"Hughes, the Pope has been taken by the creatures of darkness, along with our weapons." Proneo broke through the encirclement of the blood clan and came to the old man's side, just as a blood lord roared, and the adjudicator, who was worried that he had no place to vent his anger, used it as a punching bag, and the long sword in his hand was raised up and stabbed into the lord's heart, this sword was very fast, and a bit of blazing sword light flashed straight past.

Burst! The blood lord rolled over on his side to avoid the vital point, but the wings could not be avoided, after a light sound, there was a fist-sized hole on half of the wings, he ignored this small injury, the wings flew into the air again, and a hole in the wings was regarded as a manicure and nose hair, no big deal.

The two adjudicators stood side by side, and their combat power immediately doubled, and the Seven Great Lords consciously acted as the black jackdaws hovering in the sky, these wing-loving guys might as well be summoned descendants, if Dracula didn't come, they would definitely not be ready to attack again.

Hughes poked his spear into the ground, reached out and grabbed the old fellow's shoulder, and said in a deep voice, "What did you just say?" Say it again. ”

Proneo smiled bitterly and said: "Our holy weapon has long been stolen by dark creatures, and now even the Pope and Cardinal have fallen into their hands, this time it is completely over." ”

Hughes didn't say anything more with a calm face, he knew that the old man never lied, and now that the Pope had fallen into the hands of others, this contest ended in the complete defeat of the Holy See, and it didn't make any sense for the two of them to fight any longer.

Proneo's sword pointed at the Templars who were still fighting with the Bloodlines not far away, and said in a deep voice: "Hughes, let's go over and help those poor children, we will be killed by the Bloodlines later." ”

Hughes nodded, stretched out his hand and pulled out his spear, and at this moment, the seven lords hovering in mid-air opened their mouths and let out a burst of screams, and the high-level blood clans who were fighting to the death not far away immediately gave up their opponents and flapped their wings into the air, and disappeared into the sky in the blink of an eye, leaving only a few Templars who had survived the catastrophe looking at the dark sky in a daze.

Of the more than 500 Templars, only Davidson and three wounded companions remained, the only ones who were not injured were the black-robed priest and Catherine, the stubborn female knight now did not even have the strength to hold the sword, she used a strip of cloth to tie the hilt of the sword firmly to the palm of her hand, if it weren't for the black-robed priest silently guarding her, she might have become a corpse, and now it is a lucky thing to be able to breathe the air full of blood.

The wind is very cold, wrapped in the smell of blood in the air into the nostrils, all you see in sight are corpses, only by stopping the fight can you really feel the cruelty of this battle, those former companions have now become a cold corpse, distorted faces with a struggle before death, just yesterday everyone was talking and laughing together, but today it has become heaven and man forever, their blood is sprinkled on this land that once swore to protect a lifetime, this is fate?

Catherine looked at the corpses all over the ground and trembled, slowly squatting down, tears running down her cheeks silently, she could not cry, she could only use silence to mourn the lost life.

Xu Qing stood beside her, looking up at the bats in the air that had not yet dispersed, he felt empty in his heart, Dracula's purpose of revenge may have been achieved, but to whom should the humans and blood werewolves who were robbed of their lives in this war take revenge?