Chapter 262: Chapter 257: Worth It or Not Chapter 262: Chapter 257: Worth It or Not A sword, a blade, a halberd, three weapons hovered behind Muria, wrapped in thunder and flames. The young lad with black hair and golden pupils looked down at the undead surrounding the holy warriors.

Because the lich who had marked their souls had been slain, they had lost their restraint. As a result, some of the undead, unable to resist the temptation of slaughter, rushed towards the holy warriors, while others, with higher spiritual intelligence, fled madly after easily killing their master.

But regardless of the choices they made, they faced the same fate. Muria stood in mid-air, his hand pushed down, and the three exclusive weapons enveloped in thunder and flames, struck down at the undead surrounding the holy warriors following Muria’s gesture.

Where the three weapons fell, the advanced undead under the command of the lich, gargoyles, dark knights, abominations…cry out in fear, then turned into ashes. Then, thunder, Dragon Flames, and hurricanes erupted from the three weapons, sweeping towards the remaining undead.

The holy warriors dumbfounded as they looked at the young lad with black hair and golden pupils in the sky. Everything that could threaten them had been wiped out by the boy before them, in the time it took for ten breaths after the appearance of the lich.

“Thank you for your assistance!” When Muria fell from the sky, the leader of the holy warriors bowed slightly to Muria. Although he didn’t know who he was, he was indeed the one who had saved them. Otherwise, this squad of holy warriors would also have ended up annihilated.

“You’re welcome.” Muria reached out to retrieve his weapons, then looked at the seven pale and gaunt holy warriors being protected in the center of the group.

Around them, there were many dried-up corpses. From their armor and weapons, their identities could be confirmed. They were holy warriors who had burned their lives and died of exhaustion.

“Crack!” “Crack!”…Muria stepped on the scattered remains of undead and walked towards the seven holy warriors whose bodies were no longer covered in the light of divine arts. Among the three holy warriors, each held a baby in one hand because their other hand needed to grasp a sword.

Looking at these seven battle-scarred holy warriors, Muria took a deep breath, then asked with a heavy heart, “Where are the other members of your team?”

“All have fallen in battle!” A gaunt holy warrior with slightly withered facial muscles replied hoarsely.

“These are the ones you saved?” Muria pointed to the children in their arms.

“Yes, we are incompetent. We sacrificed so many companions to save only three children. We originally brought more than a hundred people out of the city, but we couldn’t protect them.” With a bitter face and guilt in his eyes, a holy warrior said, “We couldn’t save them.”

“…” Muria was silent, his gaze glanced around. The ground was full of debris and corpses. Besides the bodies of dozens of holy warriors, there were also bits and pieces of blood-stained cloth and limbs strewn around, seemingly telling a tale.

“Don’t blame yourselves.” Muria looked at the ground at his feet, at an amputated arm still grasping a long sword, the forearm covered in bite marks from ghouls, “You did your best.”

“I’m too weak. I wish I had the strength of Gold Rank.” said a holy warrior who was also burning his life, but could only be said to be barely alive. “That way, I could kill more undead and burn my soul. Maybe I could save one or two more people.”

Muria stayed silent, watching the holy warriors who had just entered the Bavaria Kingdom dismount to gather their fallen comrades’ remains. Some were holding swords to split open the bodies of ghouls and abominations, hoping to find the remains of their comrades, and piece together a complete corpse…

“Could we make a request to your excellency?” Before long, several Gold Rank holy warriors approached Muria.

“What is it?”

“Could you please take these three children and these seven comrades out?”

“Just that?” Muria was slightly taken aback. He thought that the holy warriors would ask him to join their group, never expecting such a simple request.

“If possible, could you please also take the remains of our comrades?”

“So what do you plan to do?” Muria couldn’t help but ask.

“Of course, we will keep going.” The leader spoke in a matter-of-fact tone. “Their group managed to save three children; we can’t possibly be worse than them!”

“With the sacrifice of three hundred top holy warriors, only three children were rescued.” Muria was rendered speechless by the cost…

“Your excellency?” Seeing Muria silent, a holy warrior tentatively called out.

“Don’t call me ‘your excellency’. My name is Muria, you can call me by my name.”

“Muria, have you considered our request?”

“Why didn’t you ask me to join your team?” Muria looked at the three holy warriors in front of him, their faces obscured by the glow of the divine arts.

“Muria, you’re not human, are you?”

“No.”

“When entering the Bavaria Kingdom to aid our people, we would not ask for the assistance of any race.”

“Because it is a mission to certain death!” Another holy warrior chimed in, “And there’s the consequence of soul degradation. Even among us holy warriors, many are not willing to go in. How could we ask others?”

“I agree to your request. I will take them and the remains of your comrades out safely.” Muria, touched by the holy warriors’ replies, agreed to their request.

Not long ago, his powerful combat strength was witnessed by all the holy warriors but none of them asked him to join. No one told him anything about “the greater the ability, the greater the responsibility.”

How many people would be willing to do good when they can’t assure their own safety? If the outcome of doing good and saving people is certain death, would there still be people willing? What if, after doing good and saving people, the consequences were not only death, but also the suffering of falling into the 18 layers of Hell? Would there still be people willing to do good? Muria didn’t know if there were people like this in his previous life.

But in the Erathia world of Aeolia, he could say with certainty: Yes, there are! Because standing right in front of him were a group of people who, for their beliefs, were willing to endure the most painful torment in the eyes of mortals.

…

“What happened?”

“Those undead are all rushing towards the depths of the fog, as if something in there is attracting them.”

“Someone just rushed in with those holy warriors, he flew in from the sky, at least a Gold Rank.”

…Immediately after Muria followed the group of holy warriors into the Undead Gray Mist, the send-off crowd exploded, and the armies on the fortress wall reacted.

The holy defense formation specifically against the undead was activated, the crossbows wound up, one after another, magic cannons charged up, entering a state where they could be fired at any moment…

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