Chapter 224 Faith and Miracles

It's past dawn, but this ancient town located northwest of the Serian Griffin Mountains has not yet been bathed in the dawn of the past.

Shadows still shrouded the earth, and the night seemed endless. The surging sea of ​​corpses climbed up the high walls of the castle, and the city outside the walls had turned into a sea of ​​death.

The last few survivors, the old, weak, women and children, huddled deep within the thick walls of the church.

People were shivering, but the solid stone walls and domes could not bring them the slightest sense of security.

Under the leadership of the priest, they sobbed and prayed helplessly to the Holy Sun.

"Saint Sol is above. We bow our heads and look up. His light is like a torch, blessing all things. We pray that the sun will look down and give wisdom and courage.

Only the Holy Sun, only Hilariel, can send me mercy and protect me. May the light forever cleanse my soul and guide me to be innocent.

May we remain pure as before and finally arrive at His temple.”

On the castle walls, blood soaked the robes of the Skitarii soldiers. They wielded sharp blades and war hammers and fought desperately, shouting the name of the Holy Sun, and annihilating the corpses that climbed up the high wall one after another.

However, the huge corpse cart finally arrived slowly, the evil bell roared, and a faint green torrent swept across the city.

The magic light passed through the armor and directly passed through the flesh of the living people. Rust stains spread on the surface of the steel armor. Many brave warriors collapsed before they could scream.

As soon as the dissipated light beam hit, countless half-virtual and half-real resentful souls screamed at the other warriors on the city wall from the exploding will-o'-the-wisps.

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"In the realm of Mosera Sol, reject the lifeless dead. In the name of Ilaliel! I command the spirits to disperse!"

Wearing a long robe and a sacrificial crown, the Priest of the Ring endured fatigue and once again raised the Sun Disk Scepter in his hand.

——Buzz!

The magic power was transformed into pure elements, and the brilliant solar flares spread out, piercing the darkness, and instantly wiped away the sea of ​​ghosts that came towards them.

The evil spirit dissipated in the scream, but the next moment, countless bat-winged corpse demons fell from the sky and flew towards the priest who lost his protection.

The priest who was born in the Circle of Magic waved his scepter while struggling, condensing fire around him, and the swarms of corpse monsters were burned to ashes.

But like an endless wave of attacks from the undead, they finally completely submerged the priest between spells.

As the last warrior guarding the city wall fell, the wight army swarmed through the inner wall.

In the sanctuary hall of the castle.

Under the scorching sun totem, the old priest led the devout warriors in front of him to recite the last prayer.

The hazy and sacred sunlight emerges from the sun crowns on the helmets of the Knights of the Holy Sun.

The last Knights of the Holy Sun and the Skitarii soldiers stood up with their swords solemnly, they were no longer afraid.

"Today we died to defend the people of the Holy Sun. We died for glory without regrets." The leading young knight walked through the queue of his colleagues and stood in front of the closed door.

He could hear the running footsteps of the undead getting closer and closer.

This meant that his father had died fighting on the city wall.

Now it's their turn.

The door of the church was opened.

On the dark road of the inner castle, a large group of running undead appeared in front of the knights.

"For the Holy Sun!!" The young knight raised his sword high and was the first to rush out.

The knights behind him were also roaring, following the lord's son out of the temple to face the last battle of his life.

The brave men in silver armor and white robes faced the howling corpses and crashed into the enemy group.

——The big sword slashed, the halberd waved——

The fearless ones fought their way through the tide of corpses, carving a bloody path.

No matter whether they are walking corpses with festering flesh or flesh, or skeletal warriors wearing armor, they can't stop them.

The shrill ghost howl came from the end of the road, and the swarming ghost ghosts rushed towards the living with sickles and daggers.

However, a large group of evil spirits were approaching the knights, but they were illuminated more and more blurry by the hazy halo of the sun behind the warriors' heads.

The knights roared and slashed their sharp blades, crushing the wavering blasphemous spirit in front of them.

The Holy Word also sounded loudly behind the warriors.

The flying light spots intertwined with the old priest wearing a high crown on his head.

It illuminated a large area of ​​dim holy barrier, with the old priest as the center, and the radiant shadow spread slowly in a semicircle.

The ghouls who rushed into this sacred realm fell headlong to the ground. The resentful spirits dissipated when they touched the edge, and the pressure on the knights in the melee was suddenly reduced.

The corpses continued to accumulate, and the dead souls with teeth and claws snarled fell under the sharp blades of the knights who fought against the odds.

But the corpse monsters hovering in the dark clouds were like a hunting herd that had found its target. Like dark clouds, they swooped down toward the dazzling light barrier below, followed closely by the shadows of two larger bat ghosts.

The half-living and half-dead demon was only sluggishly illuminated by the light, and then grabbed the sharp claws of its hind legs towards the struggling living person.

The soldiers guarding the old priest tried their best to kill the ghosts that fell from above their heads. However, if they were not careful, they were caught by their sharp claws on their hind legs. Their fleshy wings flapped and they were dragged out of the formation and thrown into the sea of ​​corpses.

