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Standing in front of the gate of the wall of the Guangming District, Darren's face was very ugly.

The gate is closed!

The entire Pegasus City is divided into different areas by several rivers, with the Guangming District surrounded in the middle, surrounded by rivers.

A five-meter-high wall was built along the river, with four gates open in four different directions, and the gates came out to the bridge.

At this time, Darren stood on the bridge with all the holy warriors under his command, but he could not enter the Light Zone.

They're stuck here!

Along the way, they encountered a lot of vampire sneak attacks.

The unending storm hides the vampires' tracks and makes their sneak attacks more effective.

Along the way, they lost seven of their companions!

Even Darren himself was injured because there was a powerful vampire viscount who had been circling the sky in half-human, half-bat form, swooping down whenever they slackened.

Five of his companions died at his hands!

On top of that, more and more vampires are showing up.

The evil aura that Darren alone sensed was no less than twenty!

There are so many vampires and bloodsucking creatures, which makes Darren extremely nervous.

He knew that today was dangerous.

Maybe all of them will die here!

Darren is not afraid of death.

But dying like this made him feel very uncomfortable.

He had to fight to the death!

Killing one is enough, killing two is earning!

More than thirty paladins raised their swords of light at the same time.

The sword of light radiated endless light, and the bodies of the holy warriors burst out with endless potential, and they prayed silently with devout hearts.

They prayed to the gods of light, but received no answer.

So they remembered the original idea of the paladin and began to pray for the light itself.

The holy warriors believed in light, and the power that represented light was called Holy Light.

The power of the Holy Light of the Holy Warriors comes from the firm faith and devotion of the heart, and the stronger the heart, the longer they practice the path of the Light, the stronger their power will be.

Warriors and Stalkers may weaken as they age, causing a decline in their combat effectiveness, and those experienced veterans may not be as strong as the reckless younger warriors. Unless advanced to Legendary, the golden age of most physics professionals is around 30 years old, and no more than 40 years old at most.

But the Paladins are different.

As long as they don't violate the path of the Holy Light, the older the Holy Warriors are, the more Holy Light energy they can get, and the stronger their strength will be!

These paladins were devout enough, but unfortunately they were too young and had only been exposed to the path of Light for a short time, so the Light did not give them much Light energy.

And for a big reason.

They had given a portion of their faith to the gods of light, which also affected the purity of their faith, so they could not be fully recognized by the light itself.

More than twenty vampires came to besiege him.

Gray-haired rats twenty or thirty centimeters long came out of the sewers.

Water snakes swim ashore from the river.

Vampire bats flew from the distant sky.

Darren's eyes were fixed on the swooping vampire viscount.

When the vampire viscount was close enough, he suddenly swung the sword of light, and in an instant, the light was magnificent.

"For the Light!"

It was a terrible battle, and one by one the young paladins fell, and the older paladins didn't last long.

The results were brilliant.

The corpses of bats, water snakes, and rats were strewn all over the floor, and at least fifteen vampires had their bodies cut off, including the vampire nobleman and the vampire baron.

The power of the Light directly incinerated their bodies, and even their souls could not escape.

For undead creatures like vampires, the Way of Light does not give any chance of atonement.

Eventually, Darren was left with no one to his side, and only he was left with more than thirty paladins.

All the paladins in Pegasus City were killed, and only he was the only one left.

Those who were older and stronger than him died, and those who were younger and weaker than him also died, leaving only himself.

A vampire viscount stood right in front of him with a mocking smile on his face.

Darren panted.

He really couldn't do it, he ran out of strength, and he had at least a dozen scars on his body. If it weren't for the fact that his physique was beyond ordinary people, maybe he would have fallen by now.

Darren wielded the Sword of Light, shouted, and charged towards the vampire viscount.

However, his speed was too slow.

A long sword pierced the armor on his body and then his heart.

The holy warrior is a poor profession, most of the holy warriors only have ordinary armor on their bodies, and even the sword of light in their hands is only the most ordinary iron sword, but because it is infused with the power of light, they have the ability of the extraordinary rank.

The Sword of Light of Lord Saint Inquisition, from the Temple of Light, is an extraordinary second-order longsword donated by a noble viscount, so even if the power of light is destroyed by filthy things, it is still valuable and was taken away by Kai.

But the Sword of Light in Darren's hand was just a refinement-level sword in itself.

And the armor on his body is the most ordinary armor, not even a refined product, and it can't form an effective defense at all.

Blood, flowing down the wound, felt the flow of life force.

"Death is the closest moment to the Light."

At this time, the words of his brother came to his mind.

Previously he didn't know what that meant, but now he does.

Because at this moment, he really saw the great light.

Not the gods of light, not the angels who represent the light, but the real light, the great light.

There is a light in front of me, and there is a light in my heart.

In this moment, he possessed the greatest power of his life, the last mercy of the Light and the recognition of his short life.

"The Light Lives On!"

He raised the sword of light and pierced the heart of the vampire viscount with unprecedented speed.

And then it fell with a bang!

The light faded, and the vampire viscount's face was very ugly.

He drew his sword from his chest, where the wound was hard to heal.

Not long ago, he was pierced in the chest by the sword of light of the Holy Inquisitor, and he was hit hard, and he finally sucked the blood of several noble professionals, and only then did he recover most of it.

I wanted to kill this group of holy warriors, and then go to the lady to ask for credit, but I didn't expect that not only did I lose more than a dozen vampires, but even I was pierced in the chest again by the sword of light, and I was hit hard!

"Damn the Holy Warrior, damn the Holy Inquisitor, damn Darren!" The vampire viscount scolded.

At this moment, a voice suddenly sounded from behind him.

"Marcas, do you want to make meritorious contributions?"