ushernet Chapter 309: 313: The Destination of the Soul
Chapter 309: 313: The Destination of the Soul
Chapter 309: Chapter 313: The Destination of the Soul
“The most dangerous aspect of a banshee is her wail, this terrifying attack can only be resisted through sheer resilience; those who can’t withstand it will instantly find themselves on the brink of death,” Kalalin continued to expound. “Lancelot and Bruto should not have much difficulty resisting this attack, but I fear others may not fare as well. As a spectral entity, a banshee can move through any tangible material, so we must be wary of her stealth attacks.”
“I will constantly sense nearby evil creatures, ensuring she won’t find an opportunity to strike,” declared the Succubus Paladin with a solemn expression.
“Good,” Kalalin nodded, “Apart from that deadly wail, a banshee’s touch is also extremely dangerous and can directly drain the life energy from living beings. Eloyisa, Clone Well, one of you is undead, the other... not living, so you should be immune to such attacks.”
“Why do I feel like you’re insulting me?” The skull glared at Kalalin, baring its teeth, “She can’t hit me, and I can’t hit her, is that what you mean?”
“In a bit, Kalalin will cast a Levitation Spell on you, and you can be our eyes in the sky,” Lancelot nodded, “We rushed out this time and weren’t fully prepared. Later, we’ll get some Holy Oil to anoint on your head...”
“Ha ha! Boss, that’s a great idea!” Clone Well exclaimed joyfully. “A headbutt with holy properties, simply the nemesis of the undead!”
Lancelot paused, originally intending to say that Kalalin should also cast a Light Spell on him for an area attack. After a moment’s thought, he decided to keep that latter half of his sentence to himself.
“And then there’s the horrifying visage of the banshee, which might freeze some in sheer terror, leaving them at her mercy. But we’re seasoned enough; a face that’s a bit more terrifying shouldn’t scare us off,” shrugged Kalalin. “Overall, Alamir’s Holy Fire Technique and Elothysia’s Evilbane Slash should be the most effective in attacking her. Of course, there’s also your ability, Lancelot, to make your Sword Blade glow. Since it worked against spectral demons before, it should be just as effective this time.”
“I have a question...” Eloyisa timidly raised her hand, “If... I mean if... that shadow was cursed by evildoers to become like that, if we kill the banshee, won’t her soul be utterly dispersed? How can we purify her then?”@@@@
“In the Father God’s creation, the Dwarf home, lies the richest veins in the universe, filled with countless rare metals and gemstones, and endless ale to drink!” Bruto exclaimed excitedly, “Praise the great Father God!”
“...Some, not so much,” the Elf Priest shrugged helplessly, “If you worship a deity of the war domain, then after death, endless battles await you, representing your god on the glorious battlefield, fighting, dying, and being reborn over and over again. But if you worship the Lady of Fire, you will go to a land with a pleasant climate and picturesque scenery, becoming the best version of yourself, surrounded by countless equally handsome, charming, beautiful, and enchanting petitioners, and you will be forever immersed in the wonderful taste of love...”
“Uh, I think I get your point, but what happens to those who die without any beliefs?”
Lancelot asked the question he was most curious about. From the day he became a spiritual cultivator, he was destined not to worship any deities because spiritual cultivation itself is a path of defying the heavens and changing fate. For powerful beings, one can admire, resent, or be jealous, but must never worship, otherwise, one would have a flaw in their mental state and fail to achieve greatness.
“Legend has it that at the very depths of the Netherworld, at the end of the Stygian River, there is a ‘Wall of the Faithless.'” The name made the Elf Priest shudder, “The shells of the faithless souls are forever immersed in the Stygian River, with no divine envoy capable of ‘fishing’ them out. The faithless are eventually stopped by that wall, smeared on it like a clump of mud thrown against the wall, gradually covered by newcomers, becoming part of the wall, forever imprisoned there.”
“It’s not necessarily forever,” Kalalin added, “It’s said that the demons often sneak into the Netherworld, chipping away bricks and mortar from the wall before the Grim Reaper’s servants can stop them. After all, the endless blood war is like a monster that devours everything, and the demons always need more fodder.”
“True story,” the Succubus Paladin assured everyone.
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