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The space suddenly felt like it had turned into a gel. Benedictus laboriously raised his staff, wanting to cast a shield spell on himself. However, the action that he could normally complete with a simple raise of his hand now felt like his hands and feet were tied. Moving his arm even a tiny bit felt like it would exhaust all of his strength.

What he found most terrible was that in this slowed-down time stream, Aiden himself seemed unaffected, striding towards him. The only indication that Aiden was also bound by the rules of time was the flickering blue flames of the Holy Sword in his hand, which had just severed Cho'gall's two heads, appearing unsteady due to the slowed time.

But this constraint seemed very lenient to Aiden himself.

If the slowed time stream felt like falling into concrete for Benedictus, it was only like walking against a level three or four wind for Aiden.

This was a little "privilege" of the controller of time.

Benedictus had just witnessed Cho'gall's death, and the shock in his heart was unimaginable. Before he could even mourn the death of the "Twilight Lord" and the future Old God, he realized that he didn't need to—because, barring any surprises, he would soon be buried with Cho'gall!

What surprises could there be at this time?

Yogg-Saron's mental attacks had already been proven ineffective against Aiden—or rather, they had a slight reverse effect—because Aiden had gained complete knowledge of Yogg-Saron and N'Zoth's plans, as well as many secrets of the Old Gods that he hadn't understood before.

Did the mutated Loken want to stop Aiden with his clumsy body? Impossible. Even if Yogg-Saron transmitted his power to him to the maximum extent, without bursting his body, achieving immediate results was still impossible!

At this close range, Loken had no chance to rescue Benedictus.

In Yogg-Saron's mind, Benedictus was just an insignificant servant, and sacrifice was acceptable. It wouldn't bother expending effort to rescue a mere servant.

It was so eager to rescue Cho'gall just now because Cho'gall would be qualified to stand alongside it in the future, while Benedictus would not have that opportunity!

Therefore, Yogg-Saron decisively poured the maximum power it could withstand into Loken and ordered him to attack Aiden immediately!

The mutated Loken's body grew several times larger, and his physical characteristics no longer resembled the metal guardian of the Titans. He had now become a deformed Faceless One, the most powerful Faceless One!

Loken cast dark magic, and suddenly the entire stomach of Yogg-Saron began to mutate. Countless thick arms grew from the folds of the stomach wall, and the translucent gastric juices turned black-purple. More disgusting black liquid poured down from the esophagus, and some tentacles twisted and entangled towards Aiden.

This originally vast stomach was becoming increasingly narrow in violent Creep. Yogg-Saron seemed to want to kill Aiden completely in this way.

However, before Yogg-Saron could achieve its goal, Aiden's attack had already descended upon Benedictus like a storm.

Benedictus couldn't dodge this sword at all. He tried his best to turn his body, but the Silver Judgment still pierced deeply into his abdomen. The blazing holy fire transmitted the pain of searing the soul through the huge wound, and the Twilight Father wailed under the sword.

"Holy Light, please have mercy on your servant!" Benedictus trembled as he raised his staff and prayed.

At this time, powerful shadow magic could not save his life; only the pure and warm Holy Light could heal his wounds and provide him with powerful protection.

The Holy Light does not distinguish between good and evil.

Benedictus had known this since he fell and became the Twilight Father.

It was precisely because of this that his firm belief collapsed so quickly. As Archbishop Alonsus Faol's most outstanding disciple, Benedictus originally had a very firm faith and was extremely devout to the doctrines of the Holy Light. However, when Cho'gall showed him that even the undead could cast Holy Light spells, his faith collapsed.

Why could the purest, most beautiful, and most sacred power in the world be controlled by evil and twisted undead creatures?

Were the doctrines of the Holy Light all lies?

Benedictus began to doubt the doctrines of the Holy Light. At that time, he had not completely fallen, but instead abandoned the doctrines and specialized in studying the power of the Holy Light, simply treating it as the same as the arcane and elemental powers mastered by mages.

The result was predictable: even without devout faith, he still mastered powerful Holy Light spells, and his progress even became very rapid!

After that, he completely abandoned his belief in the doctrines of the Holy Light and became a high-level member of the Twilight's Hammer.

The doctrines of the Twilight's Hammer were almost entirely revised by Benedictus. The doctrines of the Holy Light deceived millions of believers in the human kingdoms. He borrowed elements from them and revised the "Twilight Bible," which was even more able to bewitch people's hearts.

It was precisely because of this "masterpiece" that the Twilight's Hammer was able to develop from a defeated and fleeing remnant of orc clans into an evil cult spread throughout the continent of Azeroth, gathering members of all intelligent races to fight for a common goal in just over a decade.

