Bishop Howard strode up the hill and looked ahead, and in the darkness he could only vaguely see the silhouette of the forest and the pillar of light rising into the sky in the distance. He didn't know what it was, and the gods didn't tell him, but he knew it was what he was trying to destroy.

Fight against evil.

Thinking of this, Old Bishop Howard couldn't help clenching his fists, he hadn't felt such blood for a long time, he had rushed all the way here from the Eagle Plateau, and even his shoes had worn out several pairs, but Howard didn't feel tired and painful at all, in fact, when he felt the will of the gods in the church, Howard only felt that his whole person was sleepwalking, he could only feel that he was wrapped in a warm golden light, and a voice guided in front of him, And he went on in a drowsy way -- and when he came back to his senses, he had reached his destination. Howard didn't feel how many hardships he encountered along the way, but he could feel that his body was still strong and powerful, and even the gray hair had regained its original golden color.

"Lord Bishop Howard."

A young voice sounded in his ear, and Bishop Howard turned his head to see the Ankes Paladin standing there, looking at him with a smile on his face. Seeing the middle-aged paladin in front of him, Bishop Howard also smiled, he strode down the hill, came to the paladin's side, stretched out his hand vigorously, and hugged him.

"I knew that if you were alive, you would come. Your faith in the gods. I know better than anyone else. ”

"yes, that's why I'm here."

Hug Howard tightly in front of him. The paladin also smiled happily, and he clenched his fists. The bulging muscles in the arms look strong and powerful. Just looking at the appearance, no one would have thought that this burly-looking brown bear-like paladin should be a dying old man.

"I used to think that was the end of my life, lying in bed, feeling the flow of energy, and then dying surrounded by children and grandchildren. But now, the great gods have given me a chance, a chance to get what I want. You see. A contest between good and evil, we will fight until the last moment for the sake of this world. Isn't that what we hoped for when we were young? ”

As he spoke, the paladin smiled.

"That's fine, so that my grandchildren can ask their father again, 'Why isn't my grandfather here?' , instead of getting the answer 'grandpa died on the side of the road because he drank too much', they can proudly learn that their grandpa gave his life to save this continent........."

"Don't say such unlucky things."

Letting go of the paladin in front of him, Old Bishop Howard also glared at him dissatisfied.

"We're not here to die, if you just want to die with a bang. Then just jump from here now. Don't forget, we're here to fight for the world, and for the world. For the sake of our great gods, our lives cannot be sacrificed casually, even if they are to die. There is also value in dying. ”

"I've heard you all my life."

Hear here. The paladin smiled and reached out and hammered Howard on the shoulder. Then he lowered his head. Looking at Howard's dress in front of him—a robe that was a little plain and full of divine flavor, chain mail wrapped around the outside, and the small metal shield and flail on his arms.

"Looks like our battle priest has also been resurrected?"

"Of course."

In the face of the paladin's words, Howard also waved the flail in his hand, and then said proudly.

"Fighting is never just your paladin's business, and I think I've proven that we priests are capable of fighting."

"yes, this time, I think we'll have a good fight. Don't worry about those troublesome things, the only thing we need to do is fight, fight, fight! I am confident that we will be able to win, and nothing will change as before! ”

Hearing Howard's words, the middle-aged paladin also nodded. If it were any war, it would be a very troublesome thing for them as a high-level person to get to such a scale. Therefore, they need to reconcile the conflicts between the various churches, as well as the conflicting interests between the believers of the Nine Saints. But now, none of this is in their minds, and they don't even need to argue about whose plan is more realistic. The gods give them instructions, and each one knows exactly what to do and where to go, when. And the only thing they need to do is to calm down and fight wholeheartedly until the last moment, until the dawn of victory comes.

Thinking of this, the two looked behind again, only to see that there, the dense crowd was lined up in neat phalanxes one after another, and the heavily armed believers were talking to each other, with enthusiastic excitement and excitement. Many of them, like Howard, were lifelong devout believers in the gods. Even many people have done a lot of great deeds and destroyed a lot of evil when they were young. But time passed, and as time passed, their physical strength began to fade. Perhaps their belief in the gods is still religious, but the weak arm can no longer easily divide the evil existence in two as easily as before. But now, that power is back in their bodies, and they feel the surging energy of their peak again. They are not stupid, they know very well what it takes to gain such power, but no one will regret panicking because for many of them, being able to come here and fight for this continent is already the best outcome. If they can die here, then it is better than lying in bed, desperate and powerless, because this is enough to prove that until the last moment, they still persevered, guarding everything they should protect.

"Uh......h Woo...... Woo........."

The horn sounded.

A warm and soft glow fell from the sky, spilling through the gaps in the thick dark clouds, and at the sight of this scattered light, Howard tightened his face and clenched the flail in his hand.

He was well aware that the battle was about to begin. (To be continued.) )