Destiny Thief

Chapter 173 The Battle with the Undead II
The sharp claws seemed to cut open the space, and ripples containing power spread instantly. Victor only felt his eardrums buzzing, and there was some tearing pain.He subconsciously pulled out his sword, but when he looked at Monica who had turned into a vampire, and then at Bishop Vera and the Templars in front of him, he didn't know how to make a choice.

The long sword stagnated in mid-air.

"Victor, I have seen your soul lost in wandering."

The old man's voice suddenly rang in his ears.Victor was shocked all of a sudden. He saw a familiar figure strolling through the crowded crowd in front of the church. Among the row of templar knights in armor and holding swords, the inconspicuous "prophet" in the mercenary regiment "Old Hugo, separated from the Templars and the priests and walked towards the church hall.

He was wearing a common dirty gray short robe, his arms were bare, and the raised veins on his head looked like a piece of dry wood that had been exposed to the hot sun, but his eyes were not as usual at all. Dim and turbid, with his eyes cast from afar, Victor felt that his entire soul seemed to be seen through - the surroundings were terribly quiet, and the scene in his sight froze into a still picture at this moment.

Old Hugo held a portable bronze oil lamp in his hand, which was the style used by adventurers a hundred years ago - the bottom of the oil lamp is a concave disc holding the lamp oil and wick, and the light of the flame on the hollow lamp shell Emanating from it, his steps were slow, but with every step, Victor seemed to feel that everything around him was vibrating.

"Everything in the world has a reason for its existence, and so does the eternal dead."

Old Hugo stopped three steps ahead of Monica, at a close distance. The vampire lord who had already revealed his identity was slightly taken aback. What a special place, but the pure and powerful divine power made her feel sure: this is an ascetic in the church.

The ascetic’s expression seemed haggard and never changed. He said such a strange sentence lightly, and the melodious and peaceful tone echoed around him, but Monica gradually became a little nervous—her spiritual perception was focused on the old man On his body, it seemed to be wrapped in a thick mist, and he didn't find anything at all.

The same [Extraordinary Realm] as her, perhaps, the strength is still higher than hers.

In front of her eyes, besides this ascetic, there is also an awakened bishop, dozens of templars, and priests. Faced with this situation, Monica immediately reacted - in the records of the Council of the Undead , Didn't the undead fall into the hands of the Holy Hui Church, and what happened to them?It is said that he was imprisoned in the trial house, and his body and soul were burned by holy fire for thousands of years.

She knew she had to fight her way out.

At this time, the heavy black clouds in the sky covered the already thin and dim moonlight - Bishop Vera nodded and greeted the ascetic; the knight lady Alyssa quickly woke up from her coma, she and Cody, Lars's two companions looked at Monica in the field; old Hugo looked at the sky and murmured to himself...

"The principle of existence also corresponds to the way of existence...but this time, your actions have gone too far!"

Old Hugo paused, his brows furrowed into several deep furrows, his gaze was like lightning, he raised his arms, and the bronze oil lamp in his hand burst into dazzling brilliance——Monica turned her eyes, the light was not The pure flame light is full of pure holy power. Even a vampire lord in the [Transcendent Realm] will inevitably feel pain under this ray of light.

"what--"

Monica screamed, the sharpness of this sound was like rubbing dead branches against hard and rough stones, which made people's hearts throbbing inexplicably.A row of diamond-shaped windows on the front of the church hall rattled, and in the crowded field before the steps, the red leaves of the deciduous maple seemed to be involved in a violent vortex, flying in the sky, On the top of the head, between the figures and the figures, a few bright colors are painted on the picture.

Bishop Villa and the Templars took a step forward.The vampire lord stretched out his sharp claws. In the whistling air, the shadow of the cold claws waved into a blurry shadow that almost disappeared—a cloud of blood flying around. Those well-made enchanted armors, Under the melee attack of the vampire lord, like a fragile piece of paper, it instantly turned into a pile of tatters.

Is this the strength of the extraordinary realm?
Lars stood behind the bishop of Vera and muttered endlessly. The knight lady Alisa wanted to rush up again after she woke up from the coma, but the two knights held her by the shoulders without hesitation—as a nobleman Young people, they don't lack the courage to fight, it's just that they have enough self-knowledge in the current battle situation: they are definitely not able to participate with their current strength.

The attacks of the vampire lord became more and more insane and sharp.The wounded Templars retreated one by one, grunting in pain. Because of the absolute superiority in numbers, the encirclement was still tight. Bishop Vera waved his staff, and the milky white radiance of the healing magic kept appearing in the crowd, and the venue In the center, the figure of the old man has already fought with the vampire lord.

So far, evenly matched.

……

In the empty and quiet street, there were bursts of intensive hoofbeats. The fur of a war horse in front was black, like a shadow sneaking fast in the dark night. Glo was wearing a light leather armor, and the stabbing sword [Justice] hung At his waist, he looked towards the direction where the white light rose into the sky in the distance, and pursed his lips.

He and Marculo had learned about the changes that took place in the city that night at the Clover Manor not long ago. Because of his injuries, under Glo's persuasion, Marculo finally gave up his plan to join the battle—for the sake of the baron His injury and safety considerations are on the one hand, but on the other hand, Glo has some inhuman thoughts.

In the late autumn, which is usually dry in the north, it was drizzling this night.However, what fell in the sky was not real raindrops. They were sticky and warm. If you dipped your fingertips into it and smelled it, it also had a slight unpleasant fishy smell. Glo raised his head and stretched out his palm. His palm was quickly moistened, and his body The little dark horse, who has a deep understanding of human nature, gradually slowed down.

"Master Swordsman?"

A light cavalry captain belonging to the lord's guard shouted behind him.Their hundred-man cavalry team rushed all the way, but at this place, seeing that the scene of the incident was not far away, Glo, who was in charge of commanding the operation, stopped suddenly, and they couldn't help but feel a little confused.

Glo's eyes were far away, staring at the white light, and he knew very well that it was the location of the local church in Avron.

(End of this chapter)