Mount and Blade System: Start from Pioneer Lords.

Chapter 462 The Remains of the Saints

This sudden change caused the remaining Lich Kings to abandon their attack and immediately gather together, cautiously watching the frost giant and the human who had broken in.

He feared that his fate would be as tragic as Theodore's.

Fatil slumped to the ground, her face ashen, barely breathing. Her bishop's robes were stained with blood, and the severe depletion of her holy light made it almost impossible for her to catch her breath.

"Damn it! Who hurt my Fatil? I'll cripple this little bastard!" Li Wei rushed forward and hugged Fatil tightly, then looked at the Lich Kings: "Is it you, you green-faced old pickled cucumber, or you idiot? Huh?!"

He somewhat regretted wasting time in the palace sparring with Harland, that idiotic swordsmanship. If he had known he would cripple his father-in-law with a slap, he wouldn't have been late.

The main reason was that he didn't expect Saint Ego to be so useless. Despite his illustrious reputation, he couldn't even stop several Lich Kings. His reputation was far too low.

"Li Wei, I just overexerted my Holy Light, my injuries aren't actually that serious." Fatil coughed violently again, and a few drops of blood spilled from the corner of his mouth.

Li Wei was heartbroken and immediately used a healing spell. With the blessing of his profound holy light cultivation, this minor divine spell that every paladin knew also possessed great power, instantly making Fatil and the surrounding paladins and priests look much better. However, the overdrawn holy light could not be restored.

Unless there is a potion that can restore elemental power, the only way to recover is through the slow passage of time.

"Li Wei, weren't you in the Persian Gulf Empire? What are you doing here?"

Fatil finally had time to ask the question she so desperately wanted to know.

This is what everyone present most wants to know right now.

Could it be that this High Cliff Fortress Dragon Knight stayed in Debe all along and did not go to war with the expeditionary force?
“We encountered the Abyss Demons in the Persian Gulf Empire. When we tried to request reinforcements, we found that we had completely lost contact with Debe. Everyone sensed that something was wrong. In addition, some problems arose in the Wilderness, so I rushed back alone to check the situation. I didn’t expect that there really was a bunch of scoundrels causing trouble.” Li Wei briefly explained the general situation.

Lagrass kept its eyes down, knowing it had already "surrendered," and the little rascal was definitely not talking about it.

The Lich Kings, however, showed no reaction to these words and fell silent, deciding to observe the situation first.

After all, Theodore was blown up by the opponent with a wave of his hand. This direct sense of oppression made them realize that this Dragon Knight was not just a name without substance and was worth taking seriously.

Even Azrael, who had been standing on the back of the undead dragon, temporarily stopped his fight with Ego.

The Holy Light Church was overjoyed and incredulous at the prospect of surviving such a catastrophe.

The priests and paladins looked at the figure who descended like a god, at the saintess in his arms whose breath was weak but clearly improving, and then at Theodore the Iron King, who had not even been reduced to ashes. A surge of scalding heat instantly dispelled the biting despair.

That was hope, that was the dazzling holy light that suddenly cleaved through the darkness in a desperate situation, that was their Templar Knight, he had returned!
"It's Lord Li Wei!"

"His Majesty the Holy One has returned!!"

"Holy Light above, the Holy See is saved!"

A series of low cheers erupted as nerves stretched to their limit suddenly relaxed. Many people collapsed to the ground, almost exhausted, but their eyes regained their sparkle.

Meanwhile, the Lich Kings were gripped by a bone-chilling cold and a sense of utter uncertainty.

The dark green soul flames in Vali's eye sockets flickered wildly, and Farin's knuckles made a slight grinding sound as he gripped his staff tightly.

That seemingly casual slap contained terrifying holy light and a destructive power so pure it burned even the deepest recesses of their souls—it was far beyond anything an ordinary legend could match.

Although Theodore was caught off guard, its defense and strength were among the best of them all, and yet it was gone just like that.

Azrael still stood atop the undead dragon, the shadow beneath his hood seeming even deeper, the invisible pressure like solidified ice enveloping the entire center of the battlefield.

