Is it really invisible, they can still see in the distance, in the camp that originally belonged to them, the burning fire and blood, they can still see the steep peak behind the plain, in their sight, they can see everything, but

I just didn't get to see the vampires.

I can't see a single one.

The knights were stunned, but compared to the soldiers looking at each other and at a loss, they were much calmer, this team belonged to one of the three major knights, the Punishment Knights, who had experienced a hundred battles, naturally knew that this was mostly caused by some strange magic, so the commander of this knight team sat on the horse and raised the long sword in his hand.

"May the light dispel the darkness!"

The knights behind him also drew their swords or clenched their shields, raised them into the air, and shouted in the voice of the commander just now.

"May the light dispel the darkness!"

The commander took the lead, instigating his horses and sprinting towards the strange darkness ahead, followed by thousands of knights who shone with holy light.

Thousands of knights galloped on horseback, and the blessings and holy light on each knight's body were reflecting each other, and from a distance, it looked like a plain in the darkness, and suddenly passed a bright meteor, but this meteor was on the ground, and symbolized light and justice.

Behind this meteor, followed by soldiers who were also inspired by the shouts of the knights, they also brandished their weapons and ran ahead. towards the darkness.

Behind them, walking slowly or briskly, are priests with holy scriptures in hand, and ascetics with chains in hand, who are not the main force of battle, but who can provide the magic help needed in the rear, as well as sweep and deal with difficult enemies.

Horsemen riding horses, galloping soldiers, and priests and ascetics marching in front of them formed a stream of people like a vast ocean. Towards where the vampires should have been. Now there is nothing in front of it.

"It's spectacular."

Lilith sighed, but then she reached out helplessly.

"But what are they going to fight?"

She said this because the spectacle also looked a little comical—there was nothing on the other side of the vast sea of light. The Great Army of the Holy Roman Empire. It looks like it's fighting the air. At least it looks like it is.

Maybe they thought they could see where the vampires were if they rushed into the damn magic. It's just a small loss of attack that was encountered because it was invisible when it broke through from the front.

Maybe so.

But maybe not, if you look at it from a distance, you can probably only see this scene: the knight commander in the front, as if he has fallen into some transparent and unknown portal, or space, in a moment, you can see the horse's head disappear, followed by the horse's body, and the commander's long sword, and his armor, and finally the man and the horse, the whole person disappears.

Such a vision passed in an instant, because the galloping horses were too fast, but even if the knights behind them saw this scene, they did not intend to stop, perhaps hesitating, worried, or some other emotion, but this did not change the action they had chosen, because higher in these emotions there was something supporting them.

That kind of thing, it's called faith.

So after the commander rode in and disappeared, followed by this group of knights, one by one, disappearing into the night and scenery in front of them.

The soldiers in the back may have more hesitation and a moment of hesitation, but it is not only them who are moving, they are charging, and the invisible vampires are also raiding them, so in the process of moving towards each other, such a relatively fast process, a moment of hesitation and stagnation cannot change anything, and there is only one result, either you rush into the night or be engulfed by the night.

So such a strange scene happened, like a flood of troops, rushed out, and then

It's gone.

On the vast plain, there was only the burning barracks in front, the silent intact camp in the rear, and between the two areas, there was an empty patch, and only the traces of trampling on the ground proved that there was indeed a flood of troops rushing through here just now.

But there are still people, and they can't be said to be people - Abiton and Asmontis, Lilith, Iphitrith, and Calissit, standing behind the plain that suddenly became empty, no one speaks, everyone is "watching" and "watching", but Calissit, who is relatively low in ability and rank, has no way to see it, so she is a little entangled and a little embarrassed.

Then she whispered to Ephitris.

"Queen, are we standing like this?"

Unexpectedly, Iphitris nodded.

"Hmm."

This stunned Kalisit for a moment, but soon she heard Ephitris's explanation again.

"Of the gods is of the gods, and to mortals is to mortals."

Although Ephitrith used a somewhat philosophical sentence to explain, Calisit still understood, what Ephitrith meant was that such a battle would be good for ordinary vampires and Templars to entangle and fight, and this level of battle should not be too much for Lilith and above to participate in and interfere with above the demigods, maybe they could use conspiracy, they could lend some small powers, and they could even occasionally participate in the battle, but most of the battles, they disdain, or are not willing to participate.

Because on another level, there are equal enemies waiting, and the duel at the top determines everything, not the battles in the middle and lower levels, which are only for mortals.

There are wars between mortals, and there are wars between gods.

To put it more directly, no matter who wins the battle that has disappeared in front of you, it is just for the sake of a record of future history, but what determines the final direction is not the victory or defeat of this battle, and even its victory or defeat is irrelevant, but the important thing is to stand here, like a few people who have nothing to do.

Although these demon kings stood here, as if looking at the scenery, the battle was still fierce in the invisible air and magic.

After the commander threw himself into the so-called "night", he found out that his judgment was ...... Half right, half wrong.

It was right that when he entered the scope of this magic, he was indeed able to see, no longer unable to see anything, and the enemy seemed to disappear from his sight.

What he saw was a dimness, not pure darkness, but more like the feeling of seeing in the wilderness on a starless night, with darkness everywhere, and in the darkness, there were countless shadows moving, or laughing maniacally—the voice was also distorted, sounding distant and near, vague and hoarse with inauthenticity and inability to determine the location, as if it were a fog and a thick obstacle.

Those shadows are also shadows, in the dim line of sight, what can be seen is only almost the same as the surrounding black shadows, about to blend into the background, if you don't try to discern it, or even just feel that there is something moving in the dim environment all around, but you can't see and capture it clearly.

There is only one exception to this Dark Shadow.

The shadow was tall and burly, and did not move, he stood in front of the commander, motionless, as if watching himself.

But whether he was watching himself or not, the commander knew that in this dim "night", all living beings were evil, that is, enemies.

So he once again instigated the reins of the war horse under him, held the long sword in his hand, put a blessing aura on himself, and injected the long sword with the power of justice again, and then shouted loudly, urging his mount, like a gale, towards the black shadow.

And the long sword in his hand, with light, has already been raised high.

The magic seemed to affect only sight and hearing, but it had no effect on anything else, at least that's what the Commander felt, and he soon came to the dark shadow, whose face, as if faintly visible, was a male vampire, and the Commander could see his scarlet eyes and the blurred outline of his features.

Now is the time!

The commander did not hesitate, and the long sword in his hand, with light, slashed towards the vampire's head.

As long as the vampire's head and body are separated, then they will no longer be able to struggle and do any resistance, let alone this is a blessed sword with holy light and divine magic.

Then he saw the vampire reach out, as if trying to grab the sword empty-handed.

The commander sneered in his heart, how could a weapon blessed by our lord be something that could be touched by a cursed and evil creature with his flesh? He could even imagine that the moment the vampire's hand touched the sword, he would be burned by the light, followed by a miserable cry, and then his hand would be burned to the point that nothing remained, and of course, his final outcome would be to be beheaded by the sword.

But what happened next was not what he imagined.

Thinking is fleeting, but so are actions, so in the commander's mind, after assuming such a scene, he looked at a scene that was diametrically opposed to his imagination.

That vampire actually grabbed the sword!

The sword with the Holy Light, in his hand, still glowed, even illuminating the hand, and it was possible to see the pale and somewhat gray skin, and the Holy Light and Divine Magic, as well, seemed to use their abilities to try to burn the evil creature.

But it didn't work. (To be continued......)