The bloody battle has begun, and thanks to the terrain, the Silver Hand troops only need to defend each path into the Chapel and prevent the undead from entering the Chapel area.

The outbreak of the Holy Light will not stop the progress of the natural disasters, these brainless undead only obey the deployment of high-level natural disasters, and other things are not considered by those skeletons and zombies.

Sanctions, Trials, Dedication...... The Holy Light Skills, which were invisible to both eyes, all smashed into the Scourge Legion, but this still couldn't stop the Scourge from advancing.

"They must not be allowed to enter the area of the chapel, there are too many enemies, and the terrain here is narrow, which is the most favorable place for us to defend." Darien slashed off the head of a zombie and shouted at the soldiers behind him.

If the front line is lost, let these undead in front of you enter the confines of the chapel, I don't know what will happen.

A young paladin, the huge Holy Light Warhammer shattered the skull of a skeleton in one fell swoop, and with another backhand, it helped his teammates knock down a zombie that was ready to sneak attack.

Before he could strike again, he had a few more breaths of breath due to fatigue, and there was a piercing pain from behind him, and the skeleton soldier's long sword was stained with blood. Enduring the severe pain, the paladin directly used the hammer of sanctions to kill the undead in the rear, although the priests' treatment was quickly improved, but the pain and paralysis of the wound, as well as the fatigue of the muscles, could not be eliminated in a short time.

This is just the tip of the iceberg, the battle with the undead, fatigue is one of the fatal factors, the undead do not need to rest, when they are surrounded by endless undead, once they realize that they are tired, then life begins to enter the countdown.

Those low-level skeletons and ghouls will not be the opponent of a well-trained paladin at all, their role is to consume the enemy's physical strength and magic power, and the priest and mage's spell-casting ability is limited, once the magic power and holy light energy are exhausted, then only the neck will be killed

I don't know how long it has been, but the battle in front of the Chapel of Light's Wish is still raging, with the bodies of the Scourge and the members of the Silver Hand lying together.

A strong burst of holy light energy, the wounds on the bodies of many paladins and warriors were rapidly healing, the green plague on the bones of the undead was instantly dispelled by the holy light energy, and many of the flames of the holy light of the undead world were drowned, but this made others unhappy.

Because this pillar of holy light energy is a divine soul of salvation that erupted after the sacrifice of a priest. When watching his teammates fall one by one beside him, the priest who was depleted of holy energy had no choice but to sacrifice his soul in exchange for a large amount of holy light energy, and fight to the death.

The soul energy went through two energy level reductions, and the holy light energy transformed into it was so dense that it was outrageous. Vast swaths of the undead were wiped out by the flames of the Light, and the allies who had been badly wounded themselves were revived.

Hard, hard, or to the death to defend the city, I don't know how long time has passed, Darien looked at the white of the fish belly in the sky, which means that it is already dawn.

Every member of the Knights of the Silver Hand must not be allowed to pass through the defenses and enter the chapel directly.

And when the news of the mage came, after the reinforcements stationed at the Hand of Tyr were intercepted, most of the high-ranking generals were silent, and anyone would feel a chill when they looked at the natural disaster in the distance.

"We can't hold on!!" This thought has already arisen, and it can no longer be removed from the mind.

After a night of hard fighting, the entire Silver Hand finally survived until sunrise, and seeing the long-lost sunshine, the morale of the chapel defenders was still somewhat improved.

Paladins worship holy light, and for them, sunlight also represents hope, but on the contrary, the undead do not like sunlight, and even hate sunlight a little, and when it comes to dawn, it seems that hope is in front of the entire Silver Hand group.

But the joy did not last long, the beating of reality hit again, when the sun was sprinkled on the earth, it was not the land that greeted the sun, but the massive undead natural disasters, which made people break their will.

Darien, who was still fighting, was also seriously wounded, and the blood on the fallen Ash Bringer was not known if it was his own or those ghouls.

