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It was as if a firecracker had ignited a fuse, and the crackling explosion suddenly began to sound again and again. But firecrackers usually bring joy and joy, and now the explosion outside the south gate of Varna represents fear and death.

Flesh and blood splattered, and the heavy smell of blood instantly filled every corner of the air.

The tall figure of Viscount Juan suddenly rose from the crowd, leaped over the crowd of people on the inner and outer three floors, drew a parabola like a crescent moon in the air, and then fell to the ground with a thud, rolling several times before stopping.

"Whew!" Although the whole person was dyed by the dust on the ground and turned into a super big cat, Viscount Juan was not in the mood to pay attention to these things at this time, but carefully put down Leo, who was still with his eyes closed in his arms, and checked Leo's situation with his hands.

Although Leo has not yet woken up at this moment, his breathing has become very stable, and it is obvious that the condition of his body has stabilized, in other words, at least his life has been saved.

Viscount Juan breathed a sigh of relief and straightened up, but immediately his body shook violently, and a painful expression appeared on his face.

"Hey!" There was a sharp pain and warmth in Viscount Juan's right calf, and the viscount looked at it and found that the blood had somehow stained the pants and boots of his right leg a bright red.

You must know that before Leo fell, Viscount Juan had always relied on Leo's support to be able to walk, but when Leo fell, the disadvantages of Viscount Juan's excessive use of his body several times forced by the situation finally appeared, judging from the current injury, at least in a short period of time, Viscount Juan has completely lost the ability to move.

For Viscount Juan, however, it was all worth it.

As a well-informed person from an aristocratic family, Viscount Juan certainly would not simply think that the corpses of those who had seizures exploded, just ordinary corpse explosions.

The problem is actually very simple, innocent people are infected with the plague, and then the plague in the body becomes a bloody person, and then the body of the people who become a bloody person is supported by the power of the plague, so the question is, where did the plague power in the original body go after the explosion?

Of course, in the midst of the blood and scraps of flesh scattered everywhere, Viscount Juan was very sure in his heart that as long as he got the slightest fragment of his body that flew out of the explosion, he would soon become one of those bloody people lying on the ground.

His judgment was not wrong, and after a few seconds, the situation that Viscount Juan had expected was indeed played out as scheduled.

It's even worse than he thought.

Although because of the continuous falling, there are only two or three hundred people standing outside the south gate at this moment, which is a little worthless compared to the number of people who have fallen, but this time the screams are even louder than the previous ones, and it is not too much to describe them with the words "resounding through the sky".

If a friend dies in front of you, you may feel very sad.

If this person is covered in blood and dies in front of you like a bloody person, then you may feel a little weird in addition to sadness.

If this person is covered with strange blood, and then a "boom" suddenly explodes into countless pieces in front of you, and the blood is as dense as raindrops pouring you all over your face, and the pungent smell of blood fills the tip of your nose, you reluctantly open your eyes, only to find that everything in front of you has turned into a shocking blood.

This kind of stimulation is not something that ordinary people can bear.

The crowd that had been tightly gathered together immediately dispersed in all directions with a bang, and Viscount Juan suddenly had the illusion that he was now not in the open space outside the south gate of the empty city of Varna, but in a madhouse.

That's right, these people are all ****** crazy. Viscount Juan looked at the group of guys in front of him who were already completely immersed in fear and running around, and a trace of helplessness flashed in his eyes.

There's nothing you can do.

A foul smell suddenly entered Viscount Juan's nose, and Lord Viscount frowned, looked in the direction from which the stench came, and found an adult man with a very crazy expression on his face, who had been frightened and incontinent.

After a few seconds, a strange color of blood suddenly welled up on his face, and then the man suddenly stopped all movements, and fell straight to the ground not far in front of Viscount Leo.

Viscount Juan saw very clearly that when the man's face came into close contact with the ground, his whole body was completely covered with blood from head to toe, and he completely turned into a bloody man.

If there was no magician who injected holy power into his body to help him expel the plague power in his body, then his body would soon explode with a complete "boom" like those innocent and tragic deaths, turning into countless brains, blood, and pieces of minced flesh.

There are no dead bodies.

Viscount Juan took a deep breath, a chill from his feet to his heart.

Leo, the only one who can rescue innocent people from the hands of this devilish plague, has fallen, but even if Leo does not fall, in terms of the number of plague infections and the speed at which Leo saves people, it is actually just a drop in the bucket.

Although Viscount Juan still retains a certain amount of combat power, what he cultivates is not the holy power of the light attribute, so at this moment, he can't think at all except to sit back and watch his people who have been infected with the plague die miserably one after another.

Even Viscount Juan had to be careful not to have any contact with these guys, lest he himself be infected with this strange plague. As a mid-level samurai, Viscount Juan was of course far superior to these ordinary people in terms of physical fitness and endurance, but even he himself did not dare to say that he would definitely survive such a plague.

The sound of corpse explosions rang in Juan's ears again and again, like the ticking clock scale, which seemed to be able to go on endlessly, but Viscount Juan knew very well that it was nothing more than his own delusion.

When everyone is dead, the sound of the corpse explosion will naturally stop.

But if all these people from Varnar City are dead, he, the lord of Vanar City, will be alone at that time, and he will be the commander of the light pole.

You must know that in the entire city of Varna, there are nearly 10,000 people! Although not all the people of Varna chose to flee through the south gate, Viscount Juan knew very well in his heart that at this moment, outside the other three gates of Varna City, a similar scene must be staged here.

At that time, whether it is the Council of Nobles, His Majesty the Emperor, or even the Holy See will not let him go, all the responsibilities will be pressed on him, and even if his father, the Marquis of Habs, wants to protect himself, he can only watch himself be guillotined under this overwhelming pressure.

Even if today's Viscount Juan survives the plague, his end is already doomed.

Is there really no hope? Viscount Juan stood there blankly, his face full of confusion.

As a nobleman who closely sided with His Majesty the Emperor, Viscount Juan had never had much affection for the Church of Light, but at this moment, he desperately wanted to feel the unique holy power from the people in the Church, and feel the white light.

Let there be light.

And then there was the light.