In a second, a dozen high-ranking witchers died under their own guns.

This kind of death, which completely violated science, shocked Connor Sr.'s decades of experience in demon hunting.

He never denied the power of the dark creatures, they were faster, more powerful, more resilient than humans, and had more or less abilities!

But as long as they have a fatal weakness, even the strongest dark creatures are just prey!

Humans have never been creatures that conquer the world by relying on their minions.

However, today, the "red-robed bishop" who old Connor can't figure out the rank seems to be a perfect creature with no weaknesses, almost incomprehensible!

Not afraid of silver bullets, even if they are shot in the heart and brain, they can heal quickly, and the ultra-low frequency sound waves emitted by the scream can freeze the bullet and reflect the bullet back.

Are you sure this isn't filming The Matrix 4?

Connor Sr. was terrified, this is normal, humans are always full of fear of unknown creatures, but the difference between civilians and warriors is that civilians will be dominated by fear and lose the ability to fight, while warriors will dominate fear and turn fear into anger.

Connor Sr. was undoubtedly a warrior, a tough, powerful warrior!

He threw his shotgun in his hand and slowly pulled out a quaint cross sword with a thorn pattern wrapped around his hilt...... Simmons' Cross Longsword.

The cardinal's face finally appeared with an expression of interest, as if to say, "This is what it looks like."

With a sword in his hand, the holy power shrouded Old Connor's body suddenly erupted like a raging anger in his heart, and in an instant, the dazzling white light overwhelmed the candlelight in the church.

Without shouting, or a brain-dead declaration such as "O Holy Light, that evil is worth fighting", Connor Sr. leaped to his feet brandishing his crosssword, and slashed at the Cardinal with a majestic sword.

When he jumped to the top, the two-finger-wide cross sword was covered with holy light, wrapped around the narrow blade, forming a huge cross light blade, and with his holy light armor like a tin can, it was as powerful as a medieval dragon slaying warrior!

No one would believe it, old Connor used the cross sword for the first time, he and William were both muscular men who went crazy and had always loved all kinds of knives, but today as soon as the cross sword was used, there was a sense of unity between man and sword.

This is definitely the pinnacle of Connor's life!

The "cardinal" looked at old Connor who fell from the sky, and a faint emotion appeared on his old cheeks.

He stretched out his right hand, which was covered with old age spots and was as thin as a chicken's claw, and slowly pulled out a gorgeous, quaint cross sword similar to the one in old Connor's hand from under the red robe, with a ruby inlaid hilt, and slashed it upwards with his backhand.

Every movement of his contains an elegant charm, like a nobleman who came out of a history book, but the kind of awkwardness that is so slow that every movement can be seen clearly, but so fast that old Connor can't draw his long sword before him, no matter how hard he tries, makes old Connor almost vomit blood.

"Boom!"

It was obviously two thin cross swords colliding, but it made a huge roar comparable to the explosion of a grenade, and the dazzling milky white sword light poured out like a tide, brushing the thin body of the "cardinal" as if the wind could blow it down, and smashing the wooden floor within three meters behind him to pieces.

The white light dissipated, and the "Cardinal" firmly held off the pinnacle sword of Old Connor.

Old Connor held the hilt of his sword in both hands, his eyes were red, and he gritted his teeth and squeezed out all the strength of his body, trying to crush the "cardinal".

And the "cardinal" held the ornate cross sword in one hand, and held the cross sword straight in front of him, no matter how old Connor gritted his teeth, his thin and thin body did not move.

This is a gap in rank!

"Your talent is amazing, my child!", the cardinal's tone was full of nostalgia, "when was the last time you saw the Templars? two hundred years, three hundred years, or more...... It's just that it's still not enough to deal with me!"

"Son of a bitch, bastard, go back to the grave!" old Connor roared angrily, drawing his sword and slashing again.

The Cardinal shook his head in pity, and with a flick of the cross sword in his hand, he slashed at Old Connor's cross sword in an arc with precision.

This is extremely clever sword skills!

The two swords collided, and a powerful force like a landslide and tsunami struck, causing Old Connor to tremble violently, and his burly body like a black bear slid backwards for two meters.

The Cardinal stepped forward like a ghost, slashing at the sword.

"Justice!"

Connor Sr. gritted his teeth and blocked, and his body retreated.

The "Cardinal" followed up again, swinging his sword and slashing again before he could gain a foothold.

"Sacrifice!"

Old Connor's gums burst into blood, swung his sword at him, and flew out upside down.

"Heroic!"

"Honest!"

......

The "cardinal" is like a clever knight who is trained to obey, one step at a time, one sword at a time, one sword at a time, the eight virtues of knighthood, he swung eight swords, and old Connor retreated eight times, leaving only the power to parry.

But he still didn't get discouraged.

Raging anger burned and roared in his heart!

Arnold doesn't know whether he is alive or dead, and the corpses of more than a dozen old guys haven't cooled yet!

He needed to kill to pour out his anger, he needed revenge to calm the guilt in his heart.

He needs strength to support him in killing and revenge!

The Eight Virtues of Knighthood?

what fuck！

Old Connor had never been a gentleman, so he had no qualms about outbursts, hysterical outbursts.

“fuck you！”

He roared hysterically, white light burst out, the angular armor of the Holy Force shattered, turning into a raging milky white flame, and in an instant, a fierce momentum rose into the sky like a tsunami, tearing the benches scattered around him to pieces, and the scattered milky white flames fell on the knight-level vampires in the church, making those vampires as if they had been shot by silver bullets, wailing and gushing out a large amount of black gas.

Even the "cardinal", who had always had a kind expression of hypocrisy, turned solemn and took two steps back, avoiding the milky white flames that spread out.

He looked at Old Connor and exclaimed in a strange tone, "Chief Templar!"

With the milky white flames, old Connor knew that the bottleneck that had plagued him for ten years was broken!

He had now reached new heights that no one in the Scott family had reached in hundreds of years, and according to the Templar tradition, he was now a Templar Commander, a powerful knight capable of serving as a commander even in the Templar Order, one of the three major knighthoods of the twelfth century.

Swapped into the hierarchy of the Eight Camp Dawn Witchers' Guild, he is now one of the few fourth-level witchers in the western United States.

Now, even if he is a vampire of the earl level, he has the confidence to slaughter!

The milky flames gradually retracted into Old Connor's body, and he waved his sword lightly, smirking at the Cardinal.

The "cardinal" met the sinister smile of old Connor, and regained that hypocritical expression, and even, a little more admiration and amazement.

Except for the ...... Fear!