Thinking of this, Diego glanced back at the phalanx of the Forsaken, and at the front of the queue, Old Norman looked calm and unusual.

At this moment, the priests' service was finally coming to an end, and the prayers became louder.

“…… to save us from uncleanness and pestilence. In the name of the Holy Light, fill this water with light and righteousness, eliminate the evil power of the enemy, eradicate the distorted and filthy undead, destroy the chaotic and depraved demons, and use the power of the Lord of Light to purify the darkness of the polluted world and judge the life and death of sinners! ”

The priests finally finished their prayers and sprinkled the salt in their hands into the barrels. The water in the bucket shimmered slightly, as if there was sunlight rippling in it, and the salt grains slowly sank between them, like a little starlight, gradually melting with the sunlight.

By this time, the vision above the barrel had also dissipated, and everything seemed to be back to normal.

The tired priests and paladins gasped and stepped aside, letting more than twenty strong minotaurs come to the altar, hey-yo-yo carried the large iron bucket to the side of the canal, and then slowly poured the holy water into the canal. The sunlight shines on the slowly draining water curtain, reflecting a rainbow-like halo, dazzling and beautiful.

In the exclamations of the crowd, the holy water was quickly poured in. However, compared to the wide canal, the little water in the iron bucket was so insignificant that it did not even raise the water by an inch.

Old Norman, who had been waiting by the canal, put his index finger into the canal and stirred it, and then took it out again. He brought his finger to his eyes and looked at it, his bruised skin was now darkened, as if it had been burned by smoke and fire, and he flicked his finger lightly, shaking the thin layer of ash foam off his fingertips.

"It's not enough, this concentration of holy water can make me feel uncomfortable at most, but it will hardly hurt me much."

The faces of the people who were originally full of anticipation suddenly fell. Everyone knew that while the impact of the water alone could crush the Scourge Legion in the Psychic Academy, it might not be able to kill them. These undead creatures that don't need to breathe can survive for years even if they are buried under the soil.

"Maybe let me try!" It was in the midst of this gloom that Diego suddenly stepped forward.

"Who are you?" High Priest Madonelle asked with some displeasure, and then, without waiting for the other party to answer—in fact, she didn't care who the young man was—she directly rejected the hunter in leather armor, "This can't be, you're not even a priest!" ”

Although Diego's reputation for bravery and good fighting has spread during a series of battles in the Western Plaguelands, his glorious title of dragon slayer and fellow saint has not yet spread in the north, and many people do not know about his previous deeds, and the reputation of the Chosen One is far less than that of the Chosen One when he was in the south. In the eyes of the senior pastors, the stakes are too high for this unknown person to be so playful.

"No, let him try!" Tirio Fording said suddenly. In the eyes of this guilt-ridden father, this child has already brought him too many surprises, so what if he is willful again? Even if it fails, it won't waste much time.

Coincidentally, there are many others who think the same way as him, albeit for different reasons.

"Let him try!" Itreg nodded and said.

"Let him try, maybe a miracle will happen!" Old Norman said hoarsely.

"Let him try, I trust him, ever since he got me out of the prison of the Undercity!" Brian Brass said in a gruff voice.

"Let him try, let him try!" His companions, Bloodspear, Dezko, and Masrae, also shouted loudly.

"Let him try, we believe him!" The soldiers of the Storm Whip shouted loudly. They have almost reached the point of blind obedience to Diego.

"Let him try!" More people shouted in a hurry, and at last almost everyone who had heard his name shouted, and the roar echoed through the crowd like thunder, until at last it converged into a neat sentence.

"Let him try!"

Madonelle looked at the boiling crowd with some surprise, she couldn't figure out how it had come to this, but she at least knew that it was inappropriate to stop the young man now.

She dodged to the side, out of the way to the altar.

But to her surprise, and to everyone's surprise, Diego did not go to the altar, but turned around and walked straight in the direction of the canal, where he finally came to a halt in the shallow water.

He stood in the water, then raised his right hand.

"In the name of the Holy Light, I hereby invoke the power of the Holy Light, gather the power of the Holy Light, glorify the power of the Holy Light, and pour it into holy water to cleanse all iniquity, purify all filth, and destroy all evil!" He could not remember the long prayers of the priests, nor was he familiar with the tedious rituals, but as if he had suddenly awakened, a prayer engraved in the depths of his soul suddenly appeared in his mind, and he unconsciously chanted it from his mouth.

The sky darkened!

The next moment, from the vast expanse of heaven, the light flowed down like a waterfall, falling towards the earth, and where the light passed, even the air seemed to be ignited, burning a straight path of light in the air!

