She is no stranger to the undead.

The books of the Church of San Leon contain knowledge of such "inanimate things." They can be puppets made by wizards, products of curses, extensions of immortal obsessions, or aggregates in special circumstances. Generally speaking, they are considered demonic creatures - because magic, which replaces the original blood, nerves, and organs, and provides them with the power to move. And for the most part, they have a variety of defects compared to real life, ranging from physical to sane.

This definition is not absolute. The 'resurrected' old Hans she had seen in the North, and even the Empire's 'Undead Army' and the Crow Knights might all fall into it. Created by Edda's divine arts, they are more perfect than imitations of wizards, and some of their qualities are even superior to those of ordinary creatures. She had heard Lily say that the fallen "Lord of Heaven" had the ideal of creating a perfect life. And Kulen Dahl, who claims to be a follower of Edda, makes nothing more than a poor imitation.

The question is, what are these in front of you?

She had never seen anything that, even if it had been chopped to pieces, still alive and alive, whether it was a creature or an undead. In a sense, this is progress – but with a lot of malice. At least from another perspective, Elena would rather die peacefully than become like this.

If this is also the creation of Fermir Stark, then he is indeed a genius madman. The girl thought in disgust, and her footsteps did not stop.

Herman was one step ahead of her. Three enemies rushed at him with axes, and the soft walls of light encircled his body, allowing them to slash with their axes, but there was not a single ripple. The Templar then drew his sword and easily severed the arm of one man, which struggled to crawl towards him, also blocked from the wall of light.

He looked down at the severed arm at his feet and whispered a prayer. A roar fell from the sky, and the platinum flames enveloped the three people besieging him, but nothing else affected anything. Including the severed arm, the three bodies that did not know life and death quickly burned out in the flames, leaving only milky white dust.

"Knights, protect yourselves with the Sanctuary!" White-robed Bishop Albert floated in the air, his voice echoing from behind, "Battle Monk, cleanse the evil spirits with holy flames!" ”

The soldiers did as they were told, but as Elena had seen, the effect was lower than expected. The sanctuary unfolded by ordinary knights was obviously not so strong, and it was okay to stop the wriggling limbs, but it couldn't stop the sharp axes that were swinging with all their might; Most of the monks of the Lord of Light prefer protection and blessing magic, and they don't dare to attack at will like Herman—the Holy Flame is indistinguishable from friend and foe.

Elena stepped into battle quickly, slashing her fingertips with the dagger at her waist and smearing a trail of blood on the tip of her hammer as she watched the soft orange flame ignite. She raised her light shield, parried an oncoming axe, and slammed her hammer into her opponent's chest. Flames spread from there, engulfing the Saatchi entirely. He fell silently, no longer moving, his clothes intact, and the orange flame slowly extinguished.

It was taught to her by Shirley, and there was some technique close to the occult arts. Blood itself is limited in power, and as an extension of itself, it is an excellent medium for spells—often only exorcism that can be applied to oneself and thus given to others. The silver sword tilted its head and glanced at her with a complicated look.

"Shirley taught you...... If you can learn it, that's fine. He whispered, and threw himself into battle without looking back.

The tone of Herman's words was a bit odd, but time did not allow for much thought. She knocked down several more enemies, and the knights began to regroup their formations and defenses. Compared to the initial chaos, there are still knights who fall from time to time, but the number of enemies 'dead' is gradually increasing. Compared with the highly trained Church Army, the 'warriors' of the Thatchi people, although they are not afraid of death, still have a gap in strength-

The roar came again. This time it was no longer a wolf howl, but a sharp roar, a roar and a thunderous roar. Huge crows swept overhead, swooping down on the white-robed bishop farther behind; The giant, more than five meters tall, stepped out of the dense forest, holding a sharp blade in each of its four arms, and slashed towards Herman like a windmill, but was taken by the "Silver Sword".

Others weren't so lucky.

Lion-headed creatures wielding two-handed greatswords swept across the battlefield, unrivaled everywhere they passed—even the blessed steel plate armor could not stop the seemingly easy swing of the greatsword. The mountain-like white bear strode up, and when the soles of its feet hit the ground, it was as if the whole world was shaking. It flicked its forelimbs, easily knocking everything in its way, picked up a knight, shook its head, and spat it aside.

"It's not as good as venison." It muttered, "And the teeth." ”

Elena remembered Lily's hometown and her companions in the story. She stepped forward and stared into the bear's eyes, "Are you Baili?" Or the White River? ”

"Do you recognize me?" The bear stopped, stomping one of the knights trying to attack it to the bottom of his feet, "Bring me something good, lest I eat you!" ”

It seems to be in vain, Elena thought. I don't know how the bear who is said to be 'married' in the original world is doing...... It doesn't matter. The most urgent thing at the moment is to find out why Lily Nono is willing to go with Fermier, even ...... Help him create the 'immortal things' in front of him.

