When the fleeing papal knight informed Shalivan that the beastly soldiers sent out to capture Yur Shika had been wiped out, Shalivan realized that his plan had changed.

Shalivan didn't expect that there would be someone around Yu'er Shika who could easily deal with the soldiers he had transformed, and there was no way there was such a person among the Darkmoon Knights.

Outside the church gate, Archbishop MacDonald, dragging his fat body, walked in.

"Shalivan, have you prepared a great meal for your master? These appetizers are not enough at all. ”

Looking at this fat guy, the stench of cannibalism permeating the tip of his nose, Shalivan glanced at the other party impatiently.

That's your master, not mine.

However, Shalivan did not say this, but looked at the other party with a smile, "Don't worry, old friend, I will make you satisfied." ”

"I hope you hurry up, the master can't wait." MacDonald shook his body, as if he was looking for a comfortable position, the chairs in the church could no longer support his body, otherwise he would have sat down, and after glancing at the church, he still walked out with a fat body.

"When the plan is completed, I will take you to feed the dog as soon as possible." Pouting in disdain, Shalivan called his knights to the side door of the church, aiming for the Darkmoon God.

"Don't even think of going, Sullivan, you traitor!"

But before he could leave, he saw a tall knight with a bucket-like body walking in.

"Who did I say, it turned out to be our executioner, Lord Smo, obviously you have strength, but it's just because of a little personality problem, Gwen won't let you become the fifth knight, so why continue to be loyal?" Shalivan's tone was a little mocking, but judging from the flames on his weapon at the same time, it was clear that the other party was not something to be underestimated.

The knight known as Smoker is a quasi-knight on par with the four knights under Gwen, but he is disliked by Gwen because of his cruelty and bloodlust, and his penchant for smashing the flesh and bones of the defeated.

He and his boss and comrade-in-arms, the head of the Four Knights, the lion knight Wengstan, nicknamed the Dragon Hunter, tested the undead heroes who came to the City of the King of Gods at the beginning, and their strength is undoubted.

However, since the death of the wolf knight Arterius in suppressing the Abyss, the exile of Hawkeye Gove, the death of Chiaran, and the absence of Onstein, the only powerful knight who still guards the royal city is Smoke, and there is nothing to fear.

"My loyalty is not judged by you traitor!"

A gruff voice came from under Smalle's golden helmet, carved into an eerie smile, and the wide armor made him look like a giant gourd, rather comical.

A papal knight was anxious to make a meritorious service, and before Shalivan could give the order, he rushed forward with his weapon.

I saw Smoker lift the sledgehammer, which was not small for a giant, and easily smashed the papal knight to the ground.

"Bang bang bang-"

With Smalle's cruel laughter, the sound of the ground shaking, and the sound of metal twisting bones shattering, the papal knight under the hammer was no longer recognizable, and flesh flowed out of the flattened armor like a mush.

"Let's get on it!" Shalivan pointed his sword at the other party, and the papal knight beside him rushed forward without fear, even though he had witnessed the tragic situation of his companion.

Small, who hadn't shown his strength for a long time, had been asked by Gwendrin to seal the bone-crushing sledgehammer, and he was still strong when he picked up this weapon again.

In the face of the influx of papal knights, Smoker did not do any defense at all, the giant armor that was difficult for ordinary people to support brought him excellent defense, and the sword slash on his body could basically only leave white marks, and the sledgehammer that surrounded the thunder was extremely deadly to his enemies.

However, just as Smoker was slaughtering, a large group of beastly soldiers twisted into the knights rushed in from the outside.

Then, several tall women held long staffs with blades shaped like windmills at the top, and poured flames on Smoker's body.

The entangled Smoker has no way to avoid it, and can only resist the scorching of the flames, although his armor has excellent physical defense, but

As the temperature rose, he let out a cry of pain.

"Even if you are comparable to the Four Horsemen, how long can you last? Give it up! Shaliwan just looked at Smoke, who was under siege, and a smile curled up at the corner of his mouth.

Smalle raised his hammer high and slammed forward, knocking the enemy in front of him into the air, and then swept them to pieces, "Never! ”

After a short period of time, Smoker was surrounded again, and soon, two more crocodile-shaped beasts who had appeared in the chapel of Yu'er Shika directly smashed through the walls of the church and jumped in, joining the besieging team.

Shalivan smiled disdainfully and turned away.

Surrounded by the disparity in numbers, the tall Smoker, as if besieged by a pack of hungry jackals, slowly retreated to the corner of the church, leaning against the wall to reduce the frequency of his attacks. Some of the knights who had kept their senses saw an opportunity and rushed to Small's weakly protected sides again, one of the knights raised his spear and tried to pierce through the gap in his armor, but then a circle of swirling golden swords exploded through the crowd, and several papal knights and beast soldiers were instantly cut in two.

Except for those crazy beast soldiers, the sudden change made both warring sides stunned, only to see Hill jump in through the hole in the wall, and with a wave of his left hand, the golden light brushed on Smoke's body.

"Big man, can you still hold on?"

Although the armor on his body was deformed in many places, with the arrival of Ciel, the tide of battle immediately changed, and Smoker stomped on the ground, and the nearby enemy was suddenly dizzy, and then his left hand reached out, and a knight who could not dodge was held by his throat, and after the throat bone was broken, he was thrown out again, and he flew away.

"Thank you, I think I'll be able to hold out for a while." Although it wasn't the Silver Knight, Smoker found that Hill was even more powerful, and he couldn't help but think of Onstein when he looked at the paladin who was so much smaller than himself but was shuttling through the enemy formation.

If Onstein hadn't followed the Sun's eldest son away, the combination of the two would definitely have let these betrayers know what the price was, but it didn't seem bad now, and when a fist-like symbol appeared above his head, Smoker felt a lot more powerful.

At this time, Shalivan carried two big swords and walked all the way towards Arnoor Lund above.

"How could I fail?"

Rounding the somewhat complicated passage, Shalivan looked up at the front, his eyes widening.

"Thief against God, where do you want to go!?"

Gwendrin's emaciated figure stood aloft, and the Darkmoon Scepter pointed at Shalivan with a purple glow.

"It can't be!"