But he could hardly retreat just like that now! Did he still want to hold his position as a demon lord? At that thought, Archimonde shuddered, suddenly remembering Kil'jaeden's methods.
The Burning Legion had only remained intact after losing its ultimate leader, Sargeras, because Kil'jaeden had kept it together single-handedly.
Gritting his teeth, Archimonde rose and stopped the frenzied demons. Even if I can't kill these turtle-shell warriors, surely I can kill the ordinary creatures of Azeroth.
Yet just as he was about to order his forces to contain the Holy Light Clerics, a dozen dazzling rays of golden light abruptly appeared above the battlefield.
The dark clouds formed by Archimonde's demonic domain instantly dispersed beneath a mysterious radiance. The blazing sunlight once again shone upon the battlefield, irritating the demons.
"What are you planning to do to my companions?"
The cool voice instantly made Archimonde stiffen. The helpless Holy Light Clerics on the battlefield, however, looked thrilled.
"It's Her Holiness the Pope!" a weakened Holy Light Cleric cried excitedly.
Ria looked at the Holy Light Clerics lying on the ground and wasted no words. With a wave of her hand, shafts of white light descended from the sky and shone upon them. Their strength instantly returned, and they all offered a Holy Light Salute to Ria in the sky.
"Stand down, all of you! Leave the rest to me!"
"Yes, Your Holiness Pope Ria!" the Holy Light Clerics answered eagerly. They would get to see Her Holiness act again. Countless Holy Light Clerics silently thought how fortunate they were to have taken part in this battle.
They swiftly gathered and withdrew behind Ria. As the Holy Light Cleric whom Archimonde had gravely wounded left, he even cast a contemptuous glance at the rigid demon.
Enraged, Archimonde wanted to unleash