Alfred put away his famous gun and held his sword in one hand, the blade of which lit up with a cold light.

"Huh!"

The black sword swept, and a hundred-meter-long gray sword slashed through the low sky, cutting through the surrounding brick houses like tofu!

The low-level demons hiding behind the building were instantly cut in two.

After killing this wave of demons who had ambushed him, Alfred did not continue to advance, but began to retreat, and he sensed danger.

I saw a large black eerie fog sweeping in, quickly spreading to a large area of houses and streets to the north.

Under the fog of acid and sulfur, everything was blurred and distorted.

In the mist, strange and strange shadows ran out of the originally peaceful town, and the whole body was full of strange arms, constantly squirming.

A rat that was panicked by the strange changes in the environment unfortunately touched a distorted strange shadow, and its body exploded in an instant, dripping with blood, staining the ground red, and a huge mouse shadow appeared in the blood.

Like an infection, the whole ground is like paint turned upside down, cinder smeared, and there is no beauty in the slightest, only ugliness, distortion and filth!

"I can feel the deep resentment in it, gradually twisted into an evil spirit-like existence."

Looking at the disturbing scene not far away, a bishop wearing a red square hat and a red dress said with a solemn expression.

"Bishop Omod, those demon descendants have probably killed hundreds of humans in the town, and used them to launch the Demon Domain." Raphael couldn't help frowning when he saw this.

The Demon Realm is similar to the Blood Realm, and they are often a kind of realm-like enchantment that has evolved between the Demon and the Blood Clan through blood sacrifices, combined with runes or totems.

The demons in the enchantment will be greatly strengthened, and sometimes they can be used together with the prototype or real realm of the demons above the duke level, and the power can be stacked to a certain extent!

For example, the Marquis of Grover of the Blood Clan, after he forcibly activated the Blood Realm with Source Blood and Blood Sacrifice, he could even compete with Michel at the peak of the fourth order, otherwise, with his strength in the fourth order, he would have been killed by the other party.

In the blink of an eye, a large area of the town's rooms and streets were shrouded in demonic domains, some of the animals were devoured as sacrifices or flower fertilizer, while the remaining animals were forcibly transformed into ferocious demonic beasts.

Some red-eyed rats have sharp teeth, and dogs with three heads with their mouths wide open, and bloody swallows with sharp claws and rotten claws...... Countless fingernail-sized flies and mosquitoes are even more overwhelming, and the buzzing sound converges into a loud noise.

These animals that have been corrupted by the Demon Domain will not live long, but it will be troublesome to deal with.

"Formation, open the aura!"

Raphael's turquoise pupils looked at the town shrouded in black fog and ordered directly.

The three hundred paladins were divided into twenty squads, and quickly formed a formation, the white leather armor on their bodies lit up with runes, and a dazzling aura appeared under their feet.

There are only fifteen people in each squad, and they are lined up in an invincible formation and stride forward!

Countless demonized poisonous insects rushed forward one after another, dense with long-spined worms covered the ground, and all kinds of large mutant spiders rubbed their hideous mouthparts with piercing sounds, and even spewed out cobwebs all over the sky.

Mosquitoes carrying plague and toxins have long since crowded every crevice of the house or ground, and countless blood-colored swallows have swooped down...... Within the town, it became an ocean of restlessness and murderous aura for a while.

"Divine aura! Thunder Aura! ”

Raphael let out a loud shout, and he led the elite squad at the front, this group of warriors either held a war spear in their hands, or a two-handed greatsword, or a shield in one hand, and a one-handed sword in the other.

As he gave the order, they were all glowing with the light of the Holy Text and the Divine Lightning, from their leather armor to their weapons.

"Thorn!"

Raphael shook the spear in his hand, and the surging holy power flickered on the body of the gun, and he swept it out, and the white and dazzling holy power and blue arc hit the restless monsters one by one.

The more manic the action, the more intense the lightning and holy power will be, and I saw that under the all-round shroud of the lightning containing the demon-breaking holy light, there was almost no mosquito left, and it was directly killed into ashes in the air.

"Whew! Swish! ”

The paladins also waved their weapons with lightning and white light in their hands, and in an instant, a burst of light accompanied by the crackling sound of thunder and lightning sounded!

