"They're ...... again"

The wind whipped up the sand in the sky, and the waves beat against the tiny camp. There are only a few dozen of 100 loyal and mysterious knights who have traveled from Ilmar to the Inori Desert to camp here. The skeleton undead didn't give them any respite, and fought back just after the last battle.

"Pick up your weapons!" Helga yelled at several mysterious knights outside the camp, "Don't let them defile the sacred altar of the Three Saints here!"

"For the sake of the Three Saints!" a mysterious knight screamed, slashing into the sandstorm with his own oil-smeared sword. I heard a few screams in the wind and sand, and a skull fell in front of everyone, followed by various chopping sounds. When the fog cleared, dozens of skeletal spirits in full armor and holding shields and swords stood next to the corpse of the mysterious knight, with only a strange ghost fire in their empty eye sockets, staring indifferently at all the frightened faces not far away.

"Ah......h

"Fire!" Priest Mirto stood behind a group of mysterious knights, holding a black scepter in his hand, raising it high into the sky, and then urging the divine power of his whole body, using the power of the three saints to create a flood of flames. The flames had only one goal, and that was to incinerate the immortal bodies of the dead.

Suddenly, a raging fire broke out on the skeletons' bodies. The burning undead are expressionless and expressionless, as their movements are gradually slowed down by the fire, and the flames continue to add to the remaining skeletons that are not on fire, burning in waves. But that doesn't stop them. Soon, the undead carrying the flames rushed to the shield of the mysterious knight who stood in the way.

"Kill!"

I don't know which one suddenly yelled, and all the mysterious knights slashed like crazy. The undead didn't slow down in the slightest, sometimes their arms, thighs, or parts of their bodies were cut off, but the rest of them were still struggling to attack. Soon. There was a scream from the front group, and the mysterious knight's shield line began to move back.

"Mist Hunter!" Helga commanded the Mist Hunters standing in the back row to draw their bows and shoot arrows, and let them release the domesticated saber-toothed tigers. The ferocious beasts, accompanied by a barren bolt of arrows, swooped down on the enemy on the left and right flanks. As soon as the saber-toothed tiger encountered the skeletons, it immediately jumped up and crushed their skulls, and the arrows easily pierced their hard Celestial Spirit Cover.

Helge picked up his silver scepter, a beautiful silvery-white scepter made of silver with priestly runes engraved by the archbishop himself, unique in all of Varana. The holy and noble scepter is capable of destroying all undead, including the skeletons in front of them.

"Three saints, bless us. She knelt on the sacred carpet in front of the altar, clasped her hands together, and frantically cleared her mind of distractions. The screams and beatings on the periphery must be left behind. Prayer......

The silver scepter beside her gradually glowed with a silvery white glow, and slowly rose into the air until it reached the top of the altar. Subsequently, everyone present who noticed the scene saw a strange phenomenon occur—a white phantus gradually appeared. She hovered in front of Helga, stretched out one of her fingers, and lightly touched Helga's forehead, who was kneeling and closing his eyes.

The "Three Saints......" Mirto was almost speechless by the sight in front of him, "Nivarel, great god ......"

"God has appeared!"

The knights and misty hunters turned their heads to stare at the vague phantom.

"It's the great Nivarel ......"

Helga's skin grew pale, and she snorted, and the scepter flashed with light. Strange shadows burrowed into the bodies of mysterious knights, mist hunters, and domesticated saber-toothed tigers who were still fighting. All the creatures, except for the abominable undead, immediately paused, and then burst out with a tremendous momentum from top to bottom, frantically pounced on the screaming undead with far more strength than usual.

The weapon of a human, the sharp teeth of a saber-toothed tiger, shimmered like a diamond. Before the sharp teeth of the weapons could touch the skeletons' bodies, the undead's movements and attack speed immediately slowed. All of Ilmari's soldiers and war pets had done far more damage to the skeletons than they had just done. Soon, the mysterious knight who stood in the way cooperated with the Mist Hunter and the Sabertooth Tiger to push the undead back.

Helgo went limp and fell to the ground, and Mirto hurried to help her.

"Commander, are you alright?"

Helge coughed a few times, his eyes were dazed, and his head was heavy, as if he was about to fall unconscious. Mirto picked up his scepter, asked the Three Saints for divine powers at the altar, and then gave her healing.

Helga suddenly came to his senses, his slender hands holding the silver scepter that had fallen from the sky, and was helped to his feet by Milto.

"Commander, we have won. ”

Helga looked at the disorganized army and sighed.

"This is just the beginning...... Sir, go and ask them to count the number of people. ”

The 40-year-old priest, still faithful, nodded, and walked towards the gathering army with his black scepter.

Helge felt a wave of weakness, not from his body, but from his inner worries and fears. She looked at the humble altar in front of her again, then walked slowly, resting her hand on the rectangular stone pier covered with red cloth, and closing her eyes.

She was only 18 years old, with a long neck, arms, and overall skin, and her skin was a little too white, and she looked as if she was malnourished. To fight the undead, she cut her blonde curls into a short one, covering only her ears. Even though she was born in New Garand, the Three Saints chose her in the dark - she was a priest who could mobilize the power of the Three Saints - and Helga was so talented that she was sent to the Crystal Palace of Nivaran at the age of 12 to study. Just after winter and before spring fell, Queen Ilmari summoned her and asked her to lead an army of 100 men to the Inori Desert on a mission.

She still remembers the glittering palace, and she still remembers the promise she made at that time: if you don't succeed, you will succeed. But when she came to this harsh climate, she had to rethink her difficult situation. There are a large number of undead lurking in it, and after killing wave after wave, wave after wave endlessly. The strength of his side has to be weakened every time, but the other side is fighting more and more fiercely. She suspected that the undead might have a dedicated commander directing the filthy skeletons to attack the sacred camp. But she had no way to confirm it, and even if she did, she couldn't go and kill the man behind it. In the end, the size of this army has now been reduced by more than half, and it has been pushed into a corner, neither advancing nor retreating. Helge had to ask the Three Sages every day for a way to break the game, but the answers he got were always so vague and elusive.

Mirto counted the rest of the people, saw Helg standing in front of the altar with his eyes closed, and did not go over to disturb him, but told everyone to return to their posts and take care of everything in the increasingly frequent attacks.

Helga didn't move, as if she was asleep, but her mind was clear. There were all kinds of voices in her ears, memories of the battle she had just left, and the whispers of the Three Saints to her.

The ethereal voice of "Instant ......" seems to appear in the unfathomable sky.

"That is...... What?, God, what do you want to tell me?" Helge muttered to himself.

"Stick to ......"

"Understand, God, I promised the queen that I would not return until I completed my mission......"

"Come ......"

"Come?" Helge frowned. "God, who's coming? God?"

"That...... Final...... Savior ......"

"The ultimate savior?"

The sound dissipated.

Helga opened his eyes. She looked back at the exhausted soldiers as they sorted out their weapons, their eyes staring blankly.

"Commander, we only have 25 people left, six Mystic Knights, two Mist Hunters, and five Saber-toothed Tigers. Mirto stood behind her and whispered.

"He told me. Helge muttered to himself.

"What? who told you? What did you tell you?" said Mirto.

"He, Seram the Wise, the Great God, one of the Three Saints......"

"What?" Mirto walked up to Helga, his face shocked. "Helge, tell me what he said?"

Helge shook his head, his eyes lit up. She looked calmly into Mirto's face.

And so on. ”