OBS Chapter 1168 - 1101: Horn's Holy Words
Chapter 1168 - 1101: Horn's Holy Words
Ever since that full dream, Horn has been dedicated to the path of Divine Art.Amid his busy political duties, he takes out at least an hour a day to practice.
Whether it's necromancy or alchemy, or Divine Art, all require practice.
The priests like to play games such as stone throwing or archery when they have free time.
Divine Art mostly manifests in the form of light balls and light flames; light flames are mostly for close range, while light balls are for long-distance casting.
Although it's not like the wizards who rely on arm strength and will to cast spells, mental lock doesn't follow the object's movement.
In other words, if a Divine Magic Light Ball isn't thrown well, it might end up like Boned bestowing blessings on the enemy by mistake in the great small mud ditch battle.
Unlike the priests, Horn doesn't need to throw stones.
His holy power is vast like the ocean, and throwing ten or so light balls continuously is like playing a game.
Sitting down to recover for a while, he can immediately continue again.
Yes, ever since sleeping with the gemstone on his chest, Horn finally felt the immense holy power within him.
If it hadn't been for the presence of many other people at the time, he would have been overwhelmed with tears.
Getting off next to the training field outside the mountain retreat, was Horn's papal range.
This vast wild land is surrounded by layers of fences and watchtowers, with only the Guard Battle Group able to enter or leave.
The fact that the pope can use Divine Art is still highly classified within the Holy Alliance.
Despite the fact that a pope using Divine Art would be inspiring news to the people.
Horn felt that the public's fervent worship of him was already enough, and didn't want to add fuel to the fire.
On the contrary, if the Holy Alliance ever encounters tough times and morale plummets, then announce this news.
Although it's just a matter of timing, the effects will be vastly different.
What medicine to drink when full of blood.
As for the things he saw after falling asleep, he only told the four Saintesses.
To the other attendees, Horn kept it very secretive.
Old elders like Sangpo always believed Horn returned from the Celestial Kingdom, this time the Saint's Grandson's mother and grandfather might have given some blessings to the son and grandson.
But for traditional believers like Xie Li, their worldview was collapsing.
Turns out you're the Holy Father's real grandson?
Not speaking of Xie Li's side, Horn had already arrived at the reserved range.
Changing into casual clothes, Horn stretched, and moved to the front of the training ground.
In front of him, there were ten targets set up at a distance of approximately thirty to a hundred meters.
Each target had a rabbit placed to test the Divine Art.
Horn spread his hands, and micro-light began to project in his pupils, a common sight when wizards use magic.
Originally, Horn's pupils only emitted micro-light when he used alchemy or mountain copper spring machines.
But now, it seemed as if a filter had risen, covering all creatures with a thin layer of light mist.
The bodies of trees and animals were covered with a layer of light mist, like mages or priests, this mist was even more obvious and solid.
Almost all the mist was white, but whether it was an illusion or not, Horn occasionally saw other colors.
This had nothing to do with whether one possessed magical power or was a mage; sometimes, even small animals would have flashes of vibrant colors.
But now wasn't the time to be distracted, focusing on himself, he began to feel.
Light flames danced, the skin cooled slightly, as if something was flowing over it.
Soon, a light mist with visible density began to spread from the gemstone on his chest along the surface of his body.
When it reached his palms, the thin mist burned fiercely, as if a vortex gathered, and a light ball the size of a watermelon abruptly floated in front of Horn.
Soon, Horn locked onto a target, and fired at that location.
Unlike the shaky Divine Magic Light Balls of many priests, the Saint's Grandson's light ball soared like a mortar and accurately landed on the target.
Almost every minute, a light ball would be shot from Horn's side, hitting the target.
The rabbits, previously exhausted from being forced to run for breeding, instantly became spirited.
After continuous shooting, Horn, like the rabbits before, felt somewhat exhausted, but he could also feel the light mist on his body quickly recovering.
For this body, his mana seemed to have reached its limit.
But with such increasingly rapid mana recovery, Horn knew this practice was extremely useful.
Having cast Divine Art over a dozen times, Horn bent forward, resting hands on his knees, sweat beads forming on his forehead.
Seeing the heavily panting Saint's Grandson, Catherine passingly handed over a towel, "Is it necessary to practice so diligently every day?"
"Yes, of course it is." Horn straightened up, using the warm towel to wipe off sweat from his face, "Judging by the situation at the Royal Court, even more so!"
Petier, alongside Horn, coughed lightly, "Your Grace, I know you wish to return to the battlefield, but honestly, we don't want you on the front line."
This issue, the Secret Monks had mentioned to Horn many times.
Horn, being childless, carried the entire Holy Alliance's burden on his shoulders.
Charging in to kill the enemy was thrilling for him, but if something really did happen, the Holy Alliance would be in dire straits.
Initially, the Holy Alliance lacked troops, so he had to personally lead each campaign.
But now, with a military academy set up, wave after wave of officers entering the army.
Geniuses from various empires across regions who aren't well received are flocking to the Holy Alliance, it's not what it once was.
Unless facing an opponent of national warfare magnitude, folks prefer Horn to stay home and have more children.
Otherwise if he gets injured, public opinion could overwhelm commanding officers.
"I know it's difficult for you." Horn continued to stretch, "It's hard for me too, so none of us will find it hard."
"Sophistry!" Catherine took Horn's warm towel, yet she acknowledged his actions.
Unable to explain to Petier's misunderstanding, Horn simply couldn't.
From scenes he saw in the dream, what he's dealing with isn't some low-magic world.
A civilization capable of traversing the cosmos or a colonization ship was destroyed here.
The water is deep, Horn might not fully grasp it.
Extraordinary abilities, practicing now might truly be useful in the future.
Besides, Horn's Divine Art is performed differently from other Divine Arts.
"Alright, switch to practicing Holy Words."
After resting, the fatigue and dizziness faded, Horn once again stood upright.
Spreading his arms, a light ball shot out once again, only this time, before firing, Horn suddenly raised his head: "Gunners move forward five meters!"
Crossing a distance of nearly a league, the light ball fell right into the middle of a squad of Paladin War Monks.
Billowing currents washed over everyone, clearing away all unease, anxiety, and fatigue in an instant.
Simultaneously, accompanying the light ball, was the voice that rang in everyone's ear.
"Gunners move forward five meters."
Though there was a water pit ahead, upon hearing Horn's voice, two rows of gunners promptly moved forward into the pit.
Seeing the squad suddenly lower, Horn thought it wasn't good, wanting to order them back but unable to instantly gather a light ball.
"Damn it."
Horn slapped his slightly numb palms, this newly developed Divine Art technique could only be used by him currently.
The name for the Divine Art was tentatively "Holy Words Art," though Horn preferred calling it micro-control technique.
Since its essence was simply storing a sentence inside a Divine Magic Light Ball, then firing it, just that simple.
However, judging by its current effect, it seemed like a double-edged sword.
But being a double-edged sword doesn't mean it's useless, Horn clapped his palms, "Hand me my telescope, continue!"
"Don't practice too long." Catherine grabbed a report, humming a tune while sitting on the side, "There's still a regular meeting later, don't forget Schreiman's web report too!"