"This is the light that cleanses away all the sins of the world?" Marcus, who was unscathed by the light in the chest, looked at the old priest Gale with contempt and disdain, "Obviously, your Lord has abandoned you, Father. ”

"This only proves that you are a more sinful devil!" Pastor Gale was not ashamed of his weakness in the slightest, and glared at the other party, but it was a pity that he did not have more ability, otherwise he would have made this devil subject to divine judgment.

"I know the faces of you apostles of God, and anyone who does not convert you is a heretic and a devil, isn't it?" Marcus sneered, and then looked at the frightened middle-aged father and son on the side, "Mr. Alger, what do you think? If I promise to spare your father and son, will you still think I am a devil?"

Alger was visibly hesitant, if he and his son could survive, what could they do if they admitted that the other party wasn't the devil?

"Don't believe the devil's words, child, the 'ascetics' of the church are coming soon, and the devil will not end well!" Pastor Gale panicked, the devil likes to tempt people with beautiful lies, but the world is the easiest to be tempted.

"Father, it seems that my actions have misled you. Marcus laughed and looked at him like a cat playing with mice, "Do you know why I didn't kill you all at the first meeting, not because of my kindness, but because I thought it would be wonderful to wait for that 'ascetic' to come and kill you together, hahaha......"

A wild and smug laugh resounded throughout the nave space, shaking the dome as if it were trembling.

Pastor Gale didn't respond to him, scratching a cross on his chest and muttering to himself.

Alger's father and son shrank to the side, not daring to make the slightest move, for fear of attracting the attention of the devil.

Li Xuehao, who was standing on the side, did not show up, and it was not yet time for him to make a move, since Marcus had to wait for the "reinforcements" of the three Pastor Gael, he also happened to see what the "ascetics" of the church were like.

After waiting for a few minutes, Li Xuehao's heart suddenly moved, and he looked outside the hall, and he sensed that someone was coming. And the person who came was not an ordinary person, and there was a strong fluctuation of vitality on his body.

When the footsteps could almost be heard, Marcus, who was standing there watching the movements of the three Pastor Gale, suddenly turned his head to look in the direction of the foyer, where an old man with gray hair and a raged dress that had not been washed in an unknown amount of time walked in.

The old man looked older than Reverend Gael, with a wrinkled face, and probably in his seventies or eighties, but he was tall and tall, and though he was thin, he did not look at all rickety.

Especially a pair of eyes, shining, seem to be able to penetrate other people's hearts. He carried a silver sword that seemed to be made of silver, the hilt of the sword was in the shape of a cross, the length of the sword was about one and a half meters, but the blades on both sides were not sharp at all, not only blunt, but also smooth, as if afraid of hurting people.

If it weren't for the length of the sword, a silver sword like this would be no different from a child's toy.

Li Xuehao knew that although this cross silver sword was not sharp at all, it contained some special powers, which were different from the gloomy aura of the Onmyoji, and very different from his aura, but they were similar to the two, both of them were a kind of power that could be used through practice.

And this power is just the opposite of the dead and evil qi on Marcus's body, with a divine aura - of course, Li Xuehao is disdainful of this, the so-called "sacred" is just relative to the evil and dead qi, in his opinion, this "sacred" aura is just relatively peaceful and neutral, compared with his aura Yang and Holy, it is simply a small thing.

"Brother Bilbo, it's great to see you!" saw the old man walk in from the foyer, and Pastor Gale didn't bother to pray to God, and hurriedly shouted loudly. If it weren't for a Marcus in between, he would have almost rushed forward excitedly.

"The Lord is with you!" Brother Bilbo held his sword in his left hand, drew a cross on his chest with his right hand, and then shot his sparkling eyes straight at Marcus, who was in the middle.

Marcus turned around and handed his entire back to the three Pastors Gael, not afraid of being attacked by them at all, perhaps in his opinion, the three Pastors Gale couldn't hurt him at all, and it was this Brother Bilbo who really threatened him.

