Before dawn is the darkest.

At this time, the holy city was in the deepest darkness. Although the thunderstorm has subsided, the foul-smelling mud and humid and muggy air have plunged the city into a muddy hell.

The ruins were littered with corpses. The corpses with clothes or armor were the holy soldiers or human civilians who had died in battle, the naked corpses without clothes were werewolves who had been killed and turned back into their original forms, and the piles of ashes that had not been blown away by the wind or washed away by the rain were evidence that the vampires had ever existed.

Fighting continued in the south and east of the city, and the evacuation of the north side of the city gradually became apparent.

A spatial crack appeared, and the White Tiger returned with Tismu and Ray, who were chasing the target werewolf, on their backs.

"Did you find it?" asked Joyka.

Tismu sighed and shook his head helplessly.

"Damn!" Ray punched the ground, "We've already caught up with the werewolf, but we can't find my brother's finger or ring in its mouth, and we can't find it when it cuts open its belly, and who knows when it moved." ”

"I see, I see. This is a scam to secretly cross Chen Cang. Yundi said.

"Scam?" Tismu asked, frowning.

Joica: "Since the fat man's finger was taken away, the attacks of the wolves have gradually slowed down, and both the number of incoming wolves and the number of attacks have decreased far compared to before......"

"That's it! The eggless animals withered like this, and Lao Tzu didn't even sweat. Before Joyka could finish speaking, she was interrupted by the dwarves who couldn't have enough of the fight.

"Please, you can't let someone else finish first. Yun Di glanced at Spyruk and continued to follow Joyka's words, "There are all kinds of indications that the purpose of those wolves attacking the refugees from the beginning was not the refugees themselves, but the space storage ring, to be precise, the 'Star Keys' hidden in the ring. Now that the ring has been won, the subsequent attack is more like a cover for the retreat. ”

The half-elf thought for a moment and said, "It's very likely. With such an organized and planned action, it seems that those wolves are not driven by the instincts of simple beasts or monsters, but must have been manipulated behind them, so that burying their own people among us is also done. ”

At this point, everyone looked at Sister Oldai and her schoolgirls as they gathered to pray to God of Light.

"Why did Sister Jenna do such a thing, Lord, forgive Jana......"

"I don't know if these nuns are really being kept in the dark, but if you ask them directly, you won't get any useful information. Joyka voiced his analysis.

"It's all my fault!" the Star Keys were given to me for safekeeping, but I threw them away, ouch...... "Cassius screamed in pain as he touched the wound he had just bandaged.

"Now is not the time to hold accountable, and the identity of the person who took away the 'secret key of the stars' is not difficult to guess. In front of so many Saint Army soldiers beside him, Yun Di didn't say it too clearly, "If that's the case, Sister Anqi, your workload will increase. ”

The coffin was bathed in the light of the burning eyes.

The angel's apparition stabbed the spear into Meritgar's back, turning it into countless points of light, and patches of transparent magical feathers fell around it.

"Woo--......woo-

Surrounded by points of light and feathers of light, Merit Gar let out a series of strange screams, and countless transparent silk threads appeared on his body, each of which was connected to the holy relics in a coffin, and the magic array kept turning, absorbing the light summoned by St. Anqi at the cost of his life, and then turning into the brilliance of the magic array itself. Each silk thread symbolizes the oracle contract between Meritgar and a pope, and next to each crystal coffin connected by silk threads, an apparition of an angel will appear, and the angels will poke their spears into the body in front of them one by one.

The magic crystal, which had absorbed the divine power of the "stigmata", judged the magic spears to be harmless, and allowed them to pass through without resistance, causing them to touch the dried corpses lying in the coffin, and the silk thread connecting the coffin to Merit Gar was broken, symbolizing the end of the composite mythical contract between them. As the restraints imposed by Meritgar were lifted, the luster on the Soul Bead disappeared, and the spirit of the first pope who had escaped from the trap rose into the air and disappeared from the main material realm, and the corpse quickly weathered and turned into dust.

When all the angelic apparitions completed their task and disappeared into points of light and feathers of light, the Holy Maiden of Radiance also exhausted her life, and fell to the ground with a "snap", and as soon as her left hand was released, the staff of the priesthood fell and rolled on the ground, while her right hand still clutched the short sword that pierced her heart, without any relaxation. It can be seen that her determination is very strong.

"Old--Division--"

Sophia hissed and threw herself on Saint-Angel. Although Yan zhòng's internal injuries and weak body hindered her movements, her determination to return to St. Angi's side.

