"Knock-" The illusory and distant bell rang from nowhere, and in an instant, the world around him changed dramatically.

All sounds fell silent: cries of death, screams of terror, wails of pain...... Everything is quiet.

Everything in the world loses its color: the living, the dead, the ground beneath their feet, the splatters of blood...... Everything faded to gray and white.

With a mirror-like shattering sound, countless floating fragments of small prisms suddenly appeared in the surrounding space, slowly spinning around the countless planes of nothingness.

At the same time, everything was frozen in the moment of the beginning, no longer alive and no longer moving, the weapons waved by the defenders and the claws of the undead were all frozen in place, and even the pleading and despair in the girl's eyes were frozen in the eternal moment.

The moment the watch was pressed lasted indefinitely, the sky was calm, the noise was peaceful, the mountains and the earth were silent, and there seemed to be no other living creature in the world.

At this moment when the time of all things is suspended, there is one person who is not still—

Pulling the pitch-black longsword out of its back scabbard again, Jude sprinted at full speed toward the north.

Bursting into the stillness of the undead, the boy unleashed all the sword skills he had at his disposal: slashing, slashing, lifting, sweeping, thrusting, slashing, and the black sword Cyrence repeatedly pierced through the rotten flesh and dry bones of the undead, silently tearing apart the resurrected husks.

In this stagnant space-time, even if the body is dismembered, it will not fall, and the undead will still stand in place.

While devastation, Jude did not stop breathing. After dismembering all the undead in the northern slope, the boy ran to the south and continued to slaughter the undead who blocked the way out.

Faster, faster.

Swinging his sword with all his senses, Jude wiped out all the undead creatures in front of and behind the position, until his right arm was sore and weak, and he was close to scrapping, and he could no longer swing his sword.

When he took out his pocket watch to check the time, the boy found that the three hands coincided with the 12-o'clock scale directly above.

"Knock-" Another illusory and distant bell rang from nowhere, and the world returned to its original vivid and colorful appearance.

At this moment, the undead creatures surrounding the position disintegrated and fell to the ground, and the splatters of putrid liquid poured on the warriors who were fighting them, and the weapons they swung also fell into the air.

The defenders of the slope position here looked around in confusion, unable to understand why the situation had suddenly changed drastically.

As the people froze in place, Jude reluctantly sheathed Cyrens with his near-scrapped right arm and approached the clerk-a.m. named Cynthia.

Seeing that the girl was at a loss and at a loss and a little happy for the rest of his life, the boy smiled tiredly, reached out and patted her shoulder, and then turned and walked towards the south high place.

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After pausing for a moment to assist in the defense, Jude finally returned to the highest point of the mountain.

Compared to the time when the war began, the camp on the top of the hill now looks empty and deserted.

The Marquis of Wollensis was supposed to oversee the battle on the right flank of the army, and most of the members of the church were sent to various positions. The church seems to have completed most of the stages of the purification ritual, and now at the last moment, the defenses on the top of the hill seem empty.

This was just as the teenager had predicted. He observed the situation and realized that he might have arrived at the right time, neither sooner nor too late.

Jude's strength was severely drained by the previous battle, and he gasped for breath and looked a little tired at the circle: Leia, dressed as a saint, was surrounded by the priests and walked into the center of the circle, and the pure light shone through the lines on the ground, and began to spin around the girl.

Damn, they were probably going to perform the final rituals, and Jude tried to move his still sore and weak right arm, feeling that time was running out and he couldn't wait.

The young man put his heart down, pulled out the black sword Cyrence with the pain, and walked towards the group of church members next to the circle step by step.

The priests and paladins were in the line and were fighting their way through the various positions. At the moment, there are only a few non-combat-capable assistants next to the circle, as well as the archbishop and the saint's bodyguard, the "Lightbringer" Kirikanon Holmes.

This is the last last last battle. Looking back at the battle plan that had been laid out, Jude was sure that he would succeed.

When he walked to the magic circle, the young man with an angry face holding his long sword was naturally stopped by the holy warrior:

"Jude, what are you doing here? The ritual has reached its final stage, and soon the undead will be purified and the snow will be safe. Don't disturb the saint at this time. ”

Kirikanon stretched out his hand to stop the young man, his expression serious, but Jude didn't intend to waste time with him, and immediately chanted the hypnotic incantation:

“An'dru_vicog-nir_zosca'rius！”

A light cyan light flashed, and the heavily armed paladin fell to the ground and fell into a deep sleep.

Easily taking down Kirikanon and forcing back the unarmed aco-priests with his sword, Jude continued towards the circle and found another person in front of him, Archbishop Alphonsos Theo.

"You're here after all, Jude. ”

"You weren't supposed to come. It seems that you may have discovered the truth about the Holy Maiden. Archbishop Alfonsos calmly looked at the young man in front of him, "But you can't pass. ”

Sure enough, plotting to exploit others and claiming to be righteous, and thinking that his own point of deed, others did not know? The young man couldn't help but feel a little more angry in his eyes when he looked at the archbishop.

"What if I have to go over?" Jude glared at the archbishop, slowly raising the black sword Cyrens.

Alphonsos also raised the platinum metal staff in his hand in reply: "In this case, there is no need for you and me to communicate, let's do it." ”

The boy was at first a little surprised, but then even angrier.

Jude lunged forward and swung his sword at his opponent's neck, but was stopped by the archbishop with his staff.

This was obviously unexpected by the young man, Alphonsos, who was a priest, was able to parry his own surprise attack, Jude was stunned for a moment, and when he came back to his senses, he found that the archbishop chanted some kind of incantation, as if he was casting a divine spell.

He had already suffered more than one loss of magic before, and when he saw this scene, the young man immediately cast a spell to counteract: "Ansec_zorth!"

Still with no visual effect, Alphonsos did not react either, and he stopped chanting the obscure "incantation" in favor of another incantation.

Jude suddenly realizes that he may have been deceived: the unintelligible language was probably not a spell, but was designed to trick him into casting a spell counter.

Only then did the boy realize: he had completely fallen for the archbishop's scheme, and now Alphonsos was able to cast his magic without fear.