Fierce Battle Outside the Chapel (8)

The strength of a legendary Fate Mage was beyond ordinary expectations. In just a few seconds, the lich seized Darion Mograine's corpse out of thin air and teleported away with Sir Zeliek, who had still been desperately holding on in the distance, returning directly to his Undead fortress.

This powerful lich projection was also utterly destroyed, and the Undead forces besieging Light's Hope Chapel were wiped out completely.

Only then did the surviving humans see that the white radiance was formed from transparent heroic spirits. These human spirits had all been heroes who died fighting the Scourge in the past. After their deaths, they had been buried in the graveyard behind Light's Hope Chapel, and at the most critical moment, they appeared and saved the Silver Dawn from imminent destruction.

"May the Holy Light be with you!"

"Justice will prevail in the end!"

The heroic spirits shouted their cries of victory, then turned into white light once more and sank into the ground. The entire world returned to how it had been before.

If not for the human corpses and broken weapons strewn across the ground, along with the walls the Undead had smashed into several pieces, many would have suspected it had all been nothing more than a terrifying dream.

The Undead attack had been false, their fallen comrades would greet them with smiles tomorrow, and the battered Light's Hope Chapel would still be the mighty base of the Silver Dawn knights.

Maxwell Tyrosus rose from the ground. He knew clearly that this was not a dream. The Silver Dawn had just survived a bloody battle. They had paid a grievous price, but they had also buried a great number of elite Undead troops.

"We won!"

"We won! The Holy Light will prevail!"

Many of the cheering warriors could