Ringer's words were two seconds late, and the policeman who opened the door seemed to be opening with anger, and he didn't know what kind of anger he was making, as if he was fighting with the gate, and the two heavy wooden doors were pulled open by him and brushed open.

The door was wide open, and before the cold wind that poured into the church had entered, he collapsed with his left hand on his chest and his right hand against the darkness.

Ringer stood tall and could see far away, and a javelin made of bamboo flew out of the night and stabbed him, as if it were the same as the javelin that had attacked him that night.

He immediately thought of the white-eyed old man, the necromancer, who was nearby!

Ringer estimated that the radius of hiding should not exceed three hundred meters, and no matter how far it goes, the summoned spiritual power will weaken with the increase of the game.

Inside the church, three policemen ran to the door.

Ringer shouted: 'Don't go over, retreat into church, retreat into church, close the door, close the door!' ’

No one seemed to listen to Ringer, and a couple more Cossack cavalry walked up.

Ringer covered his face.

The wall of the doorway, the moment the police opened the door, he could see clearly, it was a human wall composed of white-skinned strangers, and the reason why Ringer could see the wall was that the ice hammers in their hands were emitting a dim white light, and the ice hammers lined up in a line, turning the white-skinned stranger's figure into a strange wall.

There are two rows of them, the first is armed with ice hammers, and the second row with ice hammers and javelins.

The masked man in the forest, he didn't see, not a single one.

Plop, plop...

The policemen who came forward to observe arrived and shouted in pain.

Javelins stuck in their legs, in their stomachs.

Michal's shouts rang out: "What's going on?!" ”’

The reaction time of the Cossack cavalry was 1 second, a pike fired, and bam! The gunshots rang out in the snowy night, breaking two strips of ice hanging from the roof of the church house, falling on the stones on the ground, splitting apart, and making a crisp click.

By the time Ringer rushed to the first floor, there was already a lot of gunfire.

The Cossack cavalry formed an arc formation, half crouching, half standing, raising their guns and firing a volley, and through the smoke of gunpowder, Ringer saw that the white-skinned monster had attacked the door.

The bullet easily pierced their bodies.

Black blood spilled out of the body, and every eye-catching place turned into a large round black block.

Some white-skinned weirdos, whose whole bodies were blackened by their own black blood, never fell.

The man in white in the back row, javelin volley.

The formation of the Cossack cavalry collapsed, half of the dead and wounded, and the remaining Cossack cavalry, half of their courage.

They had never seen such a person, a person who could not be killed by a bullet at all.

The shooting stopped, the Cossack cavalry ran out of bullets from their guns, and the white-skinned stranger finished throwing the javelins in his hand.

There was a temporary pause in the battlefield at the entrance of the church.

The strange man in white continued to move forward, his steps in unison, his footsteps in the snow amplified, and he emitted a crushing death step.

Attack on the Undead, is that so?

I don't know who roared, a roar full of battles and counterattacks, piercing the snowflakes in the sky and supporting the clouds.

All the Cossack cavalry drew their scimitars from their backs.

Ringer was infected, and he wanted to find a cutlass somewhere.

Michal was beside him, and the remaining two policemen, one on the left and one on the right, protected him, and the muscles on Michal's originally ruddy fat face were constantly trembling.

He was angry and timid.

The former unbeatable sheriff, that's what the fuck is.

Ringer cursed: "Michal, take out your handcuffs, so many criminals!" ”

Michal sprang up from his stool: "Father Muhan said that you are a man who brings bad luck and demons, and if this is the case, I will kill you first!" ”

He shot Ringer with a shot.

Bang!

Ringer hid on the side of the wall.

As Michal was still trying to kill him, a white-skinned monster was already wielding an ice hammer at him.

Bang bang bang....

The bullet could only slow the white-skinned monster's footsteps for a moment.

Michal ran out of bullets and didn't know what to do.

His men reacted, pulled Michal into the house, and slammed the door shut.

The white-skinned monster slammed it over, the wooden door was smashed, and then two hammers, the wooden door fell apart, and it walked in, and two white-skinned people followed up.

Inside the courtyard, ice hammers and scimitars collided, making a strange sound familiar to Ringer.

One by one, the Cossack cavalry fell with a scream, and only six of the white-skinned monsters hung up, and their heads were cut off by the Cossack cavalry.

Ringer chanted a spell desperately in the corner, hoping to summon another fire elf.

It's just that, no matter how much he reads, no undead have appeared.

On the other side of the corner, a door to the guest room fell to the ground with a thud, and Simslan ran out first, followed by Diana and Valery.

"Let their knives dip in holy water and fight!"

Ringer suddenly realized and hurried towards the courtyard.

However, the battle is over.

The courtyard is full of white-skinned weirdos, white and shaky, like a post-apocalyptic world.

At least 50 of them! Ringer thought.

Simslan ran over: "All dead? ”

"Hey, it's dead."