"I've heard of you, 'Cross of Light' Bilbo. Marcus looked at each other, there was vigilance and jealousy in his eyes, the arrogant demeanor that he had said that the "ascetics" who came together were no longer gone, probably because he didn't expect that the person who came would be such a tricky person, and even he was not sure to deal with it.

As for whether he regrets it or not, only he knows it in his heart.

"Needless to say, the devil must be judged!" Brother Bilbo, apparently not liking nonsense, took the silver sword of the cross to his right hand, raised it horizontally, and pressed it towards Marcus step by step.

Marcus looked serious, he didn't have a weapon, and he didn't need it, because the weapons of vampires were their strong bodies and claws. As soon as his hands were raised, the huge palms were raised, and the fingertips of the ten fingers suddenly grew long nails, which were an inch long, like sharp claws.

There was no fluctuation in Brother Bilbo's eyes, as if he didn't see it, and he walked forward with a steady step with the silver sword of the cross, and his whole person exuded a fierce and murderous aura.

The seats on both sides seemed to be captured by his momentum and began to shake slightly.

Seeing that Brother Bilbo was getting closer and stronger, Marcus knew that he couldn't let him continue like this, otherwise he would be even more vulnerable.

With a flash of red light in his eyes, Marcus roared, and the whole person instantly rushed forward, his sharp claws raised high and swung down violently.

"Hmph!" Brother Bilbo snorted, and the silver sword swung nimbly in his right hand, slashing out as fast as lightning.

Marcus didn't dare to touch the silver cross, which looked like a child's toy, because he knew that it was the "holy sword" of the church, with the power of the Holy Spirit that could corrupt his body, and his claws couldn't help but retract and grabbed it from the other direction, and at the same time, ten dazzling red lights came out from the tips of his ten fingers, shooting at Brother Bilbo.

Brother Bilbo's free left hand held a silver cross, and a burst of white light burst out towards the ten dazzling red lights.

The red light and the white light collided, colliding with each other and canceling each other at the same time, and at the same time, they were also incomparable between the two sides of the fight, and all objects that touched these two kinds of light would be cut and scattered in an instant. Whether it is the seats on either side or the masonry floor, it is like being hit by the force of a small bomb, with wood chips flying and rubble scattered.

In the dust, Marcus snorted, and a thick arm was cut off, and he flew into the air, a puff of red blood flying down in the air.

However, before the arm could hit the ground, the whole arm began to spontaneously combust without fire, burning very quickly, burning into ashes in an instant, flying with the wind.

Brother Bilbo had also received a claw, but it was only a flesh wound, and the wound left five claw marks on his face, from which blood oozed and stained half of his cheeks, but he did not realize it, as if the body was not his.

This scene saw that the priest Gael on the side was in high spirits, Brother Bilbo deserved to be a powerful "ascetic", and the devil was no opponent at all.

Alger's father and son were shocked, at this time they had long forgotten the fear of being chased by vampires, and were more shocked by the "battle situation" in front of them. The seats on both sides of the nave had been almost completely destroyed, and one could not be found intact, and the floor was full of cracks and holes, a mess, was this really the destruction that human beings could cause?

"'Holy Light Cross', I'll be back!" Marcus had one of his arms chopped off, and in exchange for only a flesh wound on the other man's face, he knew that it was not an opponent, and after saying this, his feet jumped up with the help of his feet, and his huge body jumped straight towards the dome above his head.

Brother Bilbo's eyes flashed, and the silver crosssword in his hand turned around and quickly threw it at Marcus's figure.

Feeling the whistling sound under his feet, Marcus was horrified, but there was nowhere to borrow strength in the air, he didn't really know how to fly, and it was too late to dodge, he felt a pain in his heart, and when he lowered his head, a silver sword tip came out of his chest.

With a loud bang, Marcus's huge body fell to the ground, and then, like his arm, spontaneously combusted without fire, and was instantly burned to ashes, leaving only a silver glittering cross-silver sword lying across the ground.

"The Lord is with you!" Brother Bilbo drew a cross on his chest, walked over, and picked up the silver sword on the ground.

"Brother Bilbo, you're wounded. Pastor Gale hurried over and said anxiously pointing to the five claw marks on his face.

