This Holy Knight is So Despicable!
Chapter 158 - 149: The Secret of Desecration

Chapter 158: Chapter 149: The Secret of Desecration

"But Lilith, as a demon of strong desire, has a significant flaw."

Thesius’ Ship continues to dive downward, safely escorted by the imaginary creature Kunpeng, ensuring a journey without danger.

On the deck, Lette chats casually with Emily.

"What exactly is the flaw?"

"Do you think the Divine likes fanatics?"

Emily nods without hesitation: "Of course! A fanatic’s faith is firm and fervent. According to what you said earlier, their Power of Faith is purer in quality and more active.

It should be what the Divine loves the most."

"Then if you were God, would you like all your followers to be fanatics?"

"Of course!"

"Then, what if they’re all fanatics?"

Emily paused, "Well... wouldn’t there be very few of them?"

Lette nodded, "Exactly, that’s right. Geniuses and elites are destined to be the minority, and so are fanatics.

If a sect only recruits geniuses and elites, regardless of its strength, the number of believers would definitely be limited. The same goes for fanatics.

Not every believer has the potential to become a fanatic.

The core of a sect can be composed of fanatics, but the majority must be regular followers.

It’s not just sects; any organization requires leaders, backbone members, and foundation stones. That way, it’s healthy and can last long."

Emily nodded thoughtfully but then realized: "But what’s that got to do with Lilith?"

"You’re truly dense, need everything spoon-fed to you?"

Lette sighed helplessly, "Lilith’s capability is of strong desire, not just desire. This is crucial.

Desire is something everyone has, a vast concept.

But strong desire is akin to a fanatic among desires, an elite genius.

Many enjoy food, but very few could be said to have an extremely strong desire for cuisine.

Actually, Lilith has taken the wrong path in her advancement.

She blindly devoured other conceptual control, causing her to ascend to a more powerful concept, but the difficulty in using it greatly increased, while the coverage area greatly shrank.

In her current state, she could be easily devoured by other owners of similar conceptual control."

Emily shivered involuntarily, "Ah... I thought mastering a concept means being unbeatable. But each step seems perilous."

Lette chuckled softly, "Well, to climb as a Divine law is like mountain climbing; you can gradually ascend the steps.

Though tiring, there’s a path to follow, a traceable route. As long as you strive upwards, things generally go fine.

But reaching the Rule God level is like the path is cut off, turning mountain climbing into rock climbing.

You have to find a way to carve your path on the cliff to continue elevating yourself.

The risk greatly increases, and one misstep could send you tumbling into the abyss, crushing everything to pieces.

Yet the greater the storm, the more valuable the fish, opportunity often accompanies risk.

But once you reach the conceptual level, there are no mountains to speak of.

Everyone flies in the sky, with no method to rely on, no route to trace.

You can ride the clouds and mist, or lie down.

What position and route is up to you, to fly high or low depends solely on yourself, and no one can predict what you’ll encounter.

Thus, the battles at the conceptual level, no one can predict the outcome, filled with uncontrollability and uncertainty.

A concept that seems ordinary might not beat anyone, but it just happens to restrain you.

A sudden mischance is very common, no one dares say they are invincible at the conceptual level."

Emily gazed at Lette, "Not even you?"

Lette took a deep breath, "That’s why I’ve been stockpiling cards, trying to strengthen myself.

But fighting at the concept level is conducted in ways beyond imagination.

My chance to kill a Lie is equal to his chance to kill me.

Lilith... probably feels the crisis too, that’s why she’s in such a rush to have me help her regain strength."

Emily scratched her head, "But you just said, at the conceptual level, numbers are not a decisive advantage."

"Is your brain made of coins, only having heads and tails?"

Lette laughed in exasperation, "Just because it’s not decisive doesn’t mean it’s not an advantage. It’s true two concept-levels can’t definitely beat one.

But two against one is definitely more comfortable, with more flexible methods and cards."

As they spoke, the ship had dived to a certain depth. Alice suddenly ran over and clutched Lette’s hand, looking at him apprehensively.

"Brother Lette, I’m scared."

"It’s okay, brother is here."

Emily also sensed something amiss, "What’s happening again?"

Lette glanced around, "Don’t worry, we’re just moving from the shallow sea to the deep sea.

You could think of it as sinking from a place of regular nightmares to a deeper level of nightmares."

"More! More terrifying nightmares!"

Emily swallowed, thinking the shallow sea was already dreadfully eerie, sending chills down her spine.

The deep sea’s nightmare atmosphere must be terrifying!

However, as Thesius’ Ship continued down, the surrounding environment turned serene and sweet.

The atmosphere here was incredibly harmonious, vibrantly colorful, like a paradise on earth.

Compared to the previous shallow waters, it’s like a rainbow appearing after a storm!

"Is this the deeper level of nightmares?"

Emily rushed to the deck’s edge, fully appreciating the landscape here.

"This is the so-called Abyss of Nightmare deep sea? You’re kidding, right? This is better than the Gap of Dreams itself!

Lette, you call this a nightmare?"

