99: Chapter 99 Holy Light Armor

Wang Sheng stood at the entrance of the Weapon Refinement Workshop.

He was waiting for her.

The silver-armored knight stood in the sunlight like a silver statue gilded with gold, upright, sharp, and heroic.

However, in her brown eyes, there was no longer that pure, spirited look she usually had; instead, there was a layer of... softness, as if wrapped in amber.

"The new armor fits very well." Wang Sheng looked at her, his voice like a warm pebble gently dropping into the quietest lake in the depths of her heart.

Murong Xue looked down at herself. The silver armor was like a silver river in the sunlight, flowing from her shoulder line to her waistline, and from her waistline to her leg line.

"Rune Forgemaster Xu Mohan's craftsmanship is indeed excellent."

She raised her head.

A complex emotion flashed in her brown eyes, just like golden specks of light melting into the silver Power of Holy Light, clear yet carrying warmth.

"Wang Sheng."

Her voice was no longer the usual spirited tone, but rather like the silver Power of Holy Light, clear and transparent.

"The Beast Tide will arrive in two days." Her fingers unconsciously caressed the shaft of her Holy Light spear, as if a knight were wiping her most cherished weapon before battle. "I... have some words... I want to say first."

She took a deep breath.

Murong Xue was never one to hesitate or stammer.

On the battlefield, she was the cavalry commander charging at the front; on the training ground, she was the sweating Holy Light Knight; at the Ten Thousand Races Assembly, she was the spirited woman who dared to draw her spear against Chief Shi Ba. But at this moment, facing Wang Sheng...

Her heartbeat was faster than when facing the Beast Tide.

"You said at the Ten Thousand Races Assembly that you would protect me..." Her brown eyes stared straight at Wang Sheng.

On her resolute face appeared a hint of... softness, like light filtering through a crack in silver armor.

"I... believed you."

Three words, like three silver nails, nailed into the afternoon sunlight.

Her voice was not loud, but every word carried the certainty unique to a Holy Light Knight. Like her silver armor, like her spear, hard, sharp, and indomitable.

"From today on, my spear will not only protect Guangming Village..."

She gripped her Holy Light spear tightly. The Holy Light Resonance rune on her silver armor glowed faintly as Wang Sheng approached. Golden specks of light merged into the silver radiance, like stars merging into the Milky Way.

"My spear will also protect you."

This was not a confession.

But it was heavier than a confession.

This was the oath of a Holy Light Knight, like her silver armor, just like her spear, hard, sharp, and indomitable.

It was like the moment she drew her spear on the training ground, never hesitating, never retreating.

It was like the moment she stood in front of him at the Ten Thousand Races Assembly, her spear always pointing forward, her body always shielding others.

But this time, she didn't just want to stand in front of him.

She wanted to stand side-by-side with him.

The Holy Light Resonance rune on the silver armor grew brighter and brighter, golden specks of light dancing like fireflies in the silver radiance, as if her heartbeat was accelerating... along with the Power of Holy Light.

Wang Sheng looked at her. In the sunlight, on the resolute face of the silver-armored knight, that soft crack was like a beam of light, shining into his iron-walled defenses.

He reached out his hand.

Murong Xue did not hesitate.

She placed her hand in his palm.

It was like the resonance on the training ground, like the handshake by the Lingxi River, but this time, unlike any other time, the silver Power of Holy Light and the golden Power of Holy Light... merged between their palms.

A white-gold radiance, like a miniature flower of Holy Light, bloomed in their palms.

The flower was only the size of a fist, but its light was as brilliant as the midday sun. White-gold petals bloomed from their palms outwards, each petal a perfect fusion of gold and silver, like a crystal of sunlight and moonlight, as if it were the Holy Light Resonance between a Holy Light Warrior and a Holy Light Knight.

"Holy Light Resonance," Murong Xue whispered, her brown eyes reflecting the white-gold light like two ignited ambers.

"I never used to believe in destiny. There is no destiny on the Savage Continent, only fists and spears. But now..."

She looked at the Holy Light flower in her palm, the white-gold petals trembling slightly in the wind, like the most fragile yet most resilient existence.

"I believe..."

She did not continue.

But Wang Sheng understood.

