Death, blood, the undead monsters roaring wildly, and the flesh and blood that were bitten by them. It is more like a picture of hell than Diablo's world. It is reflected in Chen Fei's vision without any concealment. Anger almost instantly burns the young man's reason. A deeper blood flashes through the dragon's eyes with the manifestation of will. It spreads its wings and pounces on the densest places of the undead with the pressure of the wind.

Bang!

The huge explosion sounded a ripples visible to the naked eye in the air. The icy blue elemental light almost instantly frozen the tower and the undead on it. Through the clear elemental ice crystals, young people could even clearly see the hideous expressions of these undead tribes and blood-stained fangs. The red like flames is the symbol of the living.

"Since you are dead, don't disturb others' lives again, okay? Bastard!" With a low murmur, the young man's body slowly stood up, and just took a light step forward. The fine cracks radiated outwards frantically from under his feet. However, the young man seemed to be careless and walked straight to the edge of the tower. In the sound of steady footsteps, the elemental ice crystals wrapped in the undead slowly shattered into ice-blue debris, and the fine streaming light drifted around in the sunlight, but there was a trace of beauty.

Ice-based gold characteristics - absolute freezing!

Looking down from the tower, the dense undead people were rushing towards the inside of the castle frantically. The castle decoration function was more than that of actual combat magic barriers, and there were already spider-web-like cracks on it. It seemed that they were about to collapse in the next second. The desperate people on the fortress had given up struggling, sob women, ignorant children, and human warriors with hideous faces. The two opposite emotions of fear and courage were mixed into complex bitterness on their faces.

When everyone is immersed in the beautiful dreams they woven, they are unwilling to wake up, these undead people tell them in the most direct and cruel way.

Death and fear have never gone far away!

"God, have you abandoned your people?"

....

Looking at the helpless or desperate people in the central area of ​​the huge castle, Chen Fei's tough face turned pale. Although he only glanced at it briefly, he could still estimate the approximate number of survivors.

. Less than 4,000. It is more than 6,000 less than Randy said that tens of thousands of people. In other words...

"You miscellaneous people, lie back into the coffin for me!!!"

Amid the angry roar, the young man's tall body rushed into the center of the undead army like a cannonball. Then, like a drop of water falling into the ocean, it was swallowed by the waves of the dead without a ripples. The light of hope appeared in the eyes of the guard captain above the fortress was instantly extinguished.

.It turned out that it was not reinforcements, but the boy who came in from somewhere was difficult for him. He could even break through the blockade of the Undead tribe and come here.

".Wait! Break through the blockade of the undead clan?" The guard captain's body suddenly froze, as if he had been knocked hard with a stick. His mind was dazed and he was savagely pushed away the few people blocking him. The quiet and steady middle-aged man who was usually rushing to the edge of the last line of defense like a madman. The thoughts in his heart made his whole body tremble slightly. His turbid eyes were expectant, and he looked down with the complex eyes that were afraid of being mixed together. However, in his vision, there was still only the crazy and ferocious undead clan surging like a tide.

"Ha~, is it really just a delusion? God." As if the last power was removed, the middle-aged man in leather armor knelt down weakly on the ground, looking at his former hometown, where he once was proud of it, and smiled desperately: "I have completely given up on us."

At this moment, a hot and sacred aura suddenly gushed up from below, dispelling the cold and dead silence that had been wrapped in dark power for a long time. The long-lost warmth came to the middle-aged man who had fallen to the ground, making him look up subconsciously. The next moment, a picture that made him remember his life was reflected in his vision, causing him to lose all his thinking ability instantly.

The originally hideous undead kept screaming and turned into white ashes. The tall young man just stood quietly with his head down and gave death to the so-called undead. The pure gold color seemed to be the flame of the morning light, and gently wrapped the young man's body. The originally strong face had a sacred and handsome smell under its reflection. The ink-colored broken hair dyed a layer of deep gold, flying quietly in the air, and the whole person was as sacred and tall as the legendary god.

Chen Fei slowly looked up. In the field of view that only he could see, a tall man in plate armor looked at him with a smile and said softly: "Young man, apply blood to sacred weapons to fight for the survival of mankind. Are you willing to inherit the path below?" His voice was gentle and smiling, as if he was looking for the juniors' exams.

Without directly answering the middle-aged man's question, Chen Fei slowly pulled out the long sword at his waist. In the low buzzing sound, the dark golden ancient sword revealed its true appearance. A trace of golden flame lingered up, and a bit of sacred and hot breath was mixed in sharpness. He held the long sword with one hand, and the young man stepped slowly to pass by his senior, "I will inherit your will, but I'm sorry, senior, I have my own way." The low voice with firm will made a satisfied smile on the corner of the mouth of the tall man's face. The body made of holy light slowly turned into dazzling light dust and wrapped around Chen Fei, and then merged into the golden flame, turning into a deeper dark gold color.

The original golden flame instantly subsided as the dark gold appeared, and all collapsed into this deep light. A stable dark golden halo appeared at Chen Fei's feet. After pausing for a moment, the more violent and stable golden flame squirted out and turned into a fire curtain and radiated wildly toward the surroundings, instantly submerging the undead who was frantically hung on the magic barrier.

Diablo Saint Knight's combat skills - [Holy Fire], awakening!

Firmlying his own way, the noble Paladin wrapped himself in this sacred halo and striding into the battlefield. All enemies within its attack range will be purified by this holy flame, whether it is the ugly body or the dirty soul!

The sword in his palm trembled slightly, and the sharp sword force rose wildly. Chen Fei stood in the vacuum between the Undead and the survivors, but the single sword made the undead army's progress unwillingly stop.
Chapter completed!