With a flash of sparks, all the resentful spirits, mutated animals, ants, and insects in the dense fog were swept away!

The frenzied attacks around them didn't hinder them in the slightest, nor did they change their course.

The pace of their advancement, their posture, and the momentum are all interpreting the might, strength, stability, fairness, and no turning back of the paladin!

As they advanced, the aura under their feet began to purify the Demon Domain, and the dense fog dispersed, and the surrounding scene gradually returned to its original state.

"Tsk, you know what? I hate these gods, but I also have to admit that our mid-to-low-end forces in the Fourth Age will lose so badly, thanks to these paladins! ”

Miro stood on the roof with his hands in his hands, coldly looking down at the group of paladins who had torn apart the corners of the Demon Domain.

Luke, the werewolf on the side, sighed: "Fighting alone, the demon descendants have a high chance of winning, but if ten paladins face ten demon descendants of the same level, the result will be reversed, the more people, the greater our disadvantage." ”

It is undeniable that the knighthood profession is the backbone of mankind, and after the Quaternary Age, the Church of Light is one of the main forces of mankind against the Demon Descendants.

"Brian, it's time to do it!" Miro glanced down at the dozen or so Marquis-level Demon Descendants present.

Duke Bryan nodded, and led them into the thick fog, and at this point, the real high-end battle began.

In the field, accompanied by countless monsters shattered to pieces, a team of fifteen figures wearing silver armor and stepping on divine halos broke through many obstacles and entered a street.

A demon marquis held his breath and hid sideways behind a wall, purple mist churning on his hands, condensing into a pair of sharp eagle talons, the tips of which glowed with a faint cold light.

He was about to sneak attack, but he didn't notice that a blurry black shadow appeared on the wall behind him, and shadowy illusory chains extended from it, binding his shadow.

"Click!"

Just as he was about to rush out, he suddenly felt his body tighten, and a circle of black iron chains wrapped around him, and as the chain slided, he was quickly tied into zongzi.

"Frightened!"

The Marquis of the Demon Race was shocked, he screamed, his body jumped backwards with force, and a thick black aura floated all over his body.

The purple-black flames surged up, and the black chains on his body suddenly rattled, and deep cracks appeared!

The Marquis didn't know what was happening, but he knew that he had to dodge and break free before he could do that.

But he didn't notice it, the shadow behind him began to distort, and a palm protruded from it.

"Shh

Blood splattered, a little cold light broke through the air, and an extremely sharp dagger suddenly stabbed out from the shadow behind the Marquis of the Demon Clan, extremely ruthless, and stabbed him through the back of the head with a knife!

The retreating Marquis of the Demon Clan's body froze, his eyes were stunned, and his face was incredulous, he didn't know what happened until he died.

"Poof!"

His tall body fell to the ground, and behind him stood a young man of short stature, wearing a black leotard and a baby face.

Chris the "Hand of Shadows" was about to dig out the Majin's brain core with a blood-stained dagger in his hand, when several pale flames shot at him like javelins!

"Whew! Shout! ”

Chris dodged the projection with a nimbly sideways leap, jumped under a wall, and the figure disappeared in a flash, blending into the shadows below the wall, and quickly vanishing.

The pale flame javelin pierced into the dirt, but instead of extinguishing it, it continued to burn, melting the ground into several holes that glowed red.

Duke Brian, clad in a pale red cloak, stepped out of the fog, white flames like phosphorus fire dancing on his dry palms.

He stared at the place where Chris disappeared, and frowned: "Shadow Hunter, I didn't expect that a hunting unit under that command back then had developed to this extent. ”

The Witcher Guild was founded at the end of the Tertiary Age, formerly as a hunting force under the Sun Monarch.

Duke Brian of the Majin Clan has been active for more than 700 years, and his existence time is very old.

In his mind, the Demon Hunter Guild had never been very powerful, but since he woke up after 400 years of sleep last time, he was surprised to find that this organization had become a behemoth!

400 years ago, there was no such thing as a Shadowhunter, and Brian carefully sensed the wind and grass around him, but found nothing unusual.

He couldn't help but sigh: "It's really scary and tricky. ”