Almost in the blink of an eye, the path of dazzling light had reached its end, and endless flames of light poured like a torrent on Diego's raised right hand, like a pillar of light between heaven and earth!

This blazing pillar of light that penetrated the heavens and the earth exuded a warm light, and even the rising sun was eclipsed in comparison, as if shining between the heavens and the earth was no longer the light of the sun, but the endless golden glow emitted by this pillar of light.

At the bottom of the pillar of light, a golden glow poured down from Diego's arm, through the wildly beating heart, down his shell, down his legs, into the canal.

In this moment, he seemed to be bathed in divine light, and the light erupted from his eyes, making him look like a god. A crown of light condensed above his head and then floated on it as if to crown it.

Around the altar, Madonelle's face turned red with excitement, and she stared at the giant pillar of light, her eyes full of fanaticism: "The Holy Light is above, and a miracle has finally been descended!" ”

Around him, the chests of the priests and paladins were about to explode with excitement. They roared feverishly, and exclaimed, "This must be the will of the Light!" This must be a harbinger of victory! We are destined to win this just battle! ”

In the surrounding phalanx, devout followers of the Holy Light had already begun to kneel and worship, shouting praises of this great miracle. Even the minotaurs, orcs, and dwarves who did not believe in the Holy Light couldn't help but look at all this with awe-inspiring eyes, and their hearts were full of shock. The Forsaken were far away from the Light from the Heavens, and they didn't even dare to look at the Light, and among them, some of the Forsaken who had believed in the Light bowed their heads sadly, weeping and praying for the Light's salvation!

The miraculous sight lasted for a full quarter of an hour before it suddenly ceased and dissipated into the sky. When they were finally able to look directly at the water again, they were shocked to find that the water in the channel had completely changed its appearance, as heavy and thick as mercury, and the massive power of holy light contained in it, making the entire canal look like a river of light.

Diego awoke from contact with the great power, and looked around with some dismay, and he saw Tirio walking towards him.

The paladin patted him on the shoulder with mixed emotions and asked with concern, "How is it?" You okay? ”

"It's fine!" Diego shook his arm, which was a little numb from the long lift, "I think, we can start the next step!" ”

Tirio nodded, and he waved his hand at Tyran Fordin, who was standing at the mouth of the cave, who grabbed the rope from the cave and pulled it three times in a row, then three more times.

As he pulled, a melodious bell rang out from the depths of the cave. After about a quarter of an hour, the five dwarves spun the wheel and slid out of the cave in a hanging basket.

"How long do you wait?" Before the basket could slide to the shore, Tyran asked impatiently.

"About a quarter and a half hours!" A dwarf shouted.

As soon as the words fell, a deafening roar came out of the cave, and the water in the channel kept rippling, and the light rippled and the golden scales danced. Immediately afterwards, even the earth trembled, and people were worried that it would cause a landslide, and all the work done was lost.

"That's your moment and a half?" Tyran roared loudly with an earthy face.

"Maybe it's a quarter of an hour, I must be mistaken!" The dwarf explained with a smirk.

The fears were quickly dispelled, as the water in the channel had begun to flow slowly and faster, and within a few minutes, the channel was already rushing and rushing. The rumbling sound of waterfalls came from inside the cave, and it was endless.

Everyone took a long breath of relief and relaxed. They listened with their ears to the faint wail coming from the cave, as if they were hearing the most beautiful music in the world.

The lake poured into the belly of the mountain until about three o'clock in the afternoon, until at last, when a loud belching sound sounded in the depths of the cave, and the flow of water ceased completely. By this time, the water level of the entire Daron Mill Lake had dropped by nearly three meters, and the canal was almost revealing the bottom of the drained canal.

After a few more moments, several shards of dark bones floated out of the depths of the cave.

A paladin waded through the shallow canal, scooped up a few pieces, and handed them to Tirio and the others, and Diego got a piece.

He took the bone in his hand and looked at it over and over again.

The bone was charred and blackened, as if it had been melted by fire, but unlike the bones that had actually been burned by fire, the surface of the bone was covered with dents and craters left by the dissolution of the acid, as if it had been soaked in an acid pool.

"That's what it looks like, it's indeed the remnants of the undead after being harmed by holy water." High Priest Madonelle nodded, finally confirmed. As an authority on exorcism, her conclusions are undoubtedly the most convincing.

"Rejoice, brothers, we have won!" Tirio turned and announced loudly to the crowd behind him. A smile that could no longer be suppressed bloomed from his face, and it was extremely bright.

The next moment, a deafening cheer erupted violently, like thunder rolling through the sky, shaking the air and trembling.