It didn't move, but Li Wei's appearance clearly disrupted its original rhythm.

The lord glanced at the Lich Kings floating in the sky. There were five Lich Kings in total, all wearing different styles of robes and with very distinctive appearances. What they had in common was that their eyes only flickered with soul fire, a characteristic of the undead. One of them stood on the back of a huge undead dragon, looking down at the crowd.

This guy was fighting Ego Saint to a standstill earlier; he should be the Pale Hand Azrael that Ubigail mentioned, who can use "Nebula Chain Lightning".

However, this number is different from what Ubigail said. There are still two Ayatollah leaders missing. Where did they go?

"My lord, that thing is in the hands of that insect on the back of that undead dragon. The Lich King is an evil creature, there is no need to show mercy. Don't waste time with them, just kill them all." A glint of greed flashed in Ragras's eyes. He couldn't hold back any longer when faced with the Titan Diamond so close to him. He took the initiative and hurled the "Extreme Ice Spear" that he had gathered in his hand.

Upon seeing the frost giant actually attack, the Lich Kings high in the sky had an "instant change of expression".

Frost giants are extremely powerful magical creatures, proficient in ice elemental magic. Even if they do nothing, they can naturally step into the epic realm.

This frost giant was clearly at least a thousand years old, and probably had long since reached the legendary level. Having been immersed in this level for a long time, its combat power could not be regarded as ordinary.

Immediately, two Lich Kings chanted in unison in the sky, and as the incantation ended, a massive bone shield appeared in front of them.

With bone fragments and ice shards flying everywhere, the attack was ultimately blocked.

However, they immediately raised their position without making a sound. The frost giants' power is indeed beyond doubt, but they have a fatal flaw.

That means it can't fly!

Only the Sky Giants and Thunder Giants have the ability to fly; other giants can only measure the earth with their feet.

These were not secrets at all; the Lich Kings, who were all mages in their lifetimes, naturally knew them all too well.

This infuriated Lagras, who felt like a castrated goblin encountering a promiscuous harpy.

“Livi, I know you, Dragon Knight of Debe, newly recruited Templar. Join us, and you will have the same status as me.” Azrael stood atop the undead dragon, a gentle breeze ruffling its hood, and a hoarse voice came from beneath the dark hood: “I admire you.”

These words left the Lich Kings somewhat incredulous.

You have to understand, they transformed into the Lich King a thousand years ago and joined the Salvation Council, becoming Bishop Mujtahid. But Azrael promised this human that as long as he joined, he would make him the leader of the Ayatollah. Why?
"I also think you're quite good. Why don't you come and follow me?" the lord replied with a smile.

Since others had praised him, Li Wei naturally chose to reciprocate. However, it was clear that neither of them were genuinely praising the other; each had their own ulterior motives.

Azrael said hoarsely, "Livi, let me tell you the truth, this calamity of the undead is different from the past. Your Debe and even the entire material world are destined to fall. The earth will be stained with blood, and all forces will be wiped out."

Before waiting for a response, it continued, "This is fate. No one can defy fate. You never know how powerful your real opponent is. Join us and you will survive and climb higher peaks."

Azrael had no intention of fighting this dragon knight whose strength was unclear, not to mention that there was a saint watching him closely.

Anyway, the goal this time is not to fight to the death with these guys. Since we can't completely annihilate that saint here, we can just settle for the next best thing and achieve our objective.

"You undead are so confident? You actually dare to say you've fallen into the material world. Have you forgotten how your necromancers disappeared?" Li Wei didn't rush to make a move. He really wanted to hear what these undead had to say and see if he could dig out any valuable information.

After all, not everyone is as cowardly as Ubigail, the Lich King, but unfortunately, this new Lich King doesn't know much about it either.

Otherwise, the lord wouldn't bother wasting time here with these guys.

The Ayatollah leader of the Salvation Society said hoarsely, "The elemental tides are coming, the ancient gods have appeared in the world. How can a plan that has been in the works for tens of thousands of years be changed by a few people? The ending was already destined."

The lord's heart sank. These guys were so confident, could it be that some evil god had really been resurrected? And how strong were these evil gods? How much stronger were they than that demon prince of the abyss?

