The infinite redemption of the Holy Light

Chapter 171 Blood Devouring Attack
In an instant, from the distant city of Fuyuki came to a relatively remote town in England.Even though Fei Ya was asleep, she was able to do this. While Wang Huan was very impressed, she was also deeply troubled.

If the call for salvation never ceases, then within this year, will he continue to teleport around Xingyue World like this?

This is not good news. Even if he can gain abilities through rescue, if he encounters a crisis beyond Wang Huan's strength, he will have to use the precious summoning opportunities that are only six times left.

What will happen to the Holy Grail War after the summoning opportunity is exhausted?
Except for some very strong and special cases, human beings are usually unable to deal with Heroic Spirit Servants, just like Matou Zouken was easily beheaded by Lu Bu.

Even if Wang Huan's strength is raised to a certain level, the various strange or powerful abilities of those servants who appeared in the Holy Grail War will be a fatal threat to human beings.

"Should I be teleported like this all the time?" Wang Huan couldn't communicate with Fei Ya directly, so he could only ask the monk in his mind.

The handsome monk said as a matter of course: "Of course—"

Wang Huan cried out.

"Of course—no." The corner of the handsome monk's lips curled up: "Actually, you can never save everyone in this world. You only need to be the savior of one person."

"Feiya is not in your mind right now, so I have the right to save other people's teleportation right now. This time, I just let you come here because you happen to need to transfer the location, so as not to waste a summoning opportunity."

Sure enough, there was no one that entered Wang Huan's mind, and he would explain everything well from the beginning.

Guys who live too long seem to always be looking for ways to get "pleasure".

Wang Huan took a deep breath and shook his head: "In this year, when you receive the call for rescue, remember to tell me where to go first."

Wang Huan hugged Sakura who was sleeping in his arms, and if he let the rescued person die, what kind of savior would he be? At that time, he would have to find a new master again and fall into troublesome operations.

A six-year-old girl is still well-behaved. There is no more obedient master than this.

This is what Wang Huan needs, a "master" who does not affect his actions.

Now that he answered the call and came to King Arthur's tomb, Wang Huan certainly would not refuse to lend a helping hand. As long as he completes the mission of coming, he can gain abilities. Compared with the previous two worlds, it will be easier to acquire abilities this time.

However, this is also due to the special circumstances of the Holy Grail War and Feiya's special position.

Lu Bu, the ghost and god, was still in a state where he was full of murderous aura and had nowhere to release it. The blood-red spiritual power soaked the surrounding land, making the surroundings seem to be covered with a layer of blood.

In the night sky floating in the breeze, the smell of blood enveloped the monastery.

People in monastic uniforms roared unconsciously, their eyes gleaming blood-red in the dark night, with bloodstains from scratches and bites on their bodies, and their movements were as agile as wild beasts.

Although I don't know why, it is obvious that the people in this monastery have become "ghouls" similar to zombies.

In this world, there is a kind of existence called "Dead Apostle", which is basically similar to a real vampire, with a long life span and a clear consciousness.

Some dead apostles are naturally generated, while others are actively transformed by some taboo magicians.

As for the "ghouls", they are ordinary people who have just been bitten by the dead. They are no different from dead people, except for their thirst for blood and loss of consciousness.

Among the large number of ghouls around, Wang Huan saw the target of this coming mission.

The one who called for help was a young girl whose face was covered by a hood. She was wearing a gray cloak and was holding a scythe that seemed huge compared to her slender figure.

The blade of the sickle was covered with blood, and the sickle was wrapped with strange patterns, which looked very domineering.

This young girl looks to be in her teens, and she is being besieged by a large number of ghouls. She seems to be guarding the cemetery, her figure is crumbling, but any ghouls that approach her are cut off with a scythe.

It's just that the ghoul has lost its mind, and because it is thirsty for blood, it keeps running towards the girl like a wild beast.

The conversation between Wang Huan and the handsome monk seemed long, but in fact it took less than a second. When the red rabbit horse suddenly descended in front of the girl, a weapon much larger than the girl's sickle suddenly appeared in front of her, and shot towards the surroundings. sweep.

Fang Tian's painted halberd cut through the night sky with blood-red spiritual power, and with the sound of violent wind, it suddenly chopped off all the approaching ghouls!

In an instant, the wound on the grass was covered with scattered blood rain, like a bloody lotus blooming.

The girl holding the scythe seemed to be taken aback, and sat on the ground weakly, staring blankly at the strange combination that suddenly appeared in front of her.

Who are they?

Wang Huan didn't talk to the girl in front of him immediately, because the crisis in front of him had not been completely resolved.

In a sense, the ghouls transformed by these humans are like the undead transformed into evil spirits. Their physical strength will increase several times, and once transformed, they can never be recovered.

It's just that these ghouls were originally transformed from ordinary people, so they are naturally not much stronger. Even ordinary magicians can clean them up in groups, not to mention the amazingly powerful Lu Bu.

Wang Huan was not very worried about the current situation. He clapped his hands, and the corners of his mouth slightly raised: "Hey, you can let me down now."

Lu Bu's face was covered in armor, and his long helmet feathers were swaying in the wind. He was a little dazed by this inexplicable teleportation, and he just signaled to chop off the "evil spirit" who dared to approach.

"Clean up here, or my safety will be threatened immediately." Wang Huan said with a smile.

It might be troublesome for Wang Huan to face these ghouls alone, but he looked at the number of ghouls around him and felt relieved.

There are only more than 100 ghouls on this grassland, and the old and dilapidated buildings can't be their shelters at all. Their thirst for blood keeps them approaching Wang Huan.

There are still ten minutes left in Lu Bu's summoning time, which is enough to solve the immediate trouble.

Hearing Wang Huan's words, Lu Bu snorted softly, but he couldn't disobey his mission, Chitu suddenly hissed, as if the sound of thunder changed the roar of a ghoul.

The fire that erupted from the red rabbit horse illuminated the grassland, and immediately the figure like a fire dragon charged forward instantly.

The ghosts and gods are unparalleled, and the weak existence is unable to stop the sprint of this level. After the bloody storm, in Wang Huan's field of vision, there are no more ghouls who can stand up in the grass.

But the action didn't stop. Chituma came to the cemetery in the middle of the grassland. Lu Bu suddenly swung Fang Tian's painted halberd, and suddenly slashed at the girl guarding the cemetery.

(End of this chapter)