There was a roar that broke through the air, and a loud noise was heard. The ground shook, heavy objects crashed to the ground, and stone bricks and corpses flew away.

The light that gave the knights a brief moment of vitality dissipated.

The young knight who was charging at the front swept the corpse apart and looked back.

Several comrades had already fallen to the attack of the bat-like undead beast.

The old priest who was knocked to the ground lost the Sun Scepter in his hand. As he struggled to get up, he drew his seal and tried to counterattack with a spell.

The young knight turned around and ran away, trying to rescue the old man who was in crisis.

"Death to you monster!" He roared loudly, attracting the attention of the giant bat ghost.

In just a few steps, he jumped up high, held the sword upside down, and stabbed the monster's back hard.

The giant bat ghost flapped its winged forearms in an attempt to grab the enemy on its back, giving the priest a brief moment of precious time.

Line-like magic patterns outline the illusory bow body, and the old priest condenses a dazzling light arrow.

The arrow of Isa spiraled away from the string and penetrated the monster's ferocious head.

The knight fell on the body of the giant bat ghost that fell forward. Before he could stand up, he saw an ending that he did not want to witness.

Another huge black shadow enveloped the priest's head, and it bit the head of the old man who could no longer react with a bloody mouth.

The sharp teeth crushed the flesh and blood, leaving only a headless corpse with half of its upper body missing.

"No!!!" The knight with an angry look behind the helmet howled, swung his sword and attacked the bat ghost.

The giant thing that swallowed flesh and blood opened its big mouth covered in blood, moved its strong forelimbs like an orangutan, and also ran towards the knight.

Boom!

The giant head bitten by the probing head was knocked crooked by the hilt of the sword that the knight twisted and swung.

Anger and fearlessness made the young knight seem to have entered an unprecedented state of selflessness. He ducked to avoid the claws of the giant bat ghost, and when he turned around, he stabbed through the giant beast's forearm.

The dragging blade cut half of the enemy's flesh. The knight turned around and slashed with all his strength at the same position on the opposite side of the forearm.

With a click, the heavy sword cut off one of the giant bat ghost's arms in a cross slash.

The giant beast's body was tilted and unbalanced, and its head bit into the knight again.

But the sword blade that penetrated from bottom to top completely shut its mouth.

Swinging the sword blade that penetrated the monster's chin, the knight moved his body to the side of the opponent's broken arm, drew his sword and slashed forward.

The tendons were cut smoothly through the joints, and the huge giant bat ghost's head spurted out a large stream of black blood, and rolled to the side.

Seeing the giant beast in front of me suddenly fell down and lost all movement,

The knight with the explosive potential was panting and half-kneeling down, without any joy in defeating the powerful monster.

He stood up while taking a breath, looked around, and saw that there were not many comrades who had retreated in front of him.

The young knight raised the sword blade in front of him, praying like a still water in his heart.

".May the Holy Sun and Hilal accept our souls and not be desecrated by this evil power."

He only regretted that he could not defeat more dead souls, and would soon be exhausted from the fierce battle and buried in a sea of ​​corpses.

He knew the battle was coming to an end.

Wisps of dim red light suddenly illuminated the castle avenue among the mountains of corpses and sea of ​​blood.

The surge of corpses slowed down the surging attack.

The undead, who only had the instinct to feast on the breath of the living, stopped moving as if in fear, stared at the sky with their ghostly eyes, and roared with their mouths open.

The knight couldn't help but looked up at the sudden change in front of him.

A red glow pierced the darkness and fell from above.

Breaking through the dark clouds, like the fire of the scorching sun, trailing a dazzling wake fell from the sky.

What is that?

Before the question could be blurted out, only flaming meteors were seen, whizzing into the tide of corpses.

——Boom!

The impact that shook the earth made the knights stand a little unsteady, and the concussive flames rose up into a circle of storms.

A rolling heat wave swept through the surroundings, instantly burning all the undead around them.

The knight looked through his visor and opened his eyes wide in shock.

He finally saw clearly the tall figure among the scorched corpses and red-hot pits, as well as the figure growing behind it.

A pair of wings?

In the blazing firelight, the figure was wearing golden armor, and the face under the hood could not be seen clearly. Only the long white hair stretched out of the shadow and fluttered in the wind.

The light surrounding it actually comes from the two flaming swords held in each hand.

The sword blade rising into flames made the originally white wings shine with red light.

What is that? Is that human? A human with wings on his back?

Could it be some sort of wizard's flying spell?

The knight was confused. He didn't know who it was or what it was.

But when he saw the other party, he raised the flaming sword in his hand towards the rushing army of corpses.

The two swords crossed and chopped down——

In the majestic wind, a sea of ​​fire swept across the avenue.

In an instant, like a punishment from the gods, countless corpses were turned into ashes in the elemental fire that burned everything.

The knights who were shocked by the powerful existence turned from shock to excitement, feeling as if they were being pardoned. This winged figure was at least not their enemy!

The figure looked up and saw the zombie monsters gathering from the air. He immediately flapped his wings and jumped into the air.

The flaming sword on his right arm was swung, and another fire snake was thrown out like a whip.