Lette appeared indifferent, with a hint of sadness and melancholy in his eyebrows.

"Is it beautiful?"

"So beautiful."

"It’s a dream."

"Ah..."

Emily stiffened, all the beauty within her heart like a soap bubble bursting in an instant, dissolving completely.

In the next moment, endless loss and sorrow overwhelmed her heart.

She felt breathing exceedingly difficult for a brief moment.

"The most terrifying nightmare is not fear, sadness, or fright..."

Lette took a deep breath, gazing at the absolute beauty around, "It’s the despair upon awakening, realizing it was just a dream...

I still remember the first year I arrived at the Holy City, I often dreamed I returned home.

The Church Court, Gods and Demons, all that chaos was fake.

I was just at home, hadn’t gone anywhere.

And when I awoke from the dream, that hysterical grief...

To escape, I found a way into the Gap of Dreams. And I became a Dream Weaver, crafting my realm of dreams—Ideal Land.

Later, to conveniently enter and exit my Ideal Land, I created the Second Holy Artifact, Utopia.

Those times were truly beautiful.

Intoxicated and lost within it...

But fake is fake.

Later, I destroyed my Ideal Land myself, then brought Utopia here, thoroughly tempering my spirit.

Since then, I haven’t dreamed of home again."

At this, Lette suddenly laughed, "That’s when I saved Lilith."

Emily held onto the deck, "You’re... you’re really harsh. I don’t even have the courage to look at the outside now."

"That means your spiritual power isn’t strong enough! Seems like we need to find time for more training for you."

"Wow! No, please! That feeling is too awful, I couldn’t even breathe!"

"There was a philosopher who once said!"

Lette stood at the bow, clenching his fist, "No matter what difficulties we encounter, we should face them with a smile!

The best way to eliminate fear is to face it!

I, deeply concur!"

"Not everyone is as strong as you; people who aren’t strong also have to live!"

Emily pouted, "Not everyone has to be a big tree, some people can be vines!"

Lette raised his eyebrows, "True. Running away might be shameful, but it works well."

"Exactly!"

"Then, Miss Vine, don’t say anything cool to others like ’I’ll protect you, feel free to rely on me’ from now on!"

Emily was momentarily stunned, then looked at Alice holding a stuffed bear next to her.

The little girl blinked with innocent and determined eyes, showing a sweet yet strong smile.

"Sister Emily, don’t be scared! Alice wants to be a big tree, Alice will protect you!"

Lette leaped off the bow, and as he passed by Emily, he murmured,

"I recall someone saying they wouldn’t be a sailor or a lady, but the captain of their life’s ship.

Who was it? Can’t seem to find them anymore?"

Emily grabbed Lette’s clothes tightly, biting her lip but with a more determined look.

"Please! Train me thoroughly! I beg you."

"Oh? No longer want to be a vine, Captain Miss?"

"I want to be a tree, one that covers the sky!"

"Well said."

Lette smiled, patting her shoulder, showing a kind smile, "Then from today on, I’ll be your nightmare."

Emily wanted to cry, but she held back this time.

"Lilith, we’ve arrived!"

Lette called twice towards the cabin, and only then came the sound of a door opening.

Lilith walked out, clutching her head with teary eyes.

"Lette..."

"What’s wrong?"

"Sniff... I’ve grown horns."

"Didn’t you already have horns?"

"Grown more..."

Lilith lowered her hands, and only then did the three of them see clearly. Besides her original pair of sheep horns, two more twisted small horns had sprouted.

These two horns melded with the original ones, looking like a crown.

"Seems your blend with the Desecrated Holy Crown is strong. That’s good, it will cause fewer troubles this time entering the Desecration Temple."

Lette pointed at a dreamy bubble below, "Look, we’ve arrived."

"Um, will it look ugly?"

"No, you actually seem more charismatic. Right, Emily!"

"Ah, yes! Like a queen!"

Upon hearing this, Lilith joyfully smiled and ran with Alice to the bow to observe the dream bubble of the Desecration Temple.

Emily watched Lilith’s retreating figure and quietly asked,

"Speaking of which, I wanted to ask from the beginning but got sidetracked. Lilith is of strong desire, and you said the Desecrated Holy Crown benefits her.

Specifically, how does it benefit, will it change the concept of strong desire she masters?"

"Lilith’s situation isn’t unique. Many masters of concepts, when advancing and expanding, tend to overdo it and face this issue.

Gradually, some predecessors discovered a method for saving it.

And that is, the Desecration of concepts."

Emily suddenly realized, "Oh! Does that mean the Desecration concept acts like a coolant?

It helps to downgrade the concept?"

"Sort of, Desecration is rare, but it affects most conceptual controls.

Similarly, there’s sublimation, convergence, collapse, and so on...

But this concept... one, it’s rare, and two, it has considerable side effects."

"Emergence... does that count?"

Lette didn’t answer but steered Thesius’ Ship towards the dream bubble, "Once you reach the Desecration Temple, you’ll understand.

Hold on! We’re about to force our way in!"