After a psychic sneaks up with a shadow arrow, the sharp shadow arrow pierces Darien's shoulder armor, piercing deep into the flesh, blood running down his arm and slowly flowing onto the Ember Bringer, at which point the Ember Bringer let out a soft groan.

The last trace of holy light energy erupted from Darian's body, directly purifying the ghouls in front of him, the fallen ash messenger erupted with strong holy light energy, and the crusader strike directly hit several ghouls and zombies, and the majestic holy light energy directly wiped out those puppets of the natural disaster.

Darion, who felt that there was no trace of holy light in his body, felt that his limit was approaching, and after fighting for a long time, his physical strength had reached the limit, and the holy light energy was also consumed, and he could only be drowned in the sea of undead.

Darion doesn't understand why his father's soul has been reluctant to take care of him, and when Fordin tells him that old Mograine has fallen too deep into the curse of revenge, Darion realizes that something might have happened to his father, leaving him dead and in a deep state of revenge.

At the end of the crossbow, Darion was very aware of his current situation, surrounded by natural disasters, death was only a matter of time, and the paladin was not afraid of death, even if it was, it would be worth dying.

"Father, I don't know what happened to you, but I hope you will be free from hatred forever."

The fallen Ember Bringer sliced through the shattered armor, the sharp blade making deep contact with the skin, and the blood on his chest filled the entire Ember Bringer.

"Darien?" Old Fortin, who was covered in blood and had also been fighting, suddenly turned around and looked at Darian, who was preparing to be martyred.

"It's okay, I'm fine, it's time to get revenge on the Scourge for the crimes." Although the words were full of pride, the blood gushing from his mouth and nose only added a tragic color to Darian's words: "Father, please forgive me. ”

"Light of the Martyrs"

Darian's soul energy began to erupt, and the blood-soaked ash messenger began to resonate strongly, and a familiar figure of Darien appeared: "My child, it's not your fault. The hatred of Renault's betrayal should not be repaid by you. ”

Darien looked at his father's soul and said no more.

"Revenge ......"

"Revenge ......"

The moment the blade was soaked in Darian's blood, at last, resting under the Chapel of Light's Wish, thousands of heroes who had died fighting the Scourge were enraged, and their heroic spirits appeared in an instant.

Countless Heroic Spirits shouted Darien's last words, "Revenge", "Revenge", "Revenge", and powerful power of holy light poured out from the ground to take revenge and reckoning with the undead.

The infinite power of the Holy Light brought the fallen warriors back to life in an instant, while the others, they found that the wounds on their bodies were healing rapidly, and the Holy Light energy that had disappeared in their bodies was restored again.

Under the countless pillars of holy light summoned by the Heroic Spirits, the Scourge Legion that could not see the end was instantly reduced to powder, and the entire world was cleaned......

The figure of the High Lord, Alexandre Mograine, also blended into the Heroic Spirits: "My soul will always bear the sacrifice you have made, my son. Just as you never gave up on me, I will never give up on you, because of you, I have learned a precious lesson: hope...... Indelible. ”

All the members of the Silver Hand couldn't believe that the Scourge Legion, which had just experienced a night of bloody battle, had completely disappeared, and the sun was shining quietly on the earth, and the Scourge Legion had never come.

Moreover, many warriors who died in battle were resurrected again under the forgiveness of the Holy Light burst from the Heroic Spirits, and only some scratches and footprints of the undead remained in the entire plague scars and chapel.

"We won?" After the end of the war, feeling the warmth of the sun, a soldier could not believe it.

"Yes, we won." Old Fording uttered this answer that made everyone cheer. But no one noticed that the wound on Darian's chest had slowly turned dark green.

……

Tirisfal Woodland, in the mountains of the northeastern part of Lake Cheshui.

"Do you feel it? With such a majestic light, those paladins are still resisting those undead. "Archbishop Alonthos Fao is already an undead body, but unlike the other undead, he is an undead paladin.

On the sidelines, Galia-Minethil looked in the direction of the Eastern Plaguelands, and stopped talking.