laughed heartily, patting his twin spears proudly.

"You originally were a Sun Knight; when you advanced from Mid-stage to High-stage you merged the gunner's Main Soul, breaking through to Legendary via the gunner profession, then at the early Legendary stage you built upon the Ranger's advanced magic soul, combining the gunner's strengths, and rose all the way to Legendary High-rank," Reslin said calmly.

His words made Belaak's smile freeze, his eyes filled with astonishment.

Reslin continued, "Hmm… I've heard of your extraordinary profession before; it's been less than a hundred years in the Lamon Empire and hasn't been recognized by the Sun Church. The profession system is still immature, with very few practitioners; it should be called a Holy Spear Ranger."

"If I'm not mistaken, you're currently level seventeen and will soon break to level eighteen. You must be the highest‑level Holy Spear Ranger in the world, right?"

Belaak was stunned for a few seconds, then sincerely exclaimed, "I'm impressed!"

"Truly a wizard of deep knowledge, Lord Reslin, you are exceedingly learned." He produced a soul stone and tossed it to Yizite, "May the wager be honored; this Sat Demon's magic soul is yours."

"You actually made a bet?" Asina asked in surprise.

"Hehe… it was just a tiny wager." Belaak shrugged nonchalantly, "I thought I could win, but Reslin gave me a hard blow."

Yizite tucked away the soul stone, somewhat smug, "I told you so."

"You really are a Holy Spear Ranger?" Daoensosi was even more concerned about this; he had never heard of such an extraordinary profession before.

"Yes." Belaak nodded.

He sighed, "Reslin is not wrong; the Holy Spear Ranger profession system is still immature. Even in the Lamon Empire there are fewer than two hundred Holy Spear Rangers in total. We are all exploring its prospects; now only three have advanced to Legendary, I am the luckiest, the furthest, and the only one at Legendary High-rank."

"I see." Daoensosi's expression cleared.

A brand‑new extraordinary profession, the difficulty of advancement is obvious; each fusion of magic souls is fraught with uncertainty, and bad luck can ruin one's future.

Belaak's smooth rise to level seventeen and his formidable strength are unlikely to be explained by luck alone.

In fact, on the New Continent, many extraordinaires are trying to forge new professions.

The overwhelming majority of people failed.

Occasionally, a handful of extreme minorities succeed, barely fusing a Demon Soul and advancing, but the resulting combat power is terrible, the abilities are mismatched, let alone compared with the Church's clergy, their strength is not even on par with the most ordinary basic professions; it's all wasted effort.

The Holy Spear Ranger developed from the Sun Knight, starting at a high level, with formidable strength; Beilake is the best pioneer, and once successful, it will be widely promoted.

However, the Holy Spear Ranger must face a dilemma: the Sun God's approval.

Sun God Ge Weng is an overbearing deity, monopolizing the Holy Light Path, treating it as his authority, and never allowing any mortal or god to meddle.

Beilake, being from the Sun Knight order, is naturally a follower of Ge Weng.

But he did not stay in the Lamon Empire; instead he traveled thousands of miles to the New Continent, showing that the Holy Spear Ranger's situation in the Lamon Empire is poor, likely suppressed and marginalized by the Church.

One can infer something from Beilake's sigh.

He did not fall into despondency, immediately rallied his spirit, and declared firmly: "My greatest ambition in this life is to break through the Saint Rank, to have the Holy Spear Ranger gain my lord's approval, to be allowed to teach in the Lamon Empire, recruit apprentices, and let more people become Holy Spear Rangers!"

"One day, the Holy Spear Ranger will become the backbone force resisting the Abyss!" Beilake's ringing, oath‑like voice echoed in the room.

"Wish you success!"

Yizite sincerely wishes his good friend, then longs, "Saint Rank… "

Except for Reslin, the other three wore solemn expressions.

Throughout history, countless geniuses have been stuck at the Legendary Peak; breaking the Saint Rank is the toughest hurdle on the path to transcendence, without exception.

The Empire has a saying: beneath the Holy Soul, all are mortals.

