Chapter 20 Holy Light Purification

Simon couldn't believe that there was a fish monster under his feet.

If he hadn't noticed it himself, he might have been injured.

He didn't dare to take it lightly. Sherman's order came like a string of bullets.

They couldn't see it underground, but based on their experience, they could tell that the fish monsters were either dead or injured.

At least they lost battle ability.

The water was still calm.

The carriage stopped and the melodious chanting continued.

Sherman listened carefully.

In such a state, Sinard was sacred and inviolable, just like the real saintess.

It was hard not to be tempted by Sinard though lose your hopeless romantic.

There were more than 30 fish monsters in total. The soldiers raised their swords and slashed them directly.

It showed on the blueprint that more red dots were gathering at an extremely fast speed to their location.

They couldn't keep fighting.

Sherman made a judgment on the current situation. "Don't fight anymore. Move forward at full speed!"

The soldiers, who had been used to his orders, moved faster than their thought, and the troop immediately ran forward.

Sinard stopped chanting and immersed herself in meditation.

Sherman didn't disturb her and closed the car door to keep out the wind.

The convoy moved steadily.

It didn't take long for Sinard to come back to her senses.

"Will we be attacked again?"

It took half a day to detour out of the thorny swamp. As soon as they left the town, they were attacked because of the hunting token.

It was hard not to worry.

Sherman looked at the blueprint and was not sure.

"I don't know."

In the end, he could only give her such an answer.

"I'm so sleepy, Sherman. Can I borrow your shoulder to depend?"

Sinard put on a pitiful look and begged Sherman in a soft voice. She also took advantage of her appearance to be charming.

Sherman refused coldly, "No."

The carriage was so spacious that Sinard didn't have to lean on his shoulder at all.

Sherman refused her but gave the blanket to Sinard.

Sinard was overjoyed by his caring action. She was very happy, held him tightly and didn't want to let it go.

Finally, she couldn't resist the sleepiness and fell asleep.

Outside the car.

Simon was listening attentively and didn't dare to relax.

The government sent them out to protect saintess.

Saintess was really ridiculous.

They not only accompanied Sherman to this remote place but also got the water clan's hunting warrant.

How nice it would be if she could stay at Nita City at ease?

If she really liked handsome men, she could get as many as she wanted in Nita City.

There were countless of them in knights, let alone others.

Simon couldn't help but feel a little irritable. He wanted to roar and beat someone.

An inexplicable impulse startled Simon. Magic power was running, and the blue light covered his armor.

Seeing this, the knight of the sect next to him immediately got ready and surrounded Simon, ready to subdue him at any time.

They had been trained together for a long time and knew what kind of ability each other had. This kind of blue light had never happened before.

Simon also knew that something was wrong. He made sure that his hands were unarmed and that he was always in a place where he could be quickly subdued by his companions.

At this time, a knight on the periphery suddenly brandished his long spear and knocked down the knight beside him.

In an instant, everything was in a mess.

Fortunately, they were well-trained. With two spears in each of them, they successfully suppressed the mad knight.

"What happened?"

Hearing the noise, Sherman lifted the curtain.

"We seem to be affected by the magic arts."

Simon took a deep breath to calm himself down to answer his question.

The nearest red dot on the blueprint was also one mile away.

The crazy knight roared, trying to break through the suppression, but he was forcefully pressed down by the four knights, unable to move.

Simon didn't get close to the carriage. "Maybe it's the soul magic of the water clan. It can directly affect one's mood and make people crazy."

However, none of them was good at magic. Among them, only Sinard was proficient in magic.

"How do you feel now?"

"It doesn't feel good."

Simon tried hard to suppress his emotions and rubbed the armor on his arm frequently.

The crazy knight woke Sinard up.

In the carriage, Sinard felt uncomfortable. She buried half of her face in the blanket and mumbled, "Who is it? Why is it so noisy?"

Sherman didn't have time to appreciate Sinard's sleeping face. "The knight is crazy."

Sinard, who was half asleep and half awake, didn't respond to his words.

But dozens of seconds later, she suddenly sat up and took a deep breath. Regardless of the pain, she asked, "Crazy?"

She looked out and found the unlucky guy who was suppressed by the four knights and hit.

"Why would he go mad?"

She couldn't figure it out.

"Isn't dispel going to work, Mr. Simon?"

Sinard got off the carriage and asked about Simon first.

"Yes, Your Highness Saintess. I tried to dispel it, but it didn't work."

It was even worse.

Then he could only use the high-level dispelling skill.

Sinard made a simple judgment and calmed down.

The advanced dispelling skill had a high probability of failure for Sinard.

Barely.

However, Simon's medium-level dispelling skill didn't work, so Sinard had to give it a try.

If she failed, Sinard didn't know how to deal with the current situation.

"Watch out!"

Sinard's face darkened, but she still insisted on activating the high-level dispelling skill.

The small white light ball, which was about to condense, exploded and disappeared.

She failed.

Sinard was a little annoyed. When she was about to try again, Simon stopped her.

"Your Highness Saintess, you don't have to force yourself. Whether you can use holy light purification?"

Simon racked his brains and finally came up with an unusual spell.

Although it was complicated, holy light purification can drive away all the negative effects, it was much easier and better than the high-level dispelling skill.

Sinard nodded, "Of course."

This was required magic.

Compared to the dispelling skill, the purification of holy light was too long.

For those mages who concentrated on practice, the long casting time of holy light purification was really not as good as the instant cast of dispelling skill.

If one of the dispelling skills couldn't meet her expectations, she could use another one.

The mad knight seemed to have run out of his strength and quieted down.

Sinard walked to the edge of the effective range of holy light purification and began to sing.

When the magic power was abundant, holy light purification had the best effect, and it was suitable for the mad knight.

"Is it a little foggy?"

While Sinard was singing, Sherman frowned and looked around.

He felt as if his surroundings were covered with a thin layer of gauze.

Was it foggy?

Hearing Sherman's words, the knight felt a little strange.

Sherman just hoped that he overthought.

The singing of holy light finally came to an end.