The overwhelming darkness covering most of the outer city was impossible to ignore. As a result, the Royal City Church quickly responded.

A team of church guardian knights rushed to the scene. In addition to the thick-browed and big-eyed captain of the Knight, there was also a middle-aged man wearing a white monk's suit, who was an old acquaintance of Charles - Monk Zachary.

"The Necromancer's Black Cloud Technique? Or the Demon Apostle's Demon Apostle's Demonic Fog is coming?"

Looking at the large area of ​​dark night surrounded by day in the distance, Zachary rode on his horse and was surprised and suspicious, but he was not sure for a moment.

The sound of horse hooves was heard, and the streets with many pedestrians were avoided by the sudden attack of the team. For a moment, screams and collisions were endless. However, the guardian knights at times of crisis were no longer concerned about this situation.

Captain Knight was wearing a blue double-breasted coat, a triangular cap, a silver flintlock rifle on his waist, and a sheathed two-handed sword behind him, looking quite weird.

However, the other guardian knights around are basically wearing this same dress, so it doesn't seem that strange to be together.

At this moment, the captain of the monster was running on the street first. Although the horses running fast were very bumpy, he seemed to be unaffected. He looked at Zachary next to him and said, "I have sent someone to notify the purifiers stationed in the royal city that they will arrive after us. However, if it is a necromancer, then you need to work hard for the monk."

His voice pierced the sound of wind around him and it came into Zachary's ears very clearly.

"Of course, this is what I should do." Zachary replied.

The sound was not as concentrated as the other party, ignoring the wind, but he belonged to the ranks of spellcasters, and a spell called messenger is relatively easy to use.

Zachry is actually the Dulin Branch of the Thorn Church, which is specifically targeting the necromancers' clearance operation in the country. Therefore, this situation that seems to be similar to a large spell of the Necromancer will follow you only after the capital city is similar to that of a Necromancer.

...

The group quickly rode their horses towards the direction of the outer city.

The city is large, but it comes from horses with special bloodlines under their crotch. They have arrived there in just ten minutes.

However, the huge dark place had disappeared halfway through the road. Not to mention that you can't see it now, even if you can see it, it is obviously not easy to find a specific target with such a large range.

Fortunately, not long after, they encountered a police force that arrived in advance and were led to the abandoned warehouse.

"We have discovered these young nobles here before." Looking at the steel warehouse with closed doors, the young policeman leading the way said inexplicably: "This behavior is suspected of violating the laws of the kingdom, and the public security in the outer city has always been very poor. It's just that those people have special identities and we can't manage them at all."

"So even if there is a problem, they will be seeking death." The guardian captain snorted coldly, raised his hand to signal the subordinates behind him to step forward.

So a group of blue coats quickly flew away.

They were very careful in their behavior, but in fact, these experienced knights have basically finalized the situation inside - they are so full of fanfare for these young generations with unique families.

Obviously, there will be no other situation except kidnapping.

If the kidnappers are so easily caught by them, it would be an insult to the huge spell casting power just now.

However, when I opened the door and looked inward, the situation in front of me was beyond their expectations.

They saw countless young faces slumped on the tables, chairs or the ground. Although they were unconscious, they were basically intact.

They also saw more than a dozen dead bodies wearing black cloaks in pools of blood.

Obviously, there was a fierce battle here.

"Are they still there?"

"Who is protecting them?"

Frowning and thinking, Captain Knight took the lead in walking into it. Zachary followed in, and then he saw the corpse of the plague spreader.

“Selvato?”

Zachary's face changed, and he couldn't help but be glad after glanced at the young people around him.

This Selvato is considered a celebrity. As a senior monk who is responsible for clearing out the Necromancers, Zachary naturally would not misunderstand it.

He once committed heinous crimes but was able to escape the pursuit of the church. The method in front of him was very tricky.

"I didn't expect to die here..."

Muttering, Zachary didn't care about the vampires around him, and although he took a look at the ghoul, which seemed very difficult to Shire, he was limited to this.

Walking in the aisle in the warehouse, he frowned in a coma among young men around him, but not long after, a familiar figure appeared in his eyes.

"Shar?"

Zachary was stunned, stepped over a corpse, walked forward, and reached out to pat him.

