Praise of the Light to the Dark Knight

There was chaos inside and outside the Silver Heart Fortress, and the garrison inside the city gathered one after another, but they couldn't climb the city wall. The magic attacks of the fortress were indiscriminate, because the four towers forcibly extracted the magic power of the poor mages, and then Released mindlessly, the overloaded system made the four towers feel like they were going to explode at any time.

Shows are always when people think they hit rock bottom, and it turns out it can be worse—

The paladin squad rushed to the front of the tower despite the frenzied magic attack. The door of the mage tower was open. The open door was like a dark abyss entrance, and there was a sinister and dangerous atmosphere emanating from it. Among the paladin team The only priest, Dinin, raised his right hand to signal everyone to stop.

In the next second, a hideous figure rushed out from the door.

"demon!!!"

The paladins from the central main hall of the Temple of Light are indeed the core strength of this ancient belief that can continue to this day. Before the twisted figure stepped out of the shadows, they were keenly aware of the identity of the thing.

The paladins quickly changed their formation into a drop shape, with only one paladin standing in front of them, and asked them to surround the priest Dinin in the center. The priest held up the holy sword, and an augmentation spell that could have been applied to the entire legion fell here. On more than a dozen people, every paladin was shrouded in brilliance, and they uniformly shot the fighting spirit with the attribute of holy light into the air. Chop down hard.

With a bang, the devilish mountain-like figure was disgustingly cut in half as it rushed forward, and fell separately. Viscous purple blood splashed, hit the holy shield of the paladin in front of the formation, and slid to the side.

"Be careful! There's more to come!!!"

However, the tower that the paladins dealt with, other ordinary guards, and even the army, when faced with such sudden visits from alien creatures, the inexperienced city guards became the devil's mouthpiece.

"Don't panic! These are low-level demons, but they are big in strength and size, so don't confront them head-on!" The paladins tried their best to remind them, but there was little effect for a while.

Both sides are messed up.

There was a lot of noise outside the city. The Holy White Knights had limited manpower and were scattered in all directions by the impact. Travelers from various camps spontaneously began to form groups, and those who were left alone were soon surrounded by infected people who rushed forward, and their lives and deaths were unknown.

The guards of the holy white knight and the city lord retreated steadily. Connor had an expression of lovelessness and a gray face, staring blankly at the messy situation. He tried to find a safe place.

Kevin fought off the rushing crowd several times, and said to Mavis, "Kill them."

"What?" Mevis was taken aback. They kept trying to stun the infected or push them back to the open space, but Kevin directly asked him to kill him. The Holy White Knight shook his head, "How can that be done? Those are innocent patient!"

Their debate didn't have time to go deep, and they were shocked by the crowd and the magic offensive from behind and couldn't continue.

The camp was in total chaos, and the campers didn't have time to take away their belongings, because all this happened too quickly, a few figures sneaked into a messy camp, wearing cloaks, but it wasn't really necessary, because this camp was far away from the main camp. A little farther away from the city, everyone ran away, and no one noticed them in the crowd that formed a mess in the distance.

Under their cloaks, without exception, they all had a pair of eye sockets flickering with purple soul flames.

Two liches, one a death knight, and the other was probably a dark witch corpse, holding a staff that had been severely corroded by the breath of the undead, and the wooden staff was rotten.

"Damn it. Where the hell is it?" the witch corpse cursed. Maybe he died too shortly before he realized that he was already dead, and he didn't realize that he had long since lost his position to curse people with the word "damn".

"Well, we're almost there," said the Banshee. "If that woman wasn't a nobleman, there would be no need for us to rescue her."

The dead also need money. Nobility means having money, status and contacts. Money is very important, especially in the Kingdom of Leo. If the nobles in their country do not have a proof of assets and cannot provide the financial resources to match their status, they will be deprived of their titles. .

The witch corpse smiled sullenly: "With the money, I can apply for a staff, and I can go to the black market to buy two beautiful girls."

