"Why bother?" Ronan sighed softly, this was the first time he had spoken since he appeared.

With a sigh, his sword sank into the throat of one of the knights without protection, and the other man let out a "lotus" sound from his throat, letting go of his weapon, his hands as if trying to grasp Ronan's sword.

But the sword was drawn neatly, and his eyes darkened, and he fell limply. Stepping on his corpse, his companion held back tears and stabbed a sword at Ronan.

Luo Nan gently swung the sword away, and fought back casually, the long sword sank into the seam of a person's breastplate, and bright red blood oozed from the gap.

Reinhardt was already in a state of rage, and he tried his best. He is the best swordsman in the Holy See, otherwise he would not have been dubbed the "Dawn Sword". Despite being over 40 years old and his physical strength began to decline, his swordsmanship was perfect, and he considered himself a rare opponent in this world.

But this terrible opponent always defuses his attacks lightly, and even though he seems to be slow and not powerful, he always has just the right amount to let him return in vain.

Reinhardt kept admonishing himself: Calm down, calm down! Only by being calm can we discover the flaws of the opponent, and only by being calm can we give the opponent a fatal blow.

However, the screams of his colleagues and subordinates continued, and one by one familiar faces fell and returned to the arms of the Lord. Blood gushes out, murderous aura, how can he keep calm!

"Nolan, you're not going to make a move!" Reinhardt roared.

Nolan sighed and appeared. He dressed as a battle monk, dressed in light armor, and instead of holding a sword in his hand, he held a long weapon shaped like a scepter, and wore a bishop's hat on his head.

"Lord, strike the evil in front of me!" Nolan shouted, and suddenly Lonan's movements slowed down, as if bound by an invisible shackle.

Reinhardt perked up and took advantage of the situation to attack.

But seeing Luo Nan, he smiled slightly and threw out a long chain. The long chain is made of bronze and inlaid with dozens of pearls, looking fragile and beautiful.

Reinhardt slashed down with a sword, thinking that under this sword, the copper chain would be divided into two parts, but the copper chain not only did not break, but was wound, wrapping his big sword tightly, and then some kind of invisible and qualitative energy came along his big sword, shaking him almost out of his big sword.

Reinhardt hurriedly grasped the sword in both hands and used all his strength to fight against that force, unable to attack Lonan again.

Lonan threw another object at Nolan. It was a small one-time attack magic weapon, although it did not seal the sword qi, but it also had a good destructive power, I saw it fly to Nolan's side and circle quickly, and a blood line appeared around Nolan's body, although there was no broken limbs, but the injury was also quite terrifying, and blood was surging.

Nolan gritted his teeth, and instead of snorting, he took a step forward, raised his scepter to Lonan, and cried out, "Lord, let your kingdom come, and let your will be done on earth as it is in heaven." Let us not be hindered, but deliver us from evil. For all is yours for the kingdom and the power and the glory forever."

A milky white light emanated from the tip of his scepter, slowly enveloping Lonan.

Luo Nan sneered, did not dodge or dodge, and let it envelop him. IF THIS LIGHT SHINES ON THE PAPAL KNIGHT, IT IS EQUIVALENT TO GIVING A BUFF TO A TEAMMATE IN AN ONLINE GAME, AND IF IT SHINES ON HIM, IT IS EQUIVALENT TO GIVING HIM A DEBUFF.

But so what? he has the upper hand, and there is no way for the other party to turn the tables.

He seemed to be stuck in a quagmire, every movement was very difficult, his heartbeat was weak, and the secretion of various hormones in his body slowed down.

If it weren't for the support of True Qi, it might be difficult for him to even stand.

But he didn't need to fight himself, did he!" a strange twinkle in his eyes as a knight who was attacking him with his sword raised suddenly turned his sword and slashed at Nolan. Nolan avoided it and nearly got his throat slit. He quickly grasped the scepter and brushed the knight with a white light.

The white light was everywhere, and the knight seemed to show signs of sobriety, and struggled. But his holy light was not as domineering as Schroeder's ability after all, and the knight raised his sword and slashed at him after struggling. Nolan is not good at hand-to-hand combat, so he can only parry clumsily with his scepter, and his body is bleeding profusely, and he gradually loses his strength.

......

Peterson put down his gun, wiped the sweat and tears from his eyes, and looked around blankly. In just a minute or two, there were not many people standing around.

His friends Tom and Thompson were already lying on the ground, looking lucky. His new friend, Shepherd Rangier, was struggling with the rest of the men to besiege the demon that never seemed to die.

The "Light Saint" Lord Nolan has turned into a Blood Saint, covered in blood and slow in movement, as if he will die at any moment.

The "Dawn Excalibur" Lord Reinhardt's greatsword was wrapped with a strange thing, and it seemed that he was unable to attack again.

Of all the members of the Knights Templar who wielded hot weapons, he was the only one left.

The rest of the comrades-in-arms were all killed and wounded by friendly fire. The demon who can control people's hearts...... In that short period of time, he was controlled by him, killing at least two of his companions.

For some reason, the demon finally loosened its grip on him. Perhaps, the demon is also tired, or perhaps, it is the Light Saint, the Dawn Excalibur, and the shepherd's fierce knights who are not afraid of death also put enough pressure on the demon to make the man have no time to care.

In short, this is my last chance. Peterson gritted his teeth, picked up his sniper rifle, and slipped the demon into the crosshairs of the scope.

The demon was constantly moving, dodging left and right, confronting several shepherd knights, constantly adding wounds to the knights, while he himself was unscathed, all the blood spilled by his opponents.

Your time of death is here! No matter how powerful you are, you can't survive even if your head is blown out!

In order to dodge the shepherd knight's decisive sword, the demon took a step back, exposing himself to the scope.

Peterson didn't hesitate and pulled the trigger!

There was a flash of sparks, and a gunshot rang out. And before the sound of the gun could be heard over there, the demon's head had cracked open like a watermelon that had been stabbed, and red and white things were scattered all over the ground!

Victory!

Before Petersen could be happy, the world before his eyes changed. The demon was still at arm's length against several shepherd knights, and the leader of their Templar Order, Lord Reinhardt the Dawn Excalibur, had been shot in the head, his brains were spilled all over the ground, and his body lay across the ground.

"No!" cried Peterson hoarsely, but there was no way to recover.

The tide is over.