The veil of the saint had fallen off, and this was the first and last time Sophia had seen her teacher. It's a beautiful face, although it's the age of a, but it's not inferior even compared to a young girl.

The art of sacrifice drained St. Angel's life force, and she collapsed peacefully in a pool of blood, leaving only a satisfied smile. The teacher left like this, leaving not even a last word. Sophia hugged the body that was getting cold, tears splashing down like raindrops, she was so sad that she opened her mouth but couldn't cry.

"Sophia......" Owen looked at her grief-stricken appearance, and could only whisper from afar, but did not come to comfort her.

First, Owen was seriously injured in order to hinder Meritgar, and secondly, he believed that Sophia would be able to get out of her grief on her own. Owen also deeply understands this unforgettable bereavement, as a person who has come over, he knows that no outsiders can help Sophia at this time, only she can survive by herself.

"Damn! Damn......"

Although he was dissolved from the pact with the successive popes, Meritgar did not die, he just became very old. With slear, blackened skin, sparse gray, sparse hair, a hoarse voice, and atrophied muscles, it was hard to believe that the old man in front of him was the strong, young paladin he had been before.

Once the Pope's body is consumed as a stand-in, Meritgar will get the Pope's magic power and greatly improve his strength, but correspondingly, he will also age his body due to the loss of the life he borrowed from the Pope. When all the compound contracts were dissolved, Merit Gaal also restored his true age - as an old monster who had lived for more than two thousand years, this was his true face.

"What?" Seeing Meritgar, Owen had a feeling of cooling from his heart, not that Meritgar's old face was terrifying, but that there were still some silk threads on the latter's body that had not been broken, and the remains of the Pope connected by silk threads had not disappeared, and there were a total of 13 silk threads that had survived, that is, even if St. Angel fought for his life, there were still 13 composite contracts that had not been dissolved.

"It's a pity, you almost made it in one step. Although he had grown old, Merit Gar did not change his arrogant tone, "To be honest, I was also taken aback, this Holy Maiden was not a virgin, and she could not fully exert the strength of the Radiant Holy Maiden. ”

The unexpected words uttered by Meritgar shocked Sophia, who was immersed in grief: "Virgin body?!"

"As a saint of the Bright Sect, how many sins will be atonement for this indecency?"

"You...... You shut up. Don't insult Teacher Angel!"

"Insults, hum! I'm just telling the truth. And I can probably guess who the sinner who made this holy lady lose her virginity is, it must be the wild son of this deposed pope. Meritgar pointed to the corpse of the contemporary Pope Frio I, who had fallen to the ground, "It should be said that there is a father and there is a son, and both father and son are of this virtue." But this is not bad, the father-in-law and daughter-in-law died together, and went to find the son to have a family together, and they were happy. Haha......"

Although it sounds incredible, Meritgar's speculation is by no means empty, and although St. Angel's ability to use Patnin's unique sword technique "Divine Sword Rose Blade" just now does not mean anything, it is difficult not to further associate the relationship between the two men.

"Shut up!"

One after another, Sophia could not bear it any longer, and a transcendent and huge energy suddenly gushed out of her body, breaking through the skin of her wrists and palms, and gushing out from the cracked wounds, filling every corner of the coffin.

"That's ...... Ahh

"It's Stigma!" Owen recognized it at a glance, even though he had only seen Sophia use this power once.

But Meritgar couldn't accept the fact: "It's impossible, her 'stigma' power has obviously been sucked dry. ”

"You're too superficial. Those few magic crystals have only taken away Sophia's most superficial 'stigma', and this little girl's potential is far beyond your imagination. "The speaker is the Prince of Blood, and as Sophia's defeated subordinate, the Prince is more qualified than anyone else to say this.

By the way, the vampire prince's face was even more terrifying than that of Meritgar at this time, and although he left Meritgar in time before the spear could be stabbed, the scattered light still scorched the left side of his body.

"No, ......no," Melitgar wailed feebly, but all his efforts were in vain.

However, the "stigmata" divine power that dominated the coffin lasted only a few seconds before suddenly vanishing without a trace. Sophia staggered and fell to the ground, unconscious, and the stigma that had hung over her hand was gone. Owen lunged forward and took Sophia into his arms.

The grief of the teacher's death, the heavy injuries, and the great overdraft of her strength dragged the girl along.

"Rest for a while, Sophia, I'll take care of the rest. Owen stroked Sophia's slightly messy hair.