The city of gods, Cui Vanke, has fallen into a deathly silence since it was shrouded in dark shadows, and the once glorious buildings are stained with the blood of innocents, and the original brilliant divine light is no longer there, and the shocking chants of the past have never been heard again.

The sacred place, which was once bustling and thriving, was like a pool of stagnant water.

But today, the dead silence has been broken.

A shout of slaughter shattered the sky, and a group of bloodied knights slashed in from the magnificent gate, their feet stepping on the brilliant aura, they wielded the swords in their hands, they mercilessly slashed the enemy in front of them, tears, blood, roars, step by step towards the temple of Trivank.

"Forgive me! My brother! ”

A knight cried and chopped off the head of a fanatic with a sword.

"Long live Sakaram!"

A knight with a pierced heart clung to the enemy in front of him, and the blazing flame burned both of them to ashes.

"For salvation! To atone for your sins! ”

A knight with several sharp blades stuck in his body limped forward, wielding his sword desperately, before being chopped to pieces by a group of fanatical believers with sharp blades.

The blood of the knights mixed with the blood of the believers formed a long bloody path that led to the deepest part of the holy city.

In the sewers of Kurast, Lilian's bow and arrow kept shooting at a swarm of bats, flying in the air with a chill, a huge green bat haunting her.

"You guys go first, you must send Klimt's brain to Modi and them!" Lillian shouted to the other group of people rushing to help.

"Yes!" Farrie and Goyle replied at the same time. Leading a group of paladins towards the exit of the sewers, they knew that time was running out, and they were facing enemies many times their size every moment. There is no room for them to delay.

The exit was getting closer and closer, and Fari could even see the glimmer of light at the entrance of the cave.

But there was a sound of footsteps, and a group of Berserkers of Sakaram stopped in front of them.

"You go first!" Looking at the familiar figure at the head, the corners of Goyle's mouth twitched, and he opened his mouth to say something, but in the end it was just a cold command.

Charged, he slammed into the crowd of berserkers. The sword in his hand swung like a whirlwind, and his own blood spilled along with the blood of his enemies, but he alone entangled all his enemies.

"Let's go!" With a tear in the corner of his eye. Farri glanced at the lone knight and gritted her teeth and rushed towards the hole.

Looking at the figure of Farrie and the others leaving, Goyle let out a long breath, and he gently dodged a scythe that slashed at his chest. Then he said to one of the fanatics, "Okay." Will, my old friend, is all we have left now! ”

"I'm going to get you out this time, even if it's just your soul!" ――

In the dark temple, the divine frozen aura under Mo Wen's feet suddenly erupted, and the freezing cold qi froze and cracked the fist of sparks, Brim's thorny aura, and then the redemption of Gracewald in his hand crossed a beautiful trajectory, knocking Brim's head to pieces in one fell swoop.

There was no joy in the slightest. Without even looking at this monster who was neither human nor ghostly, Mo Wen picked up the flail that fell on the ground and ran towards the outside of the hall.

Dozens of knights were forming a battle formation there. Dead blocking the onslaught of thousands of fanatics.

The aura under Mo Wen's feet quickly changed, and with the support of the fanatical aura, the originally precarious battle formation stabilized again.

"Seattle, how's it going?" A sword split a rushing fanatic in two, and Bruce shouted at Mo Wen covered in blood.

"The flail has arrived!" Gracewald's redemption turned into five afterimages, and in an instant, several believers who rushed up to him were smashed into meat sauce.

"What now? Lilian: They haven't come back yet! ”

"Wait! Trust them! ”

The fight continued, Mo Wen had never felt that time had passed so long, shooting, defending, killing, mechanically repeating his movements, the enemies fell in front of him one by one, but the knights around Mo Wen continued to decrease, and one of his hearts gradually fell to the bottom.

Suddenly, Mo Wen's ears moved, and he seemed to hear something.

Unlike the frenzied roar of the Sakaram cultists and the unwilling wails of the knights around them before they died, it seemed to be the voice of hope.

Raising his head, at the outermost part of the sea of people, Mo Wen saw a figure wielding a sword in one hand and holding something in the other.

"Bruce!"

He roared, pointing in that direction.

"Got it!"

Bruce leaped high like an eagle, overriding most of the fanatics at once.

The giant sword in his hand carried a whirlwind, and after landing on the ground, Bruce fought his way out of the encirclement like a meat grinder and came to the side of the figure.

"Let's go!"

