Jack stared at Max, who was still unconscious, but after all, he couldn't bear it, a mouthful of blood spurted out, and he passed out to the ground.

Beside them, countless warriors bleed like harvested wheat, falling and falling. The sound of bodies and armor crashing to the ground was harsh and dense.

In the face of such coercion, only the Paladin, or the predecessor, the apostate Paladin Alexander Anderson, knew that his weapon came from this unknown being, and he knew very well what it was.

"Goddess??? The goddess is not been—"

Before he finished speaking, among the rows of fallen crowds behind him, two figures seemed to be under duress, slowly tearing open the spatial rift and walking out.

Two women, dressed in close-fitting alloy armor painted with the logo of the church, were tall and tall, with long hair naturally scattered behind them, and walked towards Father Anderson in unison with high heels of more than ten centimeters.

Neither of them wore any helmets, and under one of the headdresses resembling the goddess Aisha were two young faces.

"You guys, then I probably know, maybe these things, the goddess herself doesn't know."

Anderson barely turned around and saw two of his former students, now sworn enemies.

The Pure Church, the twin nuns of the Blood Rose Order, came to the battlefield in the power of God, just to arrest the apostates.

They are both Pure Church Paladins Apologist but much younger than Anderson, Caraquin Caraquan Paladin and Soulless Baroness Jedryk.

Both of them drew their swords at the same time and pressed Anderson, the former mentor and the neck of their idol, when he was at his weakest.

"You guys!"

Anderson would never have imagined that the organization he once served would be cruel enough to allow his students to arrest him, and even so stir up the crowd, deceive the goddess, and kill countless warriors with divine might.

In the distance, the two fighting figures also did not receive the threat of divinity, and were still fighting, showing the pure terror caused by the infinite power of the superior.

Until, in the midst of the battle, Sigismund first discovered two pure church paladins who slowly appeared in defiance of the battlefield form and tore through the space.

As they laid their swords across the neck of Father Anderson, who was on his knees, and told him this, the old man finally made up his mind.

For him, allegiance to the king and slaying down the enemies who were still resisting was an important thing and something that had to be done, and for this he was not even afraid to confront Karn as a demigod.

But personally, Marshal Sigismund's hatred of the Pure Church cannot be described at all.

The departure of his wife and the figure of his daughter struggling in the raging fire all appeared in the eyes of this man, and these two women were next to him at that time!!

"Die, you demons!"

Finally, he struck, and the marshal's old face distorted, and he roared, dodging Karn's frontal slash, and the black sword in his hand swung directly at the two paladins standing tall.

In an instant, a pitch-black blade like a deadly scimitar rubbed against the air and made a tooth-aching creak, accurate and fast enough that ordinary people could not observe it at a speed that was impossible for ordinary people to observe, and killed the [Soulless One] Lady Jedrik, who was standing relatively high.

With this blow, Sigismund, who was terrifyingly experienced in combat, knew that the probability of what he was facing next was to use his body to catch a heavy blow from Karn's great axe, after all, it was a true berserker with equal combat experience, and cruel and bloodthirsty as long as it was killing, no mortal could match him.

Shifting, he finally chose the right shoulder of the thick armor and the Guardian Amulet to slam into the tomahawk that was about to come back and cut down, only to wait for Karn's sneer.

"Hunt these self-righteous fools of the camp of order? I agree. ”

With that, Karn pulled a chain from his armor that hung from his waist, and on it hung a brass-poured skull, from a powerful man who had been hacked to death when the demigod was still human.

With a casual toss, Karn aimed at Carachlan, a paladin who was slightly further back in the space and also taller.

The skull and the sword wind were too fast, and in an instant, they were already approaching the two haughty paladins with their heads raised.

For the paladin sisters, who believed in the power of their gods, it would be a shame for these demons to attack and even try to stop them.

"It's easy."

A disgusted sneer appeared on the corner of Lady Jedrik's mouth, and then the two of them stretched out a hand that was only wearing dragon scale wrist armor at the same time, wanting to catch the attack with their bare hands.

"Poof—"

It was like something was thrown into the sand, the sword qi was crushed, and the skull was held firmly in the hand, and the arrogance on the faces of the two female knights was even better.

Nothing compares to the blessing of the goddess of life, our unwavering faith and the training we have never given up on over the years.

That's what they think—

"Bang ————"

Then there were two explosions that rang out almost simultaneously, accompanied by two paladins whose arms turned into a mist of blood directly in the explosion.

This is the power of two demigods, for the servants of the gods, this is not at all a force that they can control and understand, it is just a projectile that shatters the arms of the two parry as soon as it reaches the shockwave!

"Cut! Damn it! ”

Caraqulan's face turned pale, and the blood spilling from the corners of her mouth clearly indicated that the damage she had suffered was far more than just her left arm, which had completely disappeared and was drenched in blood, and her internal organs had also been greatly damaged.

Picking up Anderson, who had completely lost his sense of resistance in the face of his beloved disciple, the two female knights hurriedly drilled into the space-time crack that had just taken a bit of momentum and disappeared.

The agility of the movement really seemed to be as if two demigods were chasing after him.

Faced with such a situation, Karn and Sigismundi, who had reappeared in the confrontation, had little time to pay attention to, and once again they only had the difficult opponent in front of them.

When the two men faced each other again, the now true master of the battlefield launched his own attack.

Kelly Freya burst out with crackling arcane sparks, constantly exploding, and the blazing magic energy in her eyes almost covered half of her face. She tried to resist the unspeakable and terrifying presence in front of her with all her might, even if she could almost decide that it was no chance of victory.

On this continent, when Kelly was forced to this extent, almost any mage, even the great elemental mage who hid his strength and killed the elemental mage Kassandra with one blow, had no way to resist, except for that one possibility.

The worst possible is -

God!