A sword, a knife, a halberd, and three weapons were suspended behind Muria, with thunder and flames lingering on them. The young man with black hair and golden eyes looked down at the undead surrounding the paladin.
Because the lich that left a mark on their souls has been killed and they have lost their restraints, some of the undead cannot control the temptation of killing the Holy Spirit and rush towards the paladins, while others with higher intelligence,
After seeing his master being easily killed, he began to flee crazily into the distance.
However, no matter what choice he made, he would end up with the same outcome. Muria stood in the air, stretched out his hand and pressed down, with three exclusive weapons wrapped in thunder and flames. Following Muria's gestures, he moved towards the surrounding paladin.
The undead crashed down.
Where the three weapons fell, the mid-level and high-level undead, gargoyles, dark knights, and abominations under the Lich... let out fearful wails, and then turned into ashes. Then, thunder, dragon flames, and hurricanes burst out from the three weapons,
Sweeping towards the remaining undead.
The paladins stared blankly at the young man with black hair and golden eyes in the sky. In the ten breaths since the Lich appeared, everything that could threaten them had been cleared away by the young man in front of them.
"Thank you for your help!" When Muria fell from the sky, the paladin leader bowed slightly to Muria. Although he didn't know who he was, he did save them. Otherwise, they would be like this
A team of paladins also ended up being wiped out.
"It should be." Muria stretched out her hand, took back her weapon, and then looked at the seven haggard paladins who were protected in the middle of the team.
There are many dried corpses around them. Through the armor on their bodies and the weapons in their hands, their identities can be confirmed. They are all paladins who burned their lives and died of exhaustion.
"Crack!" "Crack!"... Muria stepped on the corpses of the undead on the ground and walked towards the seven paladin who were no longer enveloped by the light of divine magic. Three of the paladin held them in their arms with one hand.
Holding a baby because their other hand needs to hold a sword.
Looking at these seven scarred paladins, Muria took a deep breath and asked with a very heavy heart: "Where are the others in your team?"
"They have all died in battle!" A paladin with a haggard appearance and some withered muscles on his face said harshly.
"Is this the one you rescued?" Muria pointed to the child in their arms.
"Yes, we are too incompetent. We sacrificed so many companions to rescue three children. We originally brought more than a hundred people out of the city, but we failed to protect them." The paladin's face was filled with bitterness and guilt.
He said, "We can't save them."
"..." Muria was silent and looked around. The ground was full of wreckage and broken corpses. In addition to the corpses of dozens of paladins, there were also some scattered pieces of blood-stained cloth and stumps, which seemed to be explaining something.
"I don't blame you." Muria looked at the broken arm at his feet on the ground, holding a long sword and refusing to let go. It was covered with traces of being bitten by ghouls, "You have tried your best.
"
"I'm too weak. It would be great if I had gold-level strength." A paladin who was also burning his life and could only be said to be still alive bowed his head and expressed his regret: "In this way, not only can I kill more
You can kill the undead and burn my soul, maybe I can save one or two more people."
Muria silently watched the surrounding paladins who had just entered the Kingdom of Bavaria dismount and collect the corpses of their companions, or use their swords to split the bodies of ghouls and abominations, trying to find the remains of their companions and piece together the complete corpses...
…
"Your Excellency, can I ask you something?" Not long after, several gold-level paladins came to Muria.
"Say."
"Can you please take these three children and these seven companions out?"
"That's it?" Muria was slightly startled. He originally thought that these paladins would ask him to join the team, but he never expected that it would be such a simple request.
"If it's convenient, please take the remains of our companions out too!"
"Then what are you going to do?" Muria couldn't help but asked.
"Of course, keep going." The leader said in a matter-of-fact tone. "Their team has rescued three children, we can't be worse than them!"
"At the cost of sacrificing three hundred of the best paladins to save three children." Muria was silent, this kind of price...
"Your Excellency?" Seeing Muria's silence, a paladin shouted tentatively.
"You don't need to call me Your Excellency. My name is Muria. You can just call me by my name."
"Your Excellency Muria, how have you considered our request?"
"Why don't you invite me to join you?" Muria looked at the three holy warriors in front of them who were shrouded in the light of divine magic and could not see their faces clearly.
"Your Excellency Muria, you are not a human being!"
"no."
"Entering the Kingdom of Bavaria to rescue our compatriots, we will not ask for help from any race."
"Because this is going to die!" Another paladin added, "And there are also consequences of soul corruption. Even we paladins have many people who are unwilling to enter, so how can we ask others?"
"I agree to your request, and I will take them and the remains of your companions out safely." Muria's heart palpitated slightly when she heard the paladin's answer, and she agreed to their request.
All the paladins saw his powerful fighting power just now, but no one asked him to join, and no one told him that with greater power comes greater responsibility.
Ask yourself heartily, how many people would be willing to do good deeds if they could not guarantee their own safety? If doing good deeds to save others would result in death, would anyone still be willing?
What if the consequences of doing good deeds to save others are not only death, but also the pain of falling into the eighteenth level of hell after death? Are there still people willing to do good deeds? Muria doesn't know if there were such people in the past life.
But in Aiolia in the world of Erathia, he can say with absolute certainty: Yes! Because in front of him stood a group of people who were willing to endure the most painful torture in the eyes of mortals for their beliefs.
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"what happened?"
"Those undead souls are rushing into the depths of the fog, and something seems to be attracting them."
"Someone just rushed in with those holy warriors. They flew in from the sky. At least they were gold level."
...After Muria followed the paladin team into the gray fog of the undead, the crowd seeing him off immediately exploded, and the kingdom's army on the fortress wall finally responded.
The sacred defense barrier specifically against the undead was opened, the ballista was cocked, and a magic guided cannon was charged and activated, entering a state where it can be fired immediately...