Chapter 309 The Villain Lady Arrives 138
"You are wrong. The flame of light will never go out." Alice's voice was firm and powerful. "No matter how you plot, you can't shake our faith in light."
The black-robed man's face changed slightly when he heard this, but he quickly regained his composure. "Faith? That's just an excuse you use to deceive yourself and others. In this world, only power is eternal."
"Power?" Alice sneered, "Do you think you can do whatever you want just because you have power? You are wrong. Real power comes from within, from the persistence and pursuit of justice."
The black-robed man seemed to be touched by Alice's words, but he quickly regained his indifference. "Stop talking nonsense and prepare to die!" As he said this, he moved and pounced on Alice like a ghost.
Alice was well prepared. She quickly waved her magic wand, and a beam of light shot out from the tip of the wand, colliding with the black-robed man's dagger, and bursting into dazzling sparks. The two instantly fell into a fierce battle, with magic and martial arts intertwined, light and shadow coexisting, making the entire castle hall full of tension and danger.
Although Saint Aidan was seriously injured, he still held on and looked at Alice with eyes full of worry and encouragement. He knew that he could not fall down, and at least he had to buy enough time for Alice.
"Alice, be careful!" The weak voice of Saint Aidan came, his words full of concern and encouragement.
Alice's heart warmed up, she knew that Saint Aidan was supporting her in his own way. She took a deep breath, turned this feeling into strength, and devoted herself to the battle more attentively.
The black-robed man's strength was indeed not to be underestimated. His attacks were fierce and swift, and each time he attacked Alice's vital points. However, Alice relied on her mastery of magic and her keen intuition in combat to escape danger time and time again, and even gradually gained the upper hand.
"Hmph, nothing more than that." The man in black robe was angry and humiliated after failing to defeat her. He swung the dagger violently, and black mist emerged from the dagger, forming a powerful dark magic that swept towards Alice.
Alice's face changed slightly when she saw this. She knew that this was the killer weapon of the black-robed man and she must not take it lightly. She quickly chanted a spell, and a beam of light burst out from her body, forming a solid light shield that blocked the dark magic outside.
However, the black-robed man's attack did not stop. He seemed to be crazy, constantly casting all kinds of dark magic, trying to completely defeat Alice. But Alice, with her firm belief and unyielding will, resisted the black-robed man's attack again and again, and gradually found opportunities to fight back.
Finally, in a fierce confrontation, Alice seized a flaw in the black-robed man. She swung her magic wand violently, and a dazzling light shot out from the tip of the wand, directly penetrating the black-robed man's defense and hitting his chest.
"Ah!" The man in black robe let out a scream, staggered backward, and finally fell to the ground, unable to move.
Alice stood there, gasping for breath, but her eyes were full of joy and pride of victory. She knew that she had not only avenged the Son of Aidan, but also won precious peace and tranquility for the Church of Light and the people of the kingdom.
"Aidan..." Alice turned and looked at Saint Aidan, her eyes full of tenderness and gratitude. She walked to Saint Aidan and gently helped him up.
Aidan Saint smiled slightly. Although his face was pale, his eyes were full of relief and satisfaction. "Alice... you did it..."
Alice tried hard to hold back the tears in her eyes. She knew she couldn't fall down at this moment. She took a deep breath and tried to calm herself down. "Yes, we did it. The darkness will eventually be dispelled by the light, and justice and peace will always shine on this land."
Saint Aidan nodded, as if he had seen the hope and light of the future. He gently held Alice's hand, as if he wanted to pass on his strength and faith to her.
"Alice...you are my eternal pride..." The voice of Saint Aidan became weaker and weaker, and finally turned into a wisp of smoke and dissipated in the air. But his smile remained in Alice's heart forever and became her most precious memory and source of strength.
Alice held Saint Aidan's hand tightly and didn't want to let go. She knew Saint Aidan had left her, but his spirit and faith would always be with her. She took a deep breath and turned her sadness and reluctance into strength and determination.
"Aidan, don't worry. I will inherit your will and continue to protect this land and its people." Alice's voice was firm and powerful. She seemed to have seen the path and direction of the future.
She turned around and looked at her companions who were still immersed in the joy of victory. Although they were exhausted, their eyes were full of hope and light. She knew that these brave warriors would fight side by side with her to protect this land full of love and peace.
"Let's go!" Alice shouted loudly, her voice full of strength and encouragement. "Return to our homeland and tell those who are waiting for us that we have won!"
As Alice's inspiring words fell, the group walked with firm steps through the dark corridor of the castle and headed towards the headquarters of the Church of Light. The afterglow of the setting sun shone through the narrow window lattices, sprinkled on their tired but resolute faces, and plated a layer of golden glory on this journey home.
Along the way, the soldiers supported each other. Although their bodies were covered with wounds, their hearts were filled with unprecedented pride and pride. They knew that what they had just participated in was not only a victory in a battle, but also a defense of light and justice. Alice walked at the front of the team, her eyes were firm and deep, as if she could penetrate all the darkness and look directly to the other side of light.
Finally, when the towering building of the Church of Light came into view, everyone stopped involuntarily and looked at the tower that symbolized hope and salvation. Alice took a deep breath. She knew that the road ahead would be more difficult, but she also understood that this was her unshirkable responsibility as a messenger of light.
Stepping into the sacred hall of the church, the air was filled with solemnity and sadness. Alice and her companions walked slowly forward, and each step seemed particularly heavy. In the center of the hall, the priests of the church had already been waiting there, their faces full of anxiety and uneasiness. When they saw Alice and her group return, especially when they saw the body of Saint Aidan being gently held in his arms, everyone's faces showed an expression of disbelief.
The Archbishop, an old and dignified man, walked out of the crowd with trembling hands. His eyes lingered on the peaceful but lifeless face of Saint Aidan for a long time, as if he wanted to engrave this moment forever in his heart. Finally, he slowly opened his mouth, his voice hoarse and choked: "How...how is this possible? Aidan, I...I watched you grow up!"