The silver moon hangs high, and the night is as deep as ink.

The burning cathedral was still encased in a sea of fire, corpses strewn across the white staircase, and the closed door was left with an ugly hole and debris all over the ground, and terrible screams and sneers continued to emerge from it.

"That's a ......"

The black-haired wizard raised an eyebrow, and although he was used to seeing it, he couldn't help but be a little surprised—with the Empire's belief in the Holy Cross, it was not easy for Gaspar to find so many thugs willing to join him in raiding the cathedral.

Lusen, armed with twin swords, stood behind the black-haired wizard, his silver-gray pupils looking nervously at the burning cathedral from time to time.

The knights of the House of Turin were already ready, lined up in full armor, waiting for the dark-haired wizard to give his final orders.

All of them were promoted from among the Ranger Knights to serve as the elite of the Count's Bodyguard—in wartime they were mid-level officers, overseers, and flag bearers, and in peacetime they were city defense officers, judges, messengers, and diplomats, and they represented the Count's majesty in everything they said and did.

Dressed in the best knightly armor of the Empire, even the "Black Shield Wall" of the Imperial Legion will collapse at the touch of a button when they mount their horses and launch a frontal charge, and the Byrne Knights, who are not equipped with shields and wield only a two-handed broadsword, are a nightmare for all foot soldiers.

And Charlotte almost didn't have any worries, and handed the biggest hole card in her hand to herself, without reservation.

"Are you ready?"

Loren glanced over their faces and spoke in a deep voice.

There was no sound, no response, just a pair of eyes looking at him.

"Do you have any regrets?"

There was still a dead silence.

The black-haired wizard shrugged, pinned the bright silver to the card slot in the heart of the tree, and slammed it down:

"Then let's go!"

Before the words fell, he was responded to by a uniform cry that resounded through the night sky:

"God bless Turin ——————!!!!"

Under the light of the fire, the knights wielding two-handed swords roared and rushed towards the burning cathedral, and the roar of trembling hearts and countless iron-blooded knocks even drowned out the sound inside the cathedral.

The mob inside the church also didn't seem to expect retribution to come as quickly... Or maybe they knew, but they didn't care, and as the gates were breached, more and more knights rushed into the cathedral, and sword-wielding fanatics stopped at them, not knowing what fate was coming.

The blade is bloody, and the sound of killing is everywhere!

The first thug to notice the sound of the battle cry shouted and raised his weapon, and before he could fight back, a flash of cold light pierced through his chest!

The blade of the sword pushed hard, and even the people with armor cut the thug in two!

The heavy iron boots crushed the unwilling skull, and the knight covered in blood did not stop, and behind him, similar scenes abounded.

Wherever the great sword passed, there were broken arms and stumps, and where the iron boots trodden, there were no survivors!

Maybe the spear phalanx is more efficient and reasonable, but the sword slash and the flesh splash combat style is more terrifying for the enemy!

Screams rang out one after another, and the knights of the Red Blood Keep were almost unstoppable, tearing apart the fragile defenses of the mob and heretics, and the torn bones were piled up with the knights of the church they had slain.

In an instant, the main entrance to the cathedral was breached.

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"Bell ——!"

The barrel of the gun smashed through the oncoming tomahawk, and the black-haired wizard with a blank face pierced the thug's skull, the blood-stained tip of the spear pulling out of the bone's mouth.

Seventh... No, it's the eighth!

In an instant, the dragon tooth in his hand swept away, and once again accurately cut off the thug's neck.

When the killings become counts, the numbers lose their meaning – killing all the thugs won't stop Gaspar, but if you don't kill them, it will turn into trouble.

They are like a group of real "crazy people", doing their best, even if they are torn tendons and stabbed through the chest, they can only crawl on the ground with only one breath left, and they will pounce on themselves with a cruel smile.

