Blood pooled into streams, flesh tore into songs, the living wailed to join the ranks of ghouls, and fear spread throughout the city-state.

Maurice, the city lord of Biansai City, narrowed his eyebrows, looking down at the army of ghouls below who were already less than a hundred steps away from the city lord's mansion, and the green tendons on his neck throbbed violently from time to time.

"Ron, what did the Bishop say?"

A bloodstained knight hurried over and saluted the lord.

"Your Excellency Bishop will be there soon. ”

"Good. Morris's expression softened slightly.

As long as the Holy See is present, there will be a solution to this catastrophe led by evil wizards.

As he spoke, a slightly chubby old man in a white robe had arrived. The sorrow on his face was much heavier than that of Morris.

"Is there a way to kill these ghouls, Lord Bishop?" asked Morris, impatiently.

The old bishop spoke in a deep voice, "The ghouls are not the most important, those two demon incarnations are the source of the disaster. ”

Maurice followed the bishop's gaze, and at the end of the army of ghouls, above the tower, two figures were faintly visible. A look of hatred flashed in Maurice's eyes, of course he knew what the solution was, but just ten minutes ago, his most powerful captain of the guard had been pinched to death by one of the wizards like a chicken.

Unarmed!

Doesn't the rumor say that wizards are physically weak and inferior to ordinary people? His captain of the guard, a powerful knight who was about to break through the high ranks, was too heroic in the process of slaughtering ghouls, and now he has become one of the ghouls.

Damn it!

"What good advice does the Bishop have?" Morris's eyes grew darker.

The bishop sighed, took out a yellowed scroll from his bosom, and said, "There is a holy light sealed here, maybe it can destroy the demons... However, they need to be at least within ten meters of them to be at least as powerful as possible. ”

Morris's eyes flashed, "Ron!"

"Understood!" the previous knight immediately understood, and took on the task without hesitation.

Maurice looked at the knight's young face with some heartache in his eyes. Ron was the deputy of the deceased captain of the guard, and the city's knights were almost killed and wounded in this ghoul plague.

"Go ahead. Maurice took the scroll from the bishop and then handed it to Ron, "The glory of the knight is with you forever." ”

"Yes!" Ron grimaced, his right hand on his chest, making what might be the last knightly salute of his life, turned and hurried away.

"Hold on! buy time for Ron!" Morris drew his sword at his waist and jumped off the makeshift barrier, splitting one of the ghouls in front of him in half.

"Hold on!" roared from the fighting guards, and in a moment they had beaten the army of ghouls back.

Ron quickly approached the houses on both sides of the street, and now that the ghouls were all gathered in the street, his whereabouts would be difficult to spot.

He could already see the two evil wizards, one of them looked like a demon, and the other had a handsome face, but his eyes were more terrifying than those of the demon.

Die, two brutes!

When the time comes, tear open the scroll and release the light, and the evil will recede and all will be over.

Ron's thoughts were very good, but the next moment, the handsome demon suddenly turned his head and smiled at him.

Ron was almost scared to death.

Discovered?!

How can it be?!

In another trance, that demonic smiling face suddenly appeared in front of his eyes.

"What do you have in your hand, can you lend it to me?"

It's too late! Let's die together! Ron made a decision in his heart in an instant, and he even had a hint of joy, this distance, no matter how strong the demon's strength is, he can't avoid it.

"For the glory of the knights!"

Ron wanted to shout this sentence before he died, but found that he didn't even have the strength to shout, and his whole body was weighed down by countless pieces of lead, and soon, he fell heavily to the ground like a heavy log.

Ron watched as a slender, white palm snatched the scroll that had fallen in front of him.

Then a slightly surprised voice: "Oops, it turned out to be a magic scroll?!"

Then, there was the endless color of blood, and the feeling of ghouls pounced on themselves and tore at the flesh.

...

Carlo played with the scroll he had just gotten in his hand, and there was an aura of disgust in it, the smell of heaven.

He tore open the scroll and threw it behind the army of ghouls, the dazzling light engulfing dozens of ghouls, leaving only a cloud of debris.

Carlo was slightly surprised, with his current strength, if he was smashed head-on by this scroll, it was estimated that he would have to shed his skin if he didn't die.

Fortunately, it didn't hold it up.

Carlo looked out at the precarious City Lord's Mansion, and within a quarter of an hour the last reef would sink in the tide of ghouls, but he didn't feel much joy in his heart.

After being promoted to the high level of the Little Devil, the experience of the next level has risen to 10,000 points, and there are only eight or nine hundred people in this small city, which is still a drop in the bucket for his promotion.

He had already decided to stop doing such troublesome things as slaughtering the city after finishing this vote, and since the system had given a shortcut, whether he went to kill the people of the Heavenly Forces or to find the so-called Son of Divine Grace, the reward would be much greater.

Children of Divine Grace, who are the Sons of Divine Grace, and where are these people hiding?

Carlo groaned, and suddenly, his left arm began to heat up. He pulled back his robe and saw that the tattoo of the demon's head was faintly shining, and there was a burning sensation of a soldering iron, and the demon pattern on it almost roared.

The son of divine grace actually came to the door by himself?!

Carlo's eyes lit up and he couldn't help but lick his lips.

...

Ron failed.

A trace of sadness slipped into Morris's eyes, is he going to die here today?

"Is there any other way, Bishop?" said Morris, looking back.

The bishop shook his head bitterly, as an ordinary junior bishop, all he could know was a few simple light spells and healing magic, chanting and praying were his strengths, fighting?

"Now there is only prayer for the coming of the Holy Light. The bishop fell to his knees, his face full of reverence, "I am confident that the Light will not forsake us. ”

The guards around Morris died one after another, and his sword-wielding arm became heavier and heavier, compared to the ghouls, there is still a limit to manpower after all.

Morris didn't know when he would fall, his body being eaten by the ghouls, maybe five minutes later? Maybe, the next moment.

Suddenly, a dazzling light lit up in Maurice's eyes, which was the refraction of holy light.

In the distance, in the direction of the tower, a figure wrapped in white light flew into the sky, and the evil aura in the air seemed to be washed away.

Maurice was in ecstasy, the Holy Light, it had really come!