Chaotic battles unfold in villages that have been reduced to rubble.

Not so long ago, the attackers considered themselves guardians of the land and their people, practitioners and propagators of the Light, warriors of tradition and order, but now they are just a bunch of hungry bandits on the verge of madness.

Hunger, it weakens people and brings death, but it can also lead people in the other direction before it fully exerts its power: madness and brutality.

Wright didn't know how many people were attacking, he only felt that every ruin around him, every fence outside the village, and even the grass and dirt slopes beyond him were enemies, and the cries of frenzy and even ecstasy came from all directions, and there was not even much human smell in those shouts.

He wielded the molten sword in his hand, the blade glowed with a surging of magic, he was not a skilled swordsman, and even his posture of wielding the long sword was not much stronger than that of a civilian with a pitchfork, but he was tall and strong, and every swing of the sword was enough to drive those hungry and crazy enemies far enough, and between the swings of the long sword, he clearly saw the ugly appearance of those attackers-

Dressed in dirty, tattered armor and robes, their faces stained with mud, some of them even stained with dried blood, their eyes bloodshot and red, their eyes full of beastly light, they shouted and rushed to the campfire, to the civilians, and even to the frightened Cecil soldiers who had annihilated them all before, and they had long since lost their minds and fear, they had only food and fire in their eyes.

Countless attackers poured out of the darkness, and the Cecil soldiers present fought back with the help of cover while covering the retreat of the civilians, and the blinding beams of scorching rays continued to tear through the darkness one deadly fire after another, but there were too many enemies.

A soldier threw a crystalline grenade with all his might, and the grenade exploded violently on the other side of the campfire, and in the loud noise and intense flash of the explosion, several attackers were swept into the sky, and the enemy's offensive was slightly halted, as if the devastating explosion had left a terrifying enough impression in their minds that they would instinctively fear even in the midst of madness - but their fear only lasted for a few seconds, and someone shouted: "There are few of them!" Don't be afraid, there are few of them!! "Kill! Kill! "They have something to eat! What they have is food! ”

Hunger and high tension in their nerves had completely lost their minds, and they began to attack the makeshift line of Cecil's soldiers almost without fear of death, and this completely chaotic, instinctive "tactic" turned out to be effective: there were so few Cecil soldiers, and there was no "heavenly fire explosion" that could wipe out thousands of people, and under their frenzied onslaught, Wright and his comrades had to retreat one after another.

A heavily armed Cecil soldier was the equivalent of a low-level transcendent, but there was more than one transcendent among the attackers in the night, and Wright saw bright fireballs and charged swords flying and shining in the darkness, and he swung his long sword vigorously, slashing a volley of fireball to the side, and then slashed a long sword from his side - but because of the blow, he used too much force, and the molten sword in his hand came out of his hand.

He staggered in inertia as a cool breeze came from the back of his neck, and he quickly bent down, then backhanded at the assailant in the back - he grabbed the air but managed to force the assailant back two steps.

Wright quickly turned around and saw the assailant's appearance - it was a knight in steel armor, with a tattered white robe draped over the armor, half of the cloak hanging from the robe that had long been torn, and in the knight's hand, a long sword that radiated a faint white glow.

Knight of the Holy See of the Church of the Light.

At the sight of the faint white glow shining on the long sword, Wright's thoughts couldn't help but pause for a moment.

"It's not the same as facing your fellow church people on the battlefield than a brawl breaking out in the streets of the country...... Are you ready to face them? ”

The knight with the sword in his hand didn't seem to expect that the big man in front of him would be so difficult after losing his weapon, but after an extremely brief moment of shock, he reacted, and then raised his sword to bully forward, the holy light on the blade surging in the darkness, emitting enough heat to burn flesh and blood: "Go to death!" ”

Wright woke up from the scorching heat of the Light's close-quarters, and he contracted his muscles to the sideways violently, narrowly dodging a blow to his chest, then stretched out his arm and grabbed the attacker's wrist, twisting it with force to snatch the enemy's weapon.

The holy light lit up near the knight's wrist, instantly forming a steel-solid barrier and flicking Wright's hand away, and then a dazzling light erupted around the papal knight, and the whole person retreated with incredible speed, and then he swung his sword, and a shockwave of holy light was released from the tip of the sword.

The bright arc of light slammed into the already crumbling force field shield, and the dissipating holy light turned into scorching light particles, leaving a little burning mark on Wright's exposed skin, and Wright took advantage of the last cover of the force field shield to rush forward when the papal knight was momentarily stunned, and threw the knight to the ground like a tiger.

