Chapter 289 The Villain Lady Arrives 117

Chapter 289 The Villain Lady Arrives 117

Alice hugged Aidan tightly, tears glistening in her eyes, but her expression was unusually firm.

"Aidan, we will not lose. Even if we are trapped in darkness, our hearts will always be towards the light." Her words were full of strength and hope, as if they could penetrate all despair and fear.

However, the reality was cruel. The men in black attacked without hesitation, and the sword light, arrows, and magic light intertwined, completely covering Alice and Aidan. Alice tried her best to use holy magic to defend herself, but her strength was almost exhausted and she could not resist such a fierce attack.

Finally, with a deafening roar, Alice and Aidan were captured by the black-clad men of the Dark Temple. Their figures gradually disappeared into the darkness, leaving behind only a devastated battlefield and endless despair and sadness.

"Alice... Aidan..." The residents in the market witnessed all this, they screamed and ran in fear, trying to escape from this place shrouded in darkness. However, the power of the Dark Temple had penetrated every corner, and they had nowhere to escape.

The messenger of the Dark Temple stood in the center of the battlefield, looking at the backs of Alice and Aidan being taken away, a satisfied smile flashed in his eyes.

"The battle between light and darkness has begun, and you are just a small stone in this war." His words were full of coldness and ruthlessness, as if he had already grasped the whole world in his hands.

However, what he didn't know was that in the hearts of Alice and Aidan, the belief and pursuit of light would never be extinguished. Even if they were trapped in darkness, they would do their best to struggle, resist, and pursue that faint light. Because they believed that as long as there was light in their hearts, they would never lose their way; as long as there was love in their hearts, they would never give up hope.

Deep in the Dark Temple, Alice and Aidan were imprisoned in a cold and damp dungeon. Their hands and feet were tightly locked with iron chains, unable to move at all. But their eyes were still firm and blazing, as if they could penetrate the thick stone walls and endless darkness.

"Aidan, what should we do?" Alice asked in a low voice, her voice full of worry and helplessness.

Aidan took a deep breath and tried to calm his emotions. "Alice, don't give up hope. We will definitely find a chance to escape." His words were full of determination and confidence, as if he had seen the light of hope for the future.

Alice nodded, and hope rekindled in her eyes. "Yes, we will definitely be able to escape. For the honor of the Church of Light, for the fate of the entire continent, and even more for the faith and pursuit in our hearts!"

When the news that Alice and Aidan were imprisoned in the Dark Temple spread to the Church of Light like wildfire, the archbishop was sitting in his solemn and ancient office, holding tightly in his hand an ancient stone slab inlaid with a golden cross. It was a holy object passed down in the Church of Light for thousands of years and was said to contain the protection and guidance of the gods.

Outside the window, the afterglow of the setting sun shone on his face, but could not illuminate the deep worry and anger in his eyes.

"This is simply a blasphemy against light!" The archbishop slammed the table, and the candlelight on the table swayed violently, as if even the light and fire were trembling at this injustice. "Alice and Aidan, they are the most outstanding saints and sons of our church, and they have suffered such a disaster!"

Outside the door, a burst of hurried footsteps interrupted his meditation. A young missionary rushed in breathlessly, knelt on the ground, and said in a trembling voice: "Archbishop, the news has been confirmed. Saint Alice and Saint Aidan have indeed been captured by the Dark Temple and are now imprisoned in the dungeon."

The archbishop stood up, his tall figure elongated in the dim candlelight, his eyes flashing with determination and firmness.

"Prepare to gather all the Knights of Light and Priests. We must launch a rescue operation immediately. At the same time, issue a notice to the entire continent, exposing the crimes of the Dark Temple and letting the world know that light will never bow to darkness!"

Following the Archbishop's order, the entire Church of Light quickly took action. The knights put on their armor and held their weapons, while the priests held the holy scriptures in their hands, ready to cast the most powerful sacred magic. The entire church was shrouded in a tense and solemn atmosphere, and everyone's heart was burning with faith in light and hatred for darkness.

While preparing for the rescue, the archbishop also called together the elders of the church for an emergency meeting. In the meeting room, candles were lit brightly, and everyone's face was filled with solemnity.

"My fellow elders, we are deeply saddened by what happened to Alice and Aidan. But more importantly, we must use this as an opportunity to thoroughly expose the conspiracy of the Dark Temple and let the world see their true colors."

The Archbishop's voice echoed in the conference room with unquestionable power.

A white-haired elder stood up and said with some worry in his voice: "Archbishop, the Dark Temple is very powerful. If we act rashly, we may fall into their trap."

The archbishop nodded, a cold light flashing in his eyes.

"That's why we have to plan carefully to ensure everything goes well. Not only do we have to rescue Alice and Aidan, but we also have to deal a heavy blow to the Dark Temple and let them know that the dignity of the Church of Light cannot be violated!"

After a night of emergency preparation, the rescue operation was finally ready. An elite force of light knights and priests, led by Abraham, quietly marched towards the Dark Temple.

Under the night sky, the silhouette of the Dark Temple looked particularly eerie in the moonlight. The towering tower seemed to reach straight into the sky, and there was a dead silence all around, with only the occasional cry of a night owl breaking the tranquility.

The archbishop stood at the front of the team, his eyes like torches, piercing through the darkness, looking directly at the building that symbolized evil and corruption. "Warriors, for the sake of light and justice, we are fearless!" His words exploded in the night sky like thunder, inspiring everyone's fighting spirit.

Following the order, the Knights of Light rushed towards the gate of the Dark Temple like arrows from a bow. Their armor shone with a silvery-white light under the moonlight, and the long swords in their hands shone with a cold light, as if they could cut off all darkness and evil.

However, the guards of the Dark Temple were no ordinary men. They wore black robes, held sharp blades, and moved through the night like ghosts. The two sides soon fell into a fierce battle, and the sword light and magic intertwined into a brilliant light, illuminating the entire night sky.