The Holy Light Warrior and the Holy Light Knight, light from the same source, were destined to intersect, like two tributaries of the Lingxi River, starting from different sources and eventually merging into the same river.

His palm was warm, her palm was slightly cool. The temperatures converged in their palms, like the confluence of two rivers where the water temperature suddenly rises.

Murong Xue's fingers tightened slightly, as if a knight were gripping a spear.

Then, she let go.

The white-gold Holy Light flower dissipated the moment she let go, like the most beautiful fireworks extinguishing at their brightest moment.

But that warmth, that light, that feeling of having one's soul touched, remained in her palm, like light filtering through a crack in the silver armor; once it shone through, it would never disappear.

She turned, her brown ponytail whipping an arc through the air, the sound of her silver armor clashing crisp as a song.

"I'm going to train the cavalry unit." Her voice returned to its spirited tone, like a silver spear being unsheathed.

But in the trailing note of that spirit, there was a hint of... warmth that had never been there before.

Wang Sheng watched her back. The silver armor in the sunlight was like a flowing silver mirror, her waist slim and hips shapely, her gait crisp, every step carrying the spirit of a soldier.

But he noticed that the hand she used to hold her spear... her palm, was still glowing faintly, a shimmer of silver and gold fused together, as if she were hiding a miniature star in her palm.

Inside the Weapon Refinement Workshop.

The Holy Light Battle Armor that Rune Forgemaster Xu Mohan had forged for Wang Sheng.

It had an Ink-scaled Python skin base, covered with dark iron rune arrays, with Frost Mage spirit power circuits embedded in the lining. The main color was white Savage Beast skin armor, but the shoulder guards and forearm guards were golden, as if the Power of Holy Light had solidified into armor.

The golden shoulder guards were engraved with Holy Light runes; when the Power of Holy Light was activated, they would emit a golden shimmer, like a small sun rising on his shoulder.

"Put it on," Rune Forgemaster Xu Mohan pushed up her glasses. "Your Power of Holy Light can resonate with the battle armor, increasing your defensive power by fifty percent. And the frost circuits will automatically regulate your body temperature, keeping you cool under the scorching sun of the Savage Continent, so you won't be affected by overheating on the Beast Tide battlefield."

She paused, her voice lowering by half a degree. "The frost circuits were engraved by Frost Mage Lin Shiyun herself. Her frost spirit power circuits are more precise than my rune arrays, and the spirit power conduction efficiency is twenty percent higher..."

Wang Sheng looked down at the lining of the battle armor. The ice-blue patterns spread like frost flowers, every stroke like the intentions of a Frost Mage—cold, yet warm.

Those patterns were not mechanical repetitions, but rather like frost flowers naturally forming on an ice surface; every one was different, yet every one was perfect.

That was Frost Mage Lin Shiyun engraving them one stroke at a time with her frost spirit power, as if she had stayed in the Weapon Refinement Workshop all night, using the most precise control of a Frost Mage to embroider an entire field of frost flowers on the lining of his battle armor.

She didn't say anything.

But those frost flowers were warmer than any sweet words.

Wang Sheng put on the Holy Light Battle Armor.

The golden shoulder guards looked like flowing gold in the furnace fire. The white Savage Beast skin armor clung to his sturdy body, the Ink-scaled Python skin lining wrapping around his torso like a second skin.

The frost circuits emitted an ice-blue shimmer the moment they touched his skin, like an invisible layer of frost armor.

He clenched his fist. The Power of Holy Light surged within him, resonating with the dark iron rune arrays on the battle armor. Golden light spread from the shoulder guards to the forearm guards, as if the Power of Holy Light were flowing through his entire body.

"The defensive power has increased by more than fifty percent compared to before."

Rune Forgemaster Xu Mohan pushed up her glasses, a flash of surprise in her eyes behind the lenses. "The Holy Light Battle Armor has resonated with your Power of Holy Light; the actual defensive power increase is about seventy percent."

Wang Sheng moved his body. The armor was like it was custom-made, without any obstruction.

Under the temperature regulation of the frost circuits, it was like the most precise air conditioning system, keeping his body surface temperature at the most comfortable range.

"Thank you for your hard work," he said to Rune Forgemaster Xu Mohan.

The bespectacled girl's ear tips turned slightly red, but her expression remained calm. "This is the duty of a blacksmith."