"Is September with you?" The girl took a deep breath and shouted with a hint of expectation, "You call her over, and I'll give you food!" ”

"She's not here." Bai Xiong shook his head vigorously, "What are you looking for her?" ”

Elena hesitated for a moment, but still spoke: "In your opinion, September she ...... Isn't it different? ”

"What do you mean? She's not fat at all! And she doesn't get old. ”

"Femir was with her. She's always ...... Don't like that person, right. Moreover, she hates war. ”

"I don't know, and I'm too lazy to think about it." The white bear lowered his head and licked the knight at his feet, "September is September." I trust her because she always brings me something to eat. This time it will be. He glared at Elena with round dark eyes, "I've answered you so much, so what about the delicious?" ”

He was answered by a lightning bolt, before the girl had time to say anything.

The white bear retreated with agility that did not match its size, and the lightning struck the ground between the two 'people', scattering and disappearing. There was a scorching smell in the air, and the roar was deafening.

"You lied to me!" The huge white bear roared, his voice full of grievances, "If you don't give me food, you still use lightning to slash me, it's too far worse than September!" ”

Elena didn't have time to deal with his complaints. She looked up and saw hundreds of figures floating above the sky. The men were dressed in delicate and simple silver-white robes, and the piping at the bottom fluttered in the wind in the night sky, shining like a galaxy of stars.

A group of wizards of the Elna.

The girl took a soft breath. The number of wizards she'd seen since birth was less than half of the number in front of her. Streams of magic gathered from their hands, turning into flames, thunderbolts, and dazzling flashes. They avoided the cult and burned the Saatchi warriors—whole and scattered—to ashes.

A door of light unfolded not far behind her. Bell and his team were the first to step out the door, followed by Kylo, Ann, Elio, and the Erna woman with a silver crown on her head and a pure white dress. Two Imperial sergeants flanked Ann, followed by the crowned female followed by four heavily armed Erna guards, their sturdy half-body armor glowing against the silver light.

With the exception of Kylo and the Elna, all of them have traces of the battle. The young knight's face was covered in blood, and his armor was damaged in many ways. He clenched the long sword in his hand, and his tone was full of unwillingness.

“…… Ariel, you bastard...... When I get better, next time ......"

None of that matters anymore. Elena's gaze fell on Kylo Russell—she recognized who it was. The wise general of the empire had a solemn face and walked slowly, as if the war around him had nothing to do with him. He walked a dozen steps to the side, placing the female body he was holding flat on the ground, and then slowly got up.

The girl looked nervously at the still open door, just in time to see Grum emerge from it. This made her feel relieved and a little guilty at the same time.

By the time she returned her gaze to the battlefield, the Thatchi army had begun to retreat, and she didn't know whether she had received orders from her instinct or by whom. The "gods of the world" also departed one after another. The white bear glanced at her, as if he wanted to ask for a good 'reward', but he got two other lightning strikes. He growled indignantly, turned around, and walked briskly into the forest.

Help me tell September that we're waiting for her to come back - Bell, Ann, Elio, Groom, and Alphons, who is nowhere. Elena shouted, but the explosions buried her voice.

There seemed to be a flash of light on the right, and she turned her face slightly. The Templar's "Seventh" sword was in his chest, and a dazzling pillar of silver-white light pierced into the sky. Herman hung his head slightly, his lips closed as if in prayer. For some reason, Elena knew what was going to happen.

She lifted her steps and tried to run towards Herman, but it was too late.

The dark clouds that covered the sky were split through it, and the sword of light slashed straight through the rift like a long river. It avoided the combined forces of the Church and the Elna, and pierced through the deep forest, reflecting the silvery figure as large as a hill running with its back to her.

In the next moment, the sturdy body, which was strong enough to withstand swords and spells, was neatly divided into two sections on the left and right.

They took a few steps forward with inertia, and then the light faded, and the trees engulfed everything again. The Thatchi people also fled into the woods, as silent as they had come, like ghosts. When the knights reached the edge of the forest, they stopped and turned to find their comrades in need and examine the remains left on the battlefield.

As Herman approached her, Bell was bragging to her about the Golden Spike experience, how he stood at the top of the stairs and held back the Elna guards who were several times larger. Ann Saint Violet sat peacefully under a tree, her sketchbook spread out on her lap and her charcoal in her hand dancing. Old Beron-Grum took the wine bag from his waist, took a sip, and poured a little more into the soil—a prayer to the spirits of the earth to bless the souls of the departed.

Elena looked up at the Templars, who were much older and slightly older than her. She felt a little sad, but she didn't know for whom. Herman seemed to read her thoughts, and raised his hand to her shoulder.

"Everything is deserved for everyone." He said.

"What about Lily." The girl whispered, "In your opinion, she deserves it...... What is it? ”

"I don't know. Perhaps the Lord of History knows, and there is the Lord of the Heart, but they never say much. Herman shook his head slowly, his gaze looking at the pure white woman who was talking to Kylo farther east, "Don't worry, no matter what, the future will always come." ”

He walked towards Kylo, with Elena behind him. The mist had cleared, and the sky had just broken down.