This saying actually applies to all nations, all races, even all planes, from the Heavens to the Abyss, the realm countless strong ones dream of.

Everyone present were Legendary High‑rank, even Legendary Peak; they are among the few closest to the Saint Rank, yet none dare guarantee they can break through. This hunt plan's mastermind Yizite has worked toward this for nearly twenty years; even after successfully obtaining the Baro Flame Demon's flesh‑and‑blood essence, his chance of breaking the Saint Rank is under thirty percent.

The group fell silent for a moment.

Reslin, however, seemed to be wandering the heavens; the Holy Spear Ranger Beilake gave him some inspiration.

Gra Morgan's Gunwing Knights also wield Holy Light power, their main weapon being a self‑crafted charge gun, very similar in style to the Holy Spear Ranger.

The Soul Eye observed Beilake's Element; the damage his Soul Spear delivers is extremely strong, comparable to a caster's, firing various projectiles with different functional effects, possessing some healing ability, long attack range, and the speed of a ranger; Holy Light can also suppress Demons, making his overall strength comparable to the clergy founded by the deity.

In the future, the advancement path for Gunwing Knights can use Beilake as a template.

Beilake said that one day, the Holy Spear Ranger will become the backbone force resisting the Abyss, and perhaps this dream can be realized by the Gunwing Knight Corps.

Lei En, far away in Mo Du, paused his work, stroked his chin, and a thoughtful glint flickered in his eyes.

"Hmm…"

"After this hunt plan ends, I can have more contact with Beilake and ask him for some experience," Reslin thought, "Hope he can survive the Baro Flame Demon's hands."

Clap! Clap!

Yizite clapped his hands, breaking the room's silence, stood up, surveyed everyone, and said solemnly: "Everyone, we are all present; it's time to discuss my plan."

The others all nodded silently.

The dark elf took out a map and spread it on the table; the map was aged, some of the script seemed to have been written many years ago, having undergone countless revisions and examinations.

"This is our target, Danmofu."

Yizite pointed to the center of the map, drawing an Abyssal Gate; his finger traced a circle around the Abyssal Gate, encompassing most of the map, and said: "This area is about fifty thousand square miles, centered on the ruins of a Dwarf city from the Third Epoch, and all belongs to Dimat's territory."

Dao En Suosi exclaimed in surprise: "Dimat is the name of that Baro Flame Demon?"

"Exactly," Yizite replied. "Thirteen years ago, while hunting Demons on the Danmofu Plateau, I saw it from afar."

"Later, after several infiltrations into Danmofu, approaching the Abyssal Gate it guarded, I heard the Demon call its name."

"In my assessment, Dimat has risen to Demon Lord status for less than three hundred years; its rank in the Abyssal hierarchy is low, so it was dispatched to the New Continent to guard the Abyssal Gate. Its strength is roughly equivalent to a twenty‑second level Saint Rank transcendent, with an error margin of no more than one level."

Beilake shook his head, "Twenty‑second level, hard to deal with! And it's the most powerful Baro Flame Demon."

As everyone knows, the Baro Flame Demon has already reached the pinnacle of Demon evolution.

It has almost no flaws; its massive body is immensely powerful, its strength and defense are invulnerable, and it commands both fire and mind spell systems. Most importantly, the Baro Flame Demon is the commander of the Demon Legion, never fighting alone; each battle it summons the Demon Legion to join.

Not to mention, this Baro Flame Demon also serves as the guardian of a large Abyssal Gate.

Countless Demon armies surround the Abyssal Gate; as long as the gate stands, reinforcements flow endlessly. Its territory also contains hundreds, even thousands of Demon Nests, forming innumerable Demon armies; the number of legendary magical beasts alone is incalculable.

Nevertheless, Yizite was confident.

"My plan is simple: force Dimat to leave the Abyssal Gate, depriving it of Abyssal support, and seize the opportunity to encircle and kill it." The dark elf's gaze fell on Reslin, "The key to executing this plan is Mr. Reslin."

(End of Chapter)