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Byron tentatively swung a knife, and the other party subconsciously hid in the shadow of the firelight.

He's not a zombie because he's still breathing, even more violently than normal. He is also very flexible between his body movements, giving him a strange aesthetic.

The ghost-like system panel doesn't give any hints, and it always can't wait to warn if it's injured or poisoned.

The young man subconsciously took a step back, and the farmer rushed out of the shadows, and there were a few more claw marks on his hideous face—as if he had caught it himself.

The frozen rays of his fingertips hit his heart first, and the farmer was only slightly knocked back by the impact, and in the blink of an eye, he pounced again. But this guy may not be Byron's opponent when he is sober, not to mention that he has lost his mind at this time.

Two stabs later, the farmer's headless body fell on the temple stairs, twitching slightly, his head rolling to the side, his yellowed teeth clashing up and down.

He hasn't even lost his vitality yet?

At first, Byron thought it was a monster created by the Divine Fire Cultists using the epidemic technique, but there is no way for a person to "survive" with only one head left.

Selby's group of undead is really omnipresent, the alliance between the devil and the undead, Byron shook his head, and Duru was doomed to lose a large part of the northern territory.

Byron looked around, and after making sure that there was no danger, he planned to drag the body to the side - Mama Vika would have been furious at the sight of such an undead spirit lying on the steps of the sacred temple.

In the open environment, the system was serious, and a sudden prompt sounded: "Warning, you are affected by the activation toxin, the exemption test failed, please treat it in time, otherwise you will transform into a semi-undead creature within 1 hour."

Byron immediately threw down the corpse and rushed towards the inside of the temple, the paladin's magic was not as proficient as that of the priests, but their slow poison gave him a short respite.

Pressed for time.

The black ring on Byron's hand shone slightly, and the azure light enveloped him. He jumped over the stone fence of the hallway and scurried through the courtyard, and in just a dozen breaths the long corridor leading to the basement was in sight.

"There's heresy!" the sound of two paladins drawing their swords followed from the end of the hallway.

Their greatswords are constantly equipped with the magic of perceiving heresy, and when an evil creature comes within thirty meters, the greatsword will immediately emit a soft blue light.

"It's coming closer, be careful!" the two paladins were still startled, and Byron gasped and slammed into the door.

The blue light on the greatsword is brighter.

"Ascetic!" Reed yelled, "What do you want to do!"

Byron stretched out his arm speechlessly, the wound there had turned black: "There are undead in the city. ”

By the time the first deceased resident approached the Temple of War, the city's residential areas had already lit up, and several houses on fire had set fire to more and the fire had spread.

The billowing smoke was clearly visible even in the dark night, and the chaotic commotion was noisy in the city, and the faint shouts and the low and deep sound of trumpets were heard endlessly.

The Templar sliced the Devourer in two with a single sword, but there was not a trace of blood on the broad sword. Like a large toothy mouth connected to some thick appendages, the Devourer is usually just cannon fodder at the forefront, equating with cowardice and the lowest level of demons, the inferior demons.

The Eater's yellow-brown body had just been cut in half by a smooth fracture, and in the raging flames, a super-large spider nearly 5 meters tall climbed over the city wall, jumped down from above, and jumped into the square formed by the city guards.

The ground kept making the sound of cold oil pouring into the iron pot, caused by the corrosive venom that kept falling from its fang-covered mouth.

Above the black speckled carapace, a woman with only half of her body melted into the spider's body, her topless body clinging to the hard bristles of the spider's back.

It was a demon hunting spider, a carnivorous arachnid demon, and the woman on it was a high-ranking member of the Divine Fire Cult, but she didn't seem to be used to working with her companions.

The Demon Hunting Spider itself has the strength of the lower reaches of gold, but its body is full of gaps, and it is obviously not easy to catch it, and there are two missing of the eight legs that it should have.

"Spread it all out!"

The Demon Hunting Spider is best at sneak attacks, but its strong strength makes it like no one in a group of city guards who can't reach the black iron level, and it goes on a rampage.

Horace was ablaze, and a loud word rang out in the crowd.

The Demon Hunter Spider immediately turned its head, and the Word contained the same power as the Celestial Word that disgusted these demons.

White horses from the heavenly realm appeared in front of the paladin, and they turned on their horses, their great swords shining brightly.

"Charge with me!" the Templar swung his sword twice, pointing straight at the massive body of the Demon Hunter. The riders raised their weapons one after another, shouted in unison, and swept away towards the rushing torrent.

At this moment, even the ordinary soldiers who had fled felt their blood boiling, and boundless courage grew from the bottom of their hearts, and they roared angrily, and turned their heads with eyes full of longing for victory.

The riders were indomitable, and in an instant, they came to the demon hunting spiders that were killing in all directions. The Templars took the lead, the white light and the roaring demon hunter colliding together.

Byron sat on the steps of the temple with the farmer's knife and stopped several wounded inhabitants below.

"Why are you stopping us!" said a middle-aged woman's sharp voice in the night. Several of the residents stared at the young man with unkind expressions, and such a thin young man could not stop them. If it weren't for the fact that the young people were still calm and relaxed in the face of a few people, a few people were worried, and they didn't rush up.

Byron looked at them with pity, and several of them, without exception, were wounded, and wanted to go to the temple to get some holy water. Unfortunately, Baron Colin feared that there would be a large number of wounded among the refugees, and as early as late in the evening, most of the holy water was diverted.

"There is no holy water left in the temple. ”

The only remaining holy water was brought to the Temple of War by the two paladins, Reed and Motwin. After they blocked the secret passage, they rushed to help, and the temple was now left with Byron as a combatant.

Several people had obvious expressions of disbelief on their faces.

"Don't be deceived by him, he wants to occupy the holy water alone!" the middle-aged woman shouted unwillingly as she hid behind the crowd.

Byron frowned: "There are only nuns and a group of children left in the temple now, and I won't let you in." ”