Chapter 291:
The Holy Land is a region imbued with deep sanctity, intricately linked with gods or angels. Each Holy Land holds a unique significance, such as Elyon, where Elil’s tomb lies, believed to be the birthplace of a new sun in the future; Lichtheim, where the Lighthouse Keeper’s body still burns; and Miarma, where the god of the Salt Council is buried. Many Holy Lands exist, each with its own level of importance and reverence.
However, when someone speaks of “the Holy Land” without specifying a name, everyone thinks of one place.
Lua, the Holy Land where countless faiths originated and where saints and angels are buried—a cold desert city now turned into an impregnable fortress by the dead.
It’s a place that every believer of the Codex of Light, as well as anyone interested in theology or history, wishes to visit, yet no one alive has ever reached.
Isaac was suggesting they go to the throne where the living god, the Immortal Emperor Beshek, reigns.
After a moment of silence, Tuhalin clicked his tongue loudly in disapproval.
“So that’s what you were getting at—talking nonsense with a straight face.”
He picked up his hammer, looking as if he might leave immediately.
“I thought we finally had a sane paladin from the Codex of Light, but it turns out you’re just another fanatic talking about the Dawn Army and whatnot. Seize the Holy Land, restore order, and bring about the Millennium Kingdom? Even if I conceded that your plan was sound, why should I be the one to clean up after the Lighthouse Keeper?”