Benedictus made great contributions to the development of the Twilight's Hammer!

But at this time, when he faced desperation, he still wanted to rely on the mercy of the Holy Light to save his life.

Aiden heard his voice and even "saw" the power of the Holy Light descending upon his head according to some kind of rule because of Benedictus's prayer.

To some extent, Benedictus's understanding was not wrong.

The Holy Light does not distinguish between good and evil.

But Benedictus forgot the most important point: people believe in the Holy Light not because it can bring them powerful power, but because these doctrines of truth, goodness, and beauty can give people spiritual sustenance.

The doctrines of the Holy Light teach people to be kind, optimistic, positive, devout, and humble. This is an edification of human nature, a persuasion of those who are lost. Its doctrines do not exist because of the power of the Holy Light.

Benedictus put the cart before the horse, forcibly separating the power of the Holy Light from the belief in the Holy Light. Overly pursuing power was the root of his fall.

That ray of Holy Light power was about to form a powerful defensive spell, and Benedictus knew that this would buy him a lot of time.

But just then, Aiden suddenly raised his sword and pointed it at the top of Benedictus's head.

"In the name of the Holy Light, I strip you of your right to use the Holy Light. You are no longer worthy of the Holy Light's protection, Benedictus. You will forever fall into darkness, until your life is extinguished and your soul dissipates!"

The Silver Judgment burst out with a pure Holy Light power. The Holy Light power that was originally about to protect Benedictus was attracted over, instead making the Holy Flame on the sword burn even more fiercely.

At the moment Aiden's words were spoken, Benedictus felt as if he had lost something forever. Everything he saw in front of him became dim, and he was even more horrified to find that he had completely forgotten how to call upon the Holy Light and how to use Holy Light spells.

That warm soul power had completely left him!

Benedictus had never felt that the power of the Holy Light was so important to him until this moment of complete loss, when he was filled with remorse.

Without the Holy Light, how could he protect himself?

Without the Holy Light, he only had a dead end!

Even if he fell before, even if he became the Twilight Father, Benedictus had not regretted it in the slightest.

He thought he had discovered the essence of the Holy Light, and that his past devout beliefs were not worth mentioning. Even if he became a spokesman for darkness, he could still easily wield such pure and sacred power.

But when Aiden stripped him of his right to use the Holy Light, he realized that he did not truly understand the essence of the Holy Light.

"You, how could you possibly strip me of my power!" Benedictus looked at Aiden in horror. He was almost mentally deranged, and even thought that all of this was an illusion.

Why could the power that he possessed be easily stripped away by the enemy!

This was simply like a nightmare!

At this time, the countless spreading tentacles in Yogg-Saron's stomach had almost touched Aiden's body, and a pale lightning bolt cast by the mutated Loken flew over.

Aiden's body was suddenly wrapped in a golden shield. The overflowing black blood of Yogg-Saron could not erode it, the twisted tentacles could not pierce it, and the lightning with the power of annihilation only flickered with a flash of electric light before completely dissipating.

Aiden raised the Silver Judgment burning with Holy Flame and said to the almost frantic Benedictus, "Because I understand the essence of the Holy Light better than you."

It would be more troublesome to explain the Holy Light through the rules of the World of Warcraft itself, but if explained from the perspective of the designer, it becomes exceptionally simple.

Aiden possessed the Holy Light code. To him, different Holy Light spells were just different arrangements of the Holy Light code. Now, he could remove anyone's Holy Light power without any problem. Even those as devout as Uther were the same.

From this point of view, no one in this world understood the Holy Light itself better than him, even the Naaru, who were the embodiment of the Holy Light.

Of course, the Naaru could wield more powerful Holy Light power than Aiden now, and Aiden wouldn't be idle enough to strip the Naaru of their Holy Light power for experiments.

After he confirmed that he had mastered this method, Benedictus was still the first experimental subject.

Obviously, he succeeded.

Benedictus was distraught. Without the Holy Light, how could he escape?

Aiden prepared to fight quickly. He had to immediately notify the heroes outside. The longer the time dragged on, the more likely Yogg-Saron would succeed.

If everyone was really controlled, that would definitely be an unimaginable disaster.

Aiden unfolded his Holy Light wings in the golden shield. Powerful Holy Light power completely enveloped his body. He looked like a sun, emitting dazzling light and terrifying temperature.

Wherever the light reached, black blood dried up, tentacles withered, and his sword slashed towards Benedictus with irresistible power!