After all, the only person Li Wei had ever met and who left a deep impression on him was that demon prince.

To be honest, he was no match for that demon prince back then.

Although he has now advanced to the legendary level and possesses two extraordinary talents, greatly increasing his strength, he still has no idea what to expect since he has never actually fought a god.

Whether we can win or not, we'll only know after we've actually fought a match.

However, despite the guy in front of him being so arrogant, he felt that his strength was not as good as that of the demigod from the trial world.

"Blowbul, if a god truly appears in the world, then the Holy Light Goddess of my Holy Light Church will also descend to earth." The lord subtly probed for information.

Azrael did not answer the question, but only spoke of the power of those gods: "Levi, I admit you are strong, but compared to the gods you are like an ant that can be easily crushed. Join us and maybe you can also touch that level of power."

The Lich Kings fell silent; wasn't their transformation into hideous undead precisely for this purpose?

"I'm really curious to know how powerful these gods you've mentioned are, and who they are. Didn't you want me to join you? You should at least let me know something, tell me." Li Wei continued relentlessly, trying to get more information out of them.

Azrael didn't answer these questions at all, but said hoarsely, "Once you also become an undead, join us, and gloriously spread the ideals of the Salvation, you will naturally know these things."

"Go to hell!" The lord knew this guy was just stalling for time and couldn't get any useful information out of him, so he stopped giving him a friendly look and sneered, "Even if you don't tell me, I know you're stalling for time, and your purpose isn't hard to guess."

……

In the enormous basement, two hooded figures, concealing their forms, quietly entered this hidden area of ​​the Holy Light Church.

"According to the information, this should be the place."

A hoarse voice echoed in the darkness.

"I never imagined that the Holy Light Church still has a saint alive in the world, hehehe..."

"Don't waste time. If that saint discovers our true purpose, it might cause problems with our plan."

"Even if he knew, so what? Azrael has already gone to hold him off; there's no way he could stop us."

However, no more sounds came from the darkness, only the sound of footsteps on their way, until the two figures arrived in front of a huge bronze door.

Without any hesitation, the two began chanting spells.

A milky-white vortex appeared out of thin air on the open ground, and a dozen tall undead warriors, sensing the summons, slowly emerged from it.

The undead warriors summoned from the realm of the dead slightly moved their stiff bodies, walked straight to the huge bronze door, and slowly pushed it inside.

The bronze door was incredibly heavy; each undead warrior possessed the strength of a tiger, yet it took more than a dozen of them to push it open.

As the bronze door slowly opened, a burst of golden light suddenly shot out, instantly obliterating the undead warriors before they even had time to react.

The two figures seemed to have anticipated this, and calmly and slowly condensed a magical barrier to resist the onslaught of the golden light.

"There's a magic circle engraved here. It detected the presence of us undead and activated automatically."

“If it were just some necromancers coming here, they would definitely suffer a huge loss, but for us, it’s a piece of cake,” one of them said, chanting a spell that accurately struck the hidden patterns of the magic circle, and the golden light vanished in an instant.

Every Lich King was a master of magic in his lifetime, and naturally had a deep understanding of magic circles. Destroying the patterns of a magic circle, preventing its magic from flowing, and rendering it ineffective was not difficult for them.

If someone were in control of this powerful magic circle, it would be much more difficult for them to break through it.

As the bronze door slowly opened, the scene inside came into view.

This is a huge temple, with crystals emitting a milky white light all around providing daylight, and various esoteric texts engraved on the walls.

In the center of the temple was a huge pool of holy water, the water of which was crystal clear. In the pool, a man with his upper body naked was leaning against the wall, his eyes closed.

The man was nearly six meters tall, with a golden sun mark on his forehead, palms, and chest, radiating a soft light as if containing endless holy power.

This is the body of the twelfth saint, Saint Ego!
That is also the real goal of their industry.

"As expected of a saint, even after thousands of years, the holy light emanating from him has not dissipated. It shines as brightly as the sun, as if it wants to burn me to ashes." One of the Lich Kings couldn't help but exclaim.

(End of this chapter)