He grabbed Fari and went back to kill.

Roaring, facing the sword, and after paying a lot of scars, he grabbed Fari by the arm and jumped back to the temple.

At the back of the battle formation, with tears in her eyes, Fari gave a living heart to Mo Wen with a crying voice.

"Give! Klimt's heart! ”

As fast as he could, Mo Wen took out Hradik's cube and put the heart into it along with the brain, eyes, and flail.

"Hurry, hurry—hurry!"

Looking at the Hradic cube that was constantly shining with magical light, Mo Wen kept urging.

Behind him, the knights fell one by one.

The already sturdy line of defense could collapse at any moment.

A fanatical believer pounced from outside the line, but was stopped by a knight, and the two rolled out of the temple together, chopped to pieces.

Clenching their teeth, the remaining twenty or so knights insisted with blood-red eyes, and the blood of their teammates and compatriots made them look particularly hideous at this time.

Finally. With a crisp sound, the Hradic cube stopped.

took out the flail inside, and Mo Wen hurriedly rushed towards the hall. There, a strange crystal ball was emitting invisible fluctuations.

"Break it for me!" Grabbing the flail, Mo Wen smashed towards the crystal sphere.

With a crisp cracking sound, the crystal ball that was hit gradually cracked one after another, and then shattered.

Accompanied by a white mist, a bright light rose into the sky.

The entire temple seemed to tremble, as if something that had been accumulated for a long time had been released.

With this qiē, the whole Cui Vank seemed to be quiet again.

The fanatics surrounding the temple stopped moving. Some fell directly to the ground, not breathing, and some had confusion in their eyes. The weapon in his hand slipped silently.

The mechanical movements in his hands gradually stopped, and looking at the confused crowd, the remaining dozen knights glanced at each other, and suddenly cried bitterly. Dead hugging each other.

Cries, cheers, screams. Gradually, all kinds of voices filled the entire city of gods again.

In the cage of hatred under the temple, in a sea of blood, a figure who was chanting words around an altar was a meal, but then it continued.

Seeing this, a black-robed figure beside it slowly asked, "What's wrong?" ”

"It's nothing, it's just that the gadgets used to control that group of humans have been shattered."

"Oh?" There was a hint of playfulness in the black-robed tone, "Then don't you have no army under your command?" ”

"What is this, once the gates of hell are opened. Naturally, I could summon a steady stream of armies, but they shattered my cage. It saved me a lot of trouble."

In the sewers, Goyle clutched his chest in pain, where a sword studded out, and beside him lay corpses.

His gaze was on the figure lying to the ground in front of him, bright red blood gushing from the throat of the other man, it was the masterpiece of the long sword in his hand.

Liping and struggling to the figure, he knelt down and leaned over.

"yes, I'm sorry, Will, I'm late."

Wheezing in pain, Goyle looked silently into the eyes of his old friend, who had now regained his clarity.

"Ahem, ahem," said the man, who was lying on the ground, coughing up blood, with difficulty, "Lanchi, my old friend, you, you're here, so, so that the nightmare, the nightmare is over?" ”

"Yes, it's over." Goyle whispered, tears streaming down his eyes.

"Yes-yes, then-that's good, I-I'm finally able to-rest."

Gently closing his eyes, the figure was no longer breathing.

"Yes, yes, it's over!"

Goyle's body fell suddenly, blood pouring from his chest, the sword piercing through his heart.

"Sia, John, I'm here to accompany you."

Whispering, Goyle slowly closed his eyes—

In the temple, Farri clutched her knees and wept bitterly, and all the knights who had protected her to retrieve Klim's heart were killed, and she had seen them fall in front of her one by one.

Mo Wen was taking care of Volya, and in the battle just now, the leader of the Iron Wolves, Asila, was also killed, and the little druid was crying very sadly while holding his mother's corpse. While comforting Volya, Mo Wen's eyes looked out of the hall with a little worry.

- Lilian hasn't come back yet, although with her strength, there shouldn't be any problems, but she hasn't come back for so long, which still makes Mo Wen feel a little uneasy.

But a moment later, a figure with blond hair and a ponytail and a few frosty spots appeared outside the temple.

Mo Wen suddenly breathed a sigh of relief, although she looked a little wolf, Lilian was also safe.

Then he turned his head and looked at a large hole in the temple.

Mephisto is there!

- And maybe Diablo. (To be continued......)

PS: Today's fourth update, ask for some support.