At night, Hurengel crackles in the light of the fires that spread across the neighborhoods, but when you actually stand in the city, you can only feel the suffocating dead silence, as if the most prosperous seaport capital of the Violet Kingdom is drying up and dying.

The citizens of the city locked the doors of their houses, and the lucky ones among them hid in the corners of their bedrooms waiting for the catastrophe to pass, and the unfortunate people ran out of their homes under the threat of fire, covering their noses, and before long they were killed by the undead creatures that roamed the streets, and finally transformed into one of the dead by a low-ranking corpse witch passing by - by that time, most of the unfortunate ones were zombies, and a few unlucky ones who had been gnawed off by ghouls had turned into skeletons.

The lucky ones huddled in their homes that were not yet surrounded by flames and prayed. They prayed for the nobles' private soldiers to appear, but they did not appear, and the nobles did not know where they went; They prayed to the guards of the city to stand up, but the guards did not appear, and the guardians of the city seemed to evaporate from the world; They prayed that the clergy of the church would come forward, but the clergy did not show up because the cathedral of Tiamagos had fallen.

Count Drew and Priest McCas stand directly below the frescoes in the dome.

Hurengel's fire had not yet spread to the parish, the auditorium of Tiamagos Cathedral was chilling, the stained glass windows stained with blood were like a prison bar, the ceilinged magic crystal lamp resembled a cold moon hanging high, and the marble statue of the god standing at the end of the hall seemed to shiver in the moonlight.

The young-looking Earl was surrounded by followers. If the townsman of Hurengel had a good memory, he would now have been horrified to find that the counts' servants were none other than the nobles' private soldiers and the city's guards, and that they had now shed their old robes and replaced them with strange robes, all of which had a demon's head under them.

That's the logo of the Cult of the Devil.

These demonic cultists are now standing in the auditorium of the cathedral with their true identities, no one knows when the private soldiers and guards have been transferred, and the church personnel who dare to resist the demons have fallen to the floor of the hall, where the purple-spot patients are unconscious by a scent released by Count Drew and Priest McCass.

"Ah, what a lovely child." Count Drew stood beside Lilith's bedside and reached out to stroke the girl's quiet cheek, "Her body is like a holy grail full of magic, I can feel the continuous torrent from her body, she is simply a rare magical genius...... and a perfect container that is rare in a century. ”

"My lord, we need to hurry." Priest McCas walked over to the earl and whispered a reminder, "Although Mr. Murfus has plenty of time for us, it is better for us to be cautious, after all, a few of the clergy in the church have escaped. ”

"You're saying they're going to bring people in our way?" The Count turned his head, a hint of displeasure on his cold face.

"Uh... I'm just talking about it below. The priest bowed his head cautiously.

He showed his humility in front of the count, as if standing before him was not the lord of a city, but ...... Something else.

"Wow, look at your rat-like guts." Looking at the priest who bowed his head in front of him, Count Drew couldn't help but laugh, "But what you said is not wrong, it's always good to be careful." ”

With that, the Count withdrew his hand from Lilith's face, and turned to face the cultists standing in the Great Hall. The unconscious warlock girl did not make the slightest movement during this period, and her indifferent face was like a peaceful sleeping beauty.

"Cultists, move the sacrifices back to the castle." Earl Drew looked at the cultists in front of him and said, "Doomsday is watching us. ”

His voice was not high, but the shepherds in the hall jumped with joy when they heard his words, as if they had received a blessing, and these fanatical madmen quickly and cheerfully shook their arms in strange motions, and then dispersed in an orderly manner around the various purpura patients to begin a mighty carrying activity.

These cheerful nerves were very nimble, and within a minute of Count Drew's order, the first few quick-moving cultists had already trotted over the main entrance of the hall with the patients on their shoulders, their faces as if there was gold waiting to be picked up outside the church.

However, instead of gold, there was no gold on the outside of the church, but there was an unexpected "surprise" for them.

When the first cultist carrying the purple spot patient walked out of the main entrance of the auditorium, the second cultist who followed the man immediately heard a terrible scream, and two pillars of blood gushed out of his face.

Immediately after, the second cultist's body stiffened, and the other cultists in the hall were shocked to see a scarlet silver sword piercing through the back of their cultist. The hapless shepherd's head drooped, and the purple spot patient he carried on his shoulders fell like a sandbag, and the people in the hall, including Count Drew and Priest McCas, saw a half-orc in robes and armor blocking the main entrance to the Great Hall.

"Knight of the Bergereau?" Priest McCasse took a step forward in surprise, "What are you doing here?" ”

"This is what I want to ask you, Count Drew, Priest McCass." The orc knight drew his blood-stained silver sword, raised his foot and kicked the cultist in front of him, pointing to the scene in the auditorium and asking, "What's going on?" ”

"It's not your duty, knight." The middle-aged priest glared at the half-orc knight, raised his hand and pointed to the stained glass window on the side, "Go back to your post and go outside the church to exterminate the undead." ”

"But I can't let go of the evil in front of me." The knight strode into the Great Hall and waved his hand to shake the blood off his sword

The half-orc Mithril Knight named Bogro stood in front of the door of the auditorium under the gaze of the cultists in the hall, and he swept the room with a fierce gaze that frightened some of the timid demon shepherds into moving a small step back, causing Count Drew, who had been standing aside to watch the play, to the displeasure of Count Drew.

Finally, the Earl, who had given the order to the cultists to carry them, stood up with a sigh of relief. The suspicious young earl walked directly across from the orc knight in two steps, stood with the middle-aged priest beside him, looked at the sword-wielder in front of the main entrance of the auditorium, and asked, "What do you mean, knight?" ”

The gaze of Bergero and Count Drew met in mid-air between them, and neither of them looked at them with the slightest compromise of concession.

Eventually, three seconds passed in the auditorium in the silence before the storm, and Bergero raised his left hand and took out a pendant carved with a demon's head from under his white robe.

"I picked this up in the priest's room." He held the pendant in his hand in one hand and looked directly into the eyes of Priest McCasse and Count Drew, "Tell me, this is what this is?" What do you want to do? ”

Priest Mercas looked at the pendant in Bogro's hand and froze.

Of course he knew what it was.

The pattern on the pendant is the same as the demon head emblem that the cultists hide under their robes, which is the emblem of the Demon Shepherd. It should have been on him now, but he must have been sloppy when he was tidying up his clothes for a long time, and dropped the pendant he was carrying into the room. The damn thing was picked up by a Templar Mithril Knight.

Priest McCasse felt a drop of cold sweat break out on his forehead. He looked at Count Drew on the side with a frightened face, and found that Count Drew had a sneer on the corner of his mouth, turned his head to look at him, and then turned to the half-orc knight behind him and said, "You saw something you shouldn't see, knight." ”

Then, the young count walked towards the cultists behind the priest, raised his arm and gave a thumbs-up to the Mithril Knight, who was gradually moving away from him, and gave a new order to the cultists in the auditorium.

"Kill him." He said, his tone playfully cold.