In the chaos of the cathedral, the black-haired wizard quickly shuttled through the killing field, and the enemies around him continued to approach him, rushing to encircle him from all directions.

"Bell ——!"

There was another snap, the tip of the missing spear smashing into a flash of fire on the wall beside him, and a sinister laugh rang out from behind him, and a dozen thugs were already rushing from behind him.

"The thirteenth. ”

The spear fell, and the moment it broke its neck in a scream, it thrust forward, piercing the second cheek;

The black-haired wizard with a blank face closed the gun with both hands, and the reinforced barrel smashed three ribs;

The corpse that fell straight back slammed into the fanatic behind him, then stabbed the fourth in the neck with a spear, and finally stepped into the head of the unlucky man who had been crushed to the ground.

Between breaths, the black-haired wizard was empty within five steps!

When Loren was in the Ancient Wood Forest, he had seriously consulted with the elves of the Wind Chasers and the Morning Star Forest, especially the War Dancers, how to fight with spears - compared to the human knights, these master hunters who fought with ogres almost turned the battle into a dazzling dance, which he still remembers vividly.

Looking at the thugs who were still in deep fighting and surging around, Loren frowned slightly-the cathedrals of the Holy Cross Church are generally engraved with the "Silence" rune, which causes the power of high-level spells here to be greatly reduced, or even outweigh the losses, and in many places they can't even feel the reaction of the void energy.

Even the wide-ranging spell of "Psychic Vision" can be affected, and there are large areas of "empty space" that cannot be detected, and even if they can roughly determine the location, the mad dog-like thugs will constantly interrupt themselves.

These thugs, who had drunk the Holy Blood potion on their own initiative or without knowing it, had completely turned into monsters and mad dogs, and even though they had been completely suppressed by the knights of the Red Blood Castle, they still rushed from all directions of the cathedral tirelessly and with casualties.

Not to mention fear, in addition to the most primitive animal nature, there is only one emotion left in their bodies, "madness".

A full quarter of an hour has passed since the sound of the explosion... I don't have much time left.

Procrastinating like this will only give Gaspar more respite, or even the last thing he wants... And Asrael, who was supposed to be able to help him, had to stay outside the door due to the restrictions of the cathedral, saying that he would not come in at all.

Of course, Loren could probably guess the reason why he really refused to come in - he was probably more afraid of confronting the "Black Cross" Serol and Farnesis directly than the cathedral in front of him.

"Bell ——!"

The terrifying sound of shattering cut through the calamity of the cathedral's melee, and the leading knight's greatsword slashed and tore to shreds along with the weapons in the hands of the thugs!

The weapon was torn to shreds, the armor was as brittle as thin paper, and the screams stopped abruptly, except for the sound of iron boots.

Beneath the shattered statue of the Holy Cross, the cold moonlight reflected the incomparable figures of the knights in blood and flames, and they were all dressed in full armor as precise killing machines, mercilessly wielding blood-soaked two-handed swords.

The blood was sprinkled, and only the shadow of the sword remained!

The roaring mob continued to pounce on them from all directions, but they could not stop the advancing knights, their swords smashing their weapons, severing their ribs, and tearing their armor...... Iron boots stepped on, leaving only a blur of flesh and blood everywhere.

The knightly guards, which are less than 100 people, have unbelievably grasped the absolute initiative in this battle, advancing step by step like a flesh mill.

The leading knight used his sword as a shield, his iron boots were covered with blood, but he did not take a step back, and his face was hideous under his helmet, and he snorted angrily, and he stubbornly withstood the frontal charge of the mob.

"Bell ——!"

There was another loud bang, and the blood of the sword blade was spilled, and the mob that had turned into a pool of flesh did not deter the others in the slightest, but further stimulated the mad dogs' desire to kill.

The bloodied knight raised his big sword and glared at the enemy dozens of times his size, and the blood-stained blade turned into a banner in his hand:

"In the name of Turin......

One doesn't leave ——! behind."