The long whip was drawn into it, and a large row of corpse monsters turned into falling charcoal.

The wings vibrated and turned around in the air. The invisible gaze under the hood of the figure seemed to be looking at the knights below.

Her gentle and warm voice rings in the ears of everyone who is still alive.

".I heard your call. I bring the wrath of the Holy Sun

Warriors of the sun, please follow me and follow the messenger of Mosera.”

miracle!

Salvation has arrived! !

The Holy Sun answered the prayer and sent His Divine One!

"We are saved! Is that the messenger of the Holy Sun?!"

All the knights were trembling with fear.

People were so excited that their devout beliefs were responded to that they ignited an unprecedented fanaticism.

Northeast of Serrian.

In the mountain pass city west of the Griffin Mountains, countless refugees filled the streets and alleys.

Holy Sun priests and priests ran among the frightened people who fled to comfort the crowd.

The catholic army and the city guards patrolled the streets, fearing that riots would occur.

The guards saw several warriors leading horses on the avenue and quickly stopped them. After hearing the identities of several people, they let them go.

Several knights who had traveled a long distance got rid of the interrogation and asked many passers-by before they found a tavern with a hostel to stay.

Although it was broad daylight, the hall was still crowded with drunkards who were drinking to relieve their sorrow.

The civil war in the east that had just been experienced, the invasion of Kantadar on the western border not long ago, and the terrible rumors brought by the victims now, made the residents inside and outside the city panic in this year of disasters.

Several knight rangers assigned a companion to come to the counter to inquire about the news. Before he could ask anything from the worried tavern owner, he was slightly attracted by the discussion of the drinkers not far away.

".Really! It's the messenger of the Holy Sun! The winged messenger who descended from the sky. Eagle Bay Town was really saved. Although it seems that only a hundred people survived, one of them was my cousin. She saw it with her own eyes."

After listening to the serious anecdote, the knight ranger returned to the table.

He suggested to his companions: "We might as well stay in the Kingdom of Serian. It seems that the disaster has spread here, and the people here seem to need help."

Another Ranger Knight shook his head at him: "It would be fine if there is no response, but since we have agreed to the call of Lord Larian, how can we break our promise halfway?

Moreover, from the road, the Holy See has sent a large army to support Serian. Whether there are more or fewer of us here, the impact is not great, but the place where we need help still needs our help."

".That's right, let's hurry up, but we can't go northwest of the Griffin Mountains. I think we can only take a detour from the north to enter the Kingdom of Orland from 'Galsolm' to continue west." The Ranger Knight nodded.

The few people discussed the next itinerary, and without saying anything more, they rested early after a simple meal.

The next day, they replenished food and drinks in the market, left this mountain pass city, and set out on the journey again.

After leaving the city and getting on their horses, before everyone reached the fork in the road indicated on the map and turned north, they suddenly felt the ground shaking and saw a large number of marching troops from afar.

A Ranger Knight looked at the flag from a distance and couldn't help but ask curiously: "Isn't that the Knights of the Holy Lake? How come they are seen in Serian?"

Several people were rangers from Dieneshien, and naturally knew the "famous" Knights of the Holy Lake.

"The Holy City of the Prophet's Rest fell, Serian was in trouble, and the Knights of Ilaril are probably here to participate in the holy war to retake the Prophet's homeland." The Ranger Knight on the side guessed.

While talking, the outpost of the Knights of Ilaril also discovered them.

Several knights came to the crowd on horseback and took off their helmets to salute.

"Ilaril, may my Lord bless you all." The Knight of the Holy Lake greeted.

"The Holy Prophet." The Rangers returned the salute.

"Excuse me, is the 'Griffin Gate' to the west? We are knights from Dieneshien, and we want to support the front line, but we are unfamiliar with your country's roads." The Knight of the Holy Lake asked.

The Knights are not familiar with the roads north of the Griffin Mountains in the Kingdom of Serian.

Although they failed to find clues about the holy land from the High Priest Alek many days ago, the Grand Master of his own group believed that since they were here, they could not sit idly by and watch the plight of the Kingdom of Rest in Ilaril. He led the knights north to help in the weak areas of the Serian Church and do his best for the people of Ilaril.

"We are traveling knights, not Serians. We are from Dieneshien like you, but you are going in the right direction. The Griffin Gate is not far to the west." The knight-errant answered his fellow villagers.

"No wonder you have such a friendly accent." The Knight of the Holy Lake smiled and said, "Thank you for showing me the way. It's rare to see knights traveling together. Have you completed a chivalrous journey?"

"No, we are still on the journey to fulfill our oath. We will go to the distant 'Avalon' to complete a chivalrous oath." The Knight of the Holy Lake explained.

"Then I wish you all the best." The Knight of the Holy Lake was stunned halfway through, and asked with wide eyes: "Wait a minute, where are you going?"

Wow, I made another stupid newbie mistake. I didn't expect that I couldn't take leave during the recommended position. Not only when I was in the recommended position, but also the days after the recommended position were still included in the statistics. Wow, I don't understand. Fortunately, the editor didn't blame me. Let me remember not to do this again next time