Like a lightning bolt tearing through the eternal darkness, in the thick darkness, a brilliant pillar of light rose to the sky, illuminating the frightened faces and the helpless hearts.

On the battlefield, everyone's eyes were attracted by the sudden rise of the holy light.

It is as if in the midst of endless darkness, endless despair, and endless fear, a lighthouse burns with a flash of light that breaks through the darkness and mist, giving comfort to the dazed soul, giving hope to the desperate, a light that gradually turns from a faint to a fiery light, not far from everyone, as if to release all the light and heat that has accumulated so far, shining with dazzling light.

This is...... O Holy Light.

After the initial confusion, there was a 'spirit' who sighed like this.

Then everyone was surprised to find that the undead who had climbed onto the ship howled and jumped back into the sea, and the walking corpses hovering under the water let go of the hull of the ship and rushed into the nether ship of the fleet array to turn around, and these undead spirits who were supposed to be afraid of the holy light actually developed a certain fanatical or hateful thought for this light, which even surpassed the hatred of the living beings, and overwhelmed the natural 'nature' of the deceased's desire for flesh and blood, making them seem to be crazy, and let go of the 'color' of despair that had 'revealed' their despair The spirits and pirates, roaring and roaring, surged wildly in the direction of the rising light, one after the other, even if they were burned by the blazing light.

Even the dullest 'spirit' knows it...... What did the paladin who unleashed the light want to do?

There were many 'elves' who covered their mouths and their eyes gradually filled with tears, they came from the detachment of Quislin, and they had a brief time with this strange paladin, so they began to tell their comrades who were surprised and puzzled about this paladin's story, about the rescue of one of his own fleets from the siege of the deep sea fleet, and about the capture of the pirate king in order to protect the 'elves' from the murder of Hyreddin...... The 'elves' who didn't know the truth also thought of tonight's well-organized and powerful battle, and thought of the elusive knights in black armor, and when they looked up at that light, their eyes were no longer free of their previous doubts and repulsion. [Novel]

The news was like wings, the sound of the trade winds, passed through the 'spirit' fleet, the ancient tree spirit had joined up with Quislin, the Bauhinia Thorn was the first warship to get out of trouble, according to the established battle plan, serving as the flagship, at this time they had gathered enough soldiers and warships to defeat a barely formed pirate force, and at this time they were shrinking their defense line to resist the frantic attack of the undead. They looked at the retreating undead spirits, the center of gravity of the entire battlefield had shifted, like a whirlpool, and the rising holy light twisted the endless undead in their direction with a strong centripetal force, like a large whirlpool composed of undead.

Quislin was a little distracted, and said softly, "He actually ...... Is it said that there is something to rely on? ”

Bauhina was silent for a moment, then denied, "No, I'd rather believe that it's the power of courage and mercy. Before that, in occasional small talk with her mother, she had said that there was a power in this world that could transcend anger and sorrow, break through the boundaries of light and darkness, and rise above the qiē...... Perhaps, now I see reads; ”

Sifania had been taken to a battleship by the Death Knights, and Miss Mage, under their escort, stared at the faint figure in the holy radiance, although she couldn't really see it, but she knew that the paladin must be smiling, calm and calm at this time. In this dream, he gained another possibility of life, he felt the power of the Holy Light, doubted the power of death, and the fact that the past was already doomed, and here he got a chance to start again...... This time, for him, the power of the necromancer was no longer passively accepted, but actively accepted.

Because of the loss of his memory, because of the determination and understanding of the power of death, he was able to rethink this power from a new perspective...... So in the end, he finally understood that even if the memories melted like ice and snow, and the passive recognition of the power of death in the past was buried deep in his heart, he would still make a choice, just like before-because from beginning to end, his power only came from his mercy and heart, whether it was the blazing light or the deep death qi swaying from his fingertips, whether as a necromancer or a paladin, whether the memories of the past were still in zài or not, he deeply loved this beautiful world and all good creatures, This is the nature of a person that will never disappear, whether as a paladin or a necromancer, they are doing the same thing.

Sifania seemed to see that in the void, two figures, one black and one white, were silently opposed, they had the same appearance, very different temperaments, diametrically opposed forces, a qiē gaze, a qiē regret, a qiē persistence, all turned into a thousand winds in the intense burning light, and the two sigma stretched out their hands at the same time, 'revealed' a warm smile, and then, their figures coincided, indistinguishable from each other.

Miss Mage heard the whispers and prayers of the spirits, saw the proud Royal Navy saluting in the direction of the rising light, she saw the commanders of the spirits commanding the fleet to restore the array, raise the sails, and send a new deployment to another fleet in the distance with the sound of the trade winds, and she saw a commander of the spirits landing not far away with a stern face, keeping a safe distance, asking her about Sigma, and that face was long gone.

Sifania cleaned up her mood and said softly, "Prepare to break through...... He said to stay here and wake up from his dream. ”

The spirit hesitated for a moment, as if to see something in Miss Mage's determined eyes, he glanced at the Holy Light in the distance, thoughtfully, and then strode away, Sifania looked at his back, then turned her head to look in the direction of Sigma, and said softly, "Did you see that...... You have planted a seed with your own hands, a seed that will allow the spirits and humans to understand each other, ease conflicts, and change prejudices. You have really done it, as you said, and perhaps in the future of the future, human beings and 'spirits' who have never known each other will have to put on military uniforms and meet each other on the sea for the sake of the hatred and prejudices that have been passed down from their ancestors......"

The wind played a long song, and the spirits sang an ancient tune, taking advantage of the light to lure the spirits away, the Royal Navy arranged the array as fast as possible, preparing to break out, the soldiers bandaged the wounded, placed the wounded, and then bent their bows and arrows, and the spirit ships completed their transformation, the sails were raised, and the brilliant holy light shone from behind them, dispelling the darkness of the sea.

The Wind Eagle and the Chimera soared into the sky, circling endlessly, and the Sky Knights 'shot' their blades and arrows, strangling the undead who had escaped from the single, and they occasionally glanced in the direction of the rising light, where the paladins still persisted, dispelling the arrogance and prejudice of the 'elves' with their warm light. Maybe tomorrow, the 'elves' will still remember the hatred of their ancestors and the negative impression of humans, but there is already a seed that has taken root in their hearts, and they will pass on today's events back to Summer Twilight Island, so that more and more 'elves' will remember the story of a paladin and remember today.

Remembering that under the starry sky after the holy light dispelled the dark clouds, the Royal Navy of the Midsummer Dynasty fought side by side with humans.