The papal knight struggled and let out an angry roar, the holy light continued to gather in him, making his strength rise steadily, but Wright pressed the enemy's chest to death, holding the opponent's neck with one hand, and grabbing the enemy's sword-holding wrist with the other, allowing the scorching holy light on the opponent's body to burn his palm, and he couldn't let go: "Why?!" ”

"I'll kill you!!" The Holy See Knight roared, and scorching holy light erupted from his long sword, and the scattered light flames even burned Wright's shoulder, but Wright only grabbed the Holy See knight's wrist harder, and even shattered the holy light barrier on the opponent's wrist inch by inch: "Why?!" ”

The Papal Knight looked in horror at the angry enemy in front of him, he watched as the flesh and blood of the other party were burned in the holy light, and watched the rune brilliance in the opponent's armor extinguish one after another in the overload, but the pressure he himself felt was constantly increasing, and in the panic, he shouted loudly: "What are you talking about!? ”

"You bully the weak, you plunder the innocent, you attack the civilians, you are greedy! You have committed almost every count in the sacred texts!! Wright completely smashed the Holy Light Barrier on the wrist of the Papal Knight, and even crushed the opponent's wrist, and in the tragic shouts of the Papal Knight, he punched the other party in the face, "Why! Why do you sinful people still use the Light!? ”

His second punch was swung hard, and in the blood of the enemy splattered everywhere, the last bit of runic brilliance in the magic guide terminal was completely extinguished - his whole body was exposed to the high-intensity holy light erosion for a long time, and the protection of the magic guide weapon was finally overwhelmed, and the overload destroyed it.

Just as Wright finally knocked the papal knight in front of him unconscious, another enemy in a white burqa and a sword of holy light pounced on him.

Wright felt the wind coming from the back of his head, and felt the sting of the holy light burning his skin again, but he didn't have time to turn his head, he could only rush to the side as fast as he could, and at this moment, out of the corner of his eye, he also saw the person who attacked him - it was the second Papal Knight.

The second papal knight did not give Wright a chance to get back on his feet, and when Wright was completely out of balance and unable to dodge, he had already swung his sword again and slashed down, but at this moment, a stone suddenly flew out of the darkness not far away.

The powerless stone smashed into the Papal Knight's shoulder, causing no damage, but slowing the Papal Knight's sword by half a beat, and the sword cut a bloody cut in Wright's face, who took the opportunity to roll over and crawl.

Wright saw the man throwing the stone—not far away, next to the entrance to the cellar, Emily was standing dumbfounded, still in the posture of throwing the stone.

The papal knight roared angrily, and with a flick of his sword, a blade of holy light silently slashed through the darkness and pierced the little girl's chest.

Emily collapsed before Wright's eyes.

Anger, hatred, or something else...... Wright didn't know what emotions were popping up in his mind at this moment, occupying his thoughts, he only knew that this was something he had been following the path of the Light and trying to restrain himself, he was temperate, he was self-controlled, he was tolerant, he controlled his emotions all the time, but at this moment, his mind was finally filled with those emotions.

The anger and confusion that had been accumulating for a long time were flipped at this moment.

He seemed to forget about the Papal Knights who were close at hand, and at this moment, with only the little girl who had fallen to the ground, he rushed in the direction of the entrance to the cellar and rushed in front of Emily.

The little girl still had her last breath, she breathed hard, the flesh charred by the blade of light cracked in her breath, blood gushing out of the charred wound, pulling her closer to death with each second, Wright knelt in front of her, but after seeing the wound, he knew it was too late.

But the little girl just tried to open her eyes and look at the big man in the dark.

She seemed to laugh, and Wright only heard a faint word come into her ear: "Big uncle, there really is a circle of light around you......"

The Papal Knight came up behind Wright, who looked mockingly at the enemy, who seemed to have lost his mind at the death of a little girl, and then raised his sword high and swung it down mercilessly.

The longsword was wiped out in the collision of light and light.

His eyes widened in horror as he watched as the tall "Cecil" slowly stood up, a layer of liquid light enveloping the "Cecil's" body, covering his armor, covering his skin, covering everything about him.

It's like a cast of light.

Wright opened his eyes, and the light surged in his eyes, in the shocking wound on his face, and he raised his bare-forged arm, grabbed the papal knight's neck, and lifted him into the air little by little, slowly exerting force.

The Papal Knight struggled hard, the scorching light made the flesh and blood of his body begin to smoke, and in the fear of death, his eyes widened, staring at Wright's eyes: "Lord...... Curse you......"

"I-curse-curse-it!!"

Pure light burst out from the cracks in the Papal Knight's armor, and in this unprecedented clear light, the flesh and bones of the Papal Knight instantly vaporized.

A pair of tattered armor and burqas were scattered all over the floor.

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