"Hmm. Brother Bilbo nodded, but only wiped the blood from his face with his hand, with a non-caring expression. He cared more about the silver sword than the flesh wounds on his face, and even though it didn't leave a trace of vampire blood on it, he wiped the blade with his worn sleeve.

Over there, Alger and his son, who had seen the devil destroyed and felt safe, also came over and prepared to thank Brother Bilbo.

Li Xuehao, who was standing incognito, watched the whole scene and was about to leave, but suddenly his eyes froze, and he looked in the direction of the foyer with some incredulity, because he sensed that someone was coming again.

The fact that the person who came this time was unexpected, and he was only sensed by him when he entered the confines of the church, and although he did not fully develop his senses, he was able to perceive it at such a close distance, which showed that the person who came was extraordinary.

When Brother Bilbo came just now, he was noticed from a distance before he even approached the church, and the person who came now was even more powerful than Brother Bilbo.

In particular, the other party has the same evil and dead aura as Marcus, so there is no doubt about the identity of the person who came, he is a vampire, and it is possible that he is an accomplice of Marcus.

"Da~Da~Da~" The sound of clear and crisp footsteps sounded, it was the sound of high heels stepping on the floor, especially in the nave that had been quiet after a battle just now.

Brother Bilbo's face changed suddenly, and the silver sword was held across his chest, and he quickly turned to face the foyer.

Pastor Gale and Alger's father and son also looked nervous, and subconsciously shrank behind Brother Bilbo.

As the footsteps got closer and closer, in the darkness, a red figure appeared, as if walking leisurely, into the nave.

It was a tall and slender figure, with long silver hair, hanging straight down on the sides of the shoulders and behind him, the length was even longer than the waist, flowing and beautiful.

She has a delicate and bewitching appearance, golden pupils, white skin, blood-red lips, and wears a black dress, but in addition to the skirt, she actually wears a long red trench coat. The trench coat was unbuttoned, and she casually used the straps on the trench coat to bind her waist, showing off her slender waist completely.

On his feet are a pair of high heels in the same black, flesh-colored stockings, and his legs are slender and strong.

She is about twenty years old, and she seems to be only seventeen or eighteen years old, although her face is young, she has a mature and gorgeous temperament, if she is not too young, it is not an exaggeration to say that she is forty or fifty years old, because her kind of temperament is not at all what young people can have.

"Who are you!?" Brother Bilbo immediately tensed up the moment he saw the other party, this young woman, he didn't even feel a trace of breath from her, as if there was no person in front of him. This is simply impossible for him, then there is only one explanation, this strange woman, is not an ordinary person, and may not even be a human being.

"Has Marcus returned to Cain's embrace?" said the silver-haired woman with a blank expression, but inside her red lips were a mouthful of fine silver-white teeth.

"Cain, you are ......" Brother Bilbo's face changed instantly, Cain's apostle was the devil, but he couldn't feel the demonic breath on the other party's body.

"I am the devil of your mouth. The silver-haired woman smiled faintly, and then looked at the three behind him, Reverend Gail and Alger, father and son, and didn't seem to mind admitting her identity as the devil in front of several people.

"Prince?" said Brother Bilbo's face turned pale, and his hand holding the silver sword trembled slightly.

"You've won the prize. The silver-haired woman smiled faintly again, and glanced at the sword in his hand with a little interest, "It's still a little close, but it shouldn't be far away, are you the 'Holy Light Cross'?"

The conversation between the two was a little inexplicable, at least the Pastor Gale next to him, Alger and his son, and Li Xuehao didn't understand much, but Brother Bilbo knew it very well, and the hand holding the sword trembled even more: "Your Excellency, can you let these children go?" He didn't intercede for himself, because he knew that in front of a big man whose status and strength were much higher than him, he had no power to resist at all.

"Let them go?" the silver-haired woman looked at him with interest, then at the three Priests Gael, and smiled softly, "I think you misunderstood me, I didn't intend to kill you, for me, it was just the death of an insignificant descendant, and I wouldn't care." Because next, I will have four more descendants, which will make up for my loss. ”