Fred caught a glimpse of a dazzling radiance from the corner of his eye. He turned around curiously and was baffled.
There was a crystal sculpture of a young lady emanating a spotlessly white radiance in the deep mountain. The holy radiance grew increasingly brighter, and almost enveloped the entire sculpture. He turned around and spotted the exact sa scene from the other end.
What's going on?
Fred asked dubiously.
Then, deep, loud explosions echoed as if an nuclear bomb had fallen.
In that instant, everyone lifted their heads instinctively. Three beams of holy light burst through the clouds and into the sky. Then, strong gales dispersed every layer of cloud and presented a clean, night sky before their eyes. However, it was different this ti. There were three ritual circles hovering above, which shrouded the entire sky and endless golden lines extended to the horizon.
The radiances from every sacred rune were as bright as the full moon. They were rules from the past, present, and future and they coalesced to form the most glorious poem and praise.
That was from the source of the Rule of Light and the core of the Holy Light, which was recorded and engraved in every corner of the rule frawork on this continent. Up until this mont, it was summoned to display the power of the world with everything it had.
"That's the——!"
This was the first ti Vandal revealed a horrified expression as he stared in the direction of the fortress. Not only him, but the Undead Creatures around him were also flabbergasted. They might hold high positions and were scheming, but now, they stood on the spot and gazed into the night sky blankly.
A silver-whitish line that was as thin as a finger projected from the sky and shone on one of the Skeletal Troll. It appeared harmless because the Skeletal Troll continued to move forward while the Undead Creatures on its shoulders were unaffected. But shortly after, they knew that they had made the wrong choice.
The runes that had filled the night sky shone.
"Blossom! Holy Spear of Judgnt!"
After the final rune lit up, dazzling golden whitish radiance from the three ritual circles flickered. Shortly after, the most sacred powers in this world coalesced and erupted.
A ten-ters, brilliant light beam descended from above and golden silver-whitish flas spread in all directions like the rushing tide as soon as it struck the ground. The Undead Creatures in its range couldn't escape the flas' devour and before they left a final trace of their presence in this world, they were instantly swept away. The light torrent gushed and nothing could stop its assault.
Clang!
Fred stared in disbelief. His sword slipped from his hand and fell on the ground. He had totally forgotten his oath about the 'sword is a knight's life'. His head was a complete blank. He saw the terrifying, enormous Skeletal Trolls falling to the white torrents and shattering into specks of dust. Not only that, but sacred flas also rciless devoured every Undead Creature.
Then, it ca the second. Two gigantic light beams shone from above and purified the sins and deaths on the surface.
However, it seed that only the Undead Creatures were hard by them. On the contrary, the soldiers above the city walls felt a warm, powerful energy blessing them. Then, their injuries instantly healed like the snow that lted entirely to the sun.
The white light beams slowly dispersed. Tens of thousands of Undead Creatures who had pushed their way to the moat vanished completely. There were no traces of corpses anywhere and the pitch-black darkness that enveloped the sky and surface were nowhere to be seen as though they didn't exist.
The relentless Undead Army finally ca to a halt. Vandal shut his eyes and turned around to avoid the glaring radiance. He finally understood why the enemy valued his secrets so highly that he didn't dispatch any scouts no matter what. That was because he had the ancient heritage! How was this possible? No one had ever seen this ancient heritage after the holy war from more than two centuries ago!
Who exactly is he? Where did he get them from?
At this mont, the Undead Creatures moved ahead again. Their spirits were long gone and nothing could stop them forever, after all. Shortly after, they advanced like ink that spread across a white sheet of paper. Vandal watched and for so unknown reasons, his heart skipped a beat abruptly. He looked at the fortress ahead and another beam of light descended from the sky.
"Retreat! Retreat now!"
He ordered in a fluster while the Undead Creatures around him watched in silence. Suddenly, another dazzling light beam shone from above and in the blink of an eye, thousands of Undead Creatures vanished.
Vandal lowered his head. The spiritual flas in his eyes seed incomparably dull. But shortly after, they burned stronger.
"Retreat. Order everyone to retreat."
He issued the order in a hoarse, deep voice.
The Undead Army retreated like the tide toward the protection of the Dark Dragon Soul and waited for their next attack. On the other hand, the soldiers above the city walls exploded into cheers. They knew that this was just a temporary victory, but it was equally precious.
"Sir Overlord, they've retreated."
"I know."
Alex squinted and spoke with knitted brows. Although the others were excited that the Undead Army had retreated, he wasn't delighted at all because he knew that this was only an intermission. The Undead Army wouldn't give up just yet, even after they realized the existence of the Holy Statues. The Undead Army had other ways to deal with them.
If not, the Light Dragon and Dark Dragon wouldn't be evenly matched during the Big War.
Alex turned around.
"I have sothing to attend to. I'll leave everything to you here, Captain Mila. Please report to imdiately if you discover any signs of the enemies."
Unlike the previous etings that were filled with hopeless emotions, everyone revealed excited expressions this ti. Most of them were like Fred, who didn't feel confident against the Undead Army during the clash. But the tide turned instantly after Alex activated the Holy Statues, which instantly gave them strong hopes.
It was due to this reason that when he entered the eting room, he felt everyone's trustful and confident gazes. If it was in the past, many of them would doubt in his abilities to resist the Undead Army.
But, it was a pity that he wasn't here to solidify their confidence. Instead, he was here to pour cold water on them.
What they thought was far from reality.
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