"Char? Wake up!"

His voice calmly and with a few unique sharpness, it seemed to carry some kind of spell.

It is obviously not loud, but it sounds very loud in the ears, and it even stimulates the eardrums.

So Charles was woken up in a daze, looked up at the table, swept around the circle in a daze, and finally blinked.

"Monk? Why are you?"

"Of course it's me."

Monk Zachry patted his shoulder again, and then asked: "What's going on here?"

"I... don't know much." Charles replied in confusion: "We had a banquet here before, and then for some reason, I fainted."

"Have you seen any other situation?"

"Other situation?" Shir shook his head and said, "No."

"Have you found a special person?"

"Special person?" Charles thought for a while and said, "There is a very strange iron lump over there wearing armor, and the banquet hosted. He looked at me with a strange look. By the way, he is still a member of the church. I heard that it is an angel blood."

"You mean Abel?"

Monk Zachry said, glanced at the young man in white who fainted on the edge of the stage not far away, and said, "Although he is not very obedient to discipline, he will not have any problems. As for the iron lumps in your mouth..."

Monk Zachry looked at the guy who was sitting at the corner of the table several times and finally concluded: "The iron warlock heritage of the Chauvin Empire looks strange, but it is not our enemy."

Charles nodded "not understanding" and then frowned and looked at the dead bodies.

“Who are these?”

"A bunch of sewer mice." Zachary replied.

At this moment, the knights had begun to wake up the young people one by one, and the environment was a little noisy for a moment. So he signaled Charles to go out to talk to him.

The two of them then walked out of the slightly chaotic warehouse.

Standing in the sun and facing the warehouse gate, the first sentence the monk said again was not about this case.

"About your arrangements, you probably can't wait?"

"Of course." Shire nodded.

In fact, he wished that the church would always ignore himself, so that he could concentrate on his own affairs without being called and drunk.

However, he knew that this was impossible.

Zachary couldn't think of what Charles thought. Seeing that Charles was calm, he admired him quite much.

"You're so calm."

As he said that, before Chardo could ask, he took the initiative to explain: "We originally planned to send you to the Demon Hunting Team in the Church to clean up serious mysterious events in Dulin, but an accident occurred in the middle."

"What accident?" Charles asked.

"My choir leader, Sister Daley, called you to join her performance group." Zachary said, and snorted softly: "This matter is indispensable to the secret operation of your old fox. He had a close relationship with that nun in his early years."

"I don't know this." Shir left his relationship with him after hearing this.

"Of course you won't know." Zachary replied: "No man would like a choir."

Charles didn't ask why he said that, and he was not very interested in the choir, so he asked, "So, have my arrangements been made?"

"No."

Zachary sighed: "If there was only a choir, it wouldn't take so long, but because Sister Daly had arguing with us at the meeting for too long, you were named by another church manager and received the support of the bishop."

"One?" Shire frowned.

"The Gospel Department of the Holy See."

Zachary said: "The newly formed department this year is mainly responsible for traveling to all parts of the Kingdom to collect the life stories of devout monks, and then writing them into articles and publishing them in newspapers."

When Charles heard this, he was stunned, and then he felt a sense of ridicule: "There is such a department in the church?"

"certainly."

The monk said: "In recent years, the headquarters attaches great importance to publicity and specifically reminds branches of various countries to focus on building gospel departments, and support is also very strong."

"So, will I be sent there?"

"Although it hasn't been finalized, it's almost the same." He said, patting Charle on the shoulder again, sighing, "It's specific, just wait at home. Don't be discouraged, the treatment of the Gospel Department is still very good."

"What good treatment can a reporter have?" Shire complained secretly, but didn't say much.

Although it is speechless to get a civilian position from a military position, it sounds like the freedom of this civilian position is very high...

While talking, the many comatose people in the warehouse had been woken up. At this moment, under the command of the knights, they were lined up in line.

Seeing this, the monk signaled that Shire could move freely, while he walked up to help.

"There are additional necromancers casting, and it is not ruled out that they are still mixed among you, so it needs to be checked."

Captain Cavaliers announced this, and naturally no one objected to these young people who were basically under twenty years old.
To be continued...