The banshee sneered, "After ten years of your death, you won't want girls anymore."

"This is it." A silent lich spoke, his voice was hollow with a dull echo. When he spoke, it seemed that his entire chest was empty and humming. The cloak reveals a shriveled body. This undead is closer to the lich in people's imagination—his muscles are shriveled and dry, sticking to the bones, and his face looks like a skeleton. Increase his mental strength.

This is a legal lich, he doesn't use force to fight, and he has been dead for a long time, so he doesn't care how miserable his body becomes.

The Lich cringed subconsciously when he saw this Lich, and the skeleton-like Lich moved its mouth mockingly, making the sound of teeth hitting together.

Another lich could still see human appearance, he asked: "But I don't feel the presence of necromancers here."

The skeleton lich replied: "It's not wrong, I have detected it with my magic eyes, how could these priests let the breath of the undead leak out?"

The skeleton turned its neck, made a clicking sound, pointed at the stacked goods, and ordered the two undead who were one level lower: "Go and move them away."

Undead creatures don't have the gentleman's spirit of caring for ladies. The banshee obediently carried her skirt to do rough work, but the witch corpse who had just died groaned for a while. Putting the staff aside, it also acted as a coolie.

"faster."

The lich tapped on the box impatiently.

"This!" The banshee dragged out a box from the bottom layer of the cargo. The box was no different from other cargo boxes, but it was obviously protected by a barrier of light magic.

The Lich nodded, showing nothing special. The Black Demon Witch Corpse was still too young—in fact, he should have been in his seventies when he died, with a white beard on his face, but as an undead, he was still a young corpse—he volunteered to go forward, Wanting to express herself, the banshee immediately backed away, giving up all the space to the witch corpse, and even the banshee clearly had a malicious look on her face.

"Open it." The liches nodded.

The lock of the box clicked, and the banshee was surprised. She thought there would be some kind of triggered protective spell, so she let the witch corpse show off the potentially fatal limelight, but the black witch corpse fiddled with it casually, and the lock snapped open. opened.

"Then let the lady out—"

With this box as the center, a bright storm of light burst out of nowhere, erupting silently from the center. Most of the magic of light appears in the image of gentle healing, but this spell has a destructive momentum, and its brilliance is dazzling, let alone undead. The eyes of a living person could be blinded by the blazing holy light, and the blazing holy light formed a terrifying vortex. The nearest black devil witch corpse was burned to a dry bone without even screaming.

The banshee screamed, and her skin fell off instantly, turning into a scorched black skeleton. The holy light blasted her face, and she screamed shrillly, trying to escape, but the storm of light formed a huge pulling force that turned inward, and soon the banshee Also involved, the golden flame started to burn from the inside out, burning very clean together with the soul of the undead.

"Priest of Light!" The liches screamed, and they cast spells very quickly, but the storm of light came too abruptly and quickly. After a while, the two liches fell to the ground, and the lich who could still see the human form from far away also fell to the ground. Become like a companion.

Yalan appeared in the center of the storm, and the slowly dissipating holy light fell into the eyes of the lich. It was simply the most terrifying scene in the world.

The gentle smile of a light priest can make the two undead feel fear. They died for a long time, and suddenly found that they had not lost the ability to perceive fear.

"Should we wait for the two of you to fight to the death and be disabled and I will interrogate slowly, or should you cooperate directly and talk now?"

The lich sat silently on the ground. The powerful body of the undead could not protect them, nor could it alleviate the pain caused by the holy light. Feeling the power of pain can directly hurt them, and burn their bodies and souls into residues together—the poor banshee and witch are now two handfuls of gentle and harmless residues, after being baptized by the power of the Holy Light, this The residue will be directly buried in the wheat field next year, and the crops will increase in yield.

"Let's talk." The priest's palm lit up with a gentle holy light, "What are you guys planning? How about starting from the Silver Heart Fortress?"