Time froze at 7:60 in the evening, and the battle to defend the city suddenly broke out in front of an irresistible force, quietly ended.

It was like the flesh and blood of an iron chariot, and the city walls more than ten meters high were devastated. Just the Rain City of the third-level town did not have much force to resist war.

The Blood Crusade, the fourth of the five major legions under the Holy See of Light, is one of the few powerful legions mainly composed of knights. They have always exposed their bloody fangs to the Dark Clan and the Pagans, and for the first time they stabbed the knight gun in their hands into the human kingdom of the Light Clan.

Their strength is only known by the dark orcs; the origin of blood is only recorded in the classics of pagans.

The Holy Cross Summoning has been circulating in the Holy Church for a long time, but it rarely appears behind the Light Clan. The cross shining with silver light has not appeared for many years. It means that light is threatened by evil. All the blades of the Light Clan will be protected and expelled, fought and redeemed.

Only one-tenth of the main force of the Blood Crusades seems to have the power to sweep the entire kingdom. This should be the pre-war shock of the Holy See of Light against the camp countries.

Serne Arthur was just one of the ten major knights in the Blood Cross, but when he charged alone and stabbed the thick gate of Jiyu City with a knight gun, it still caused a lot of players to exclaim.

"Level 93rd level big purple name!" "Seo, how to fight this!" "I'll go, what's the situation! There's no damage caused by compulsory reduction of one!?"

The Knights did not charge against the ten-meter city wall. After all, no matter how brave they are and how high they are, the consequences of hitting the south wall can only be that people are overturned by horses. Cavalry are not good at siege. This is an unchanging argument during the cold weapon period, but it depends on the strength of both sides.

Riding and shooting, the skills that War Knights can learn in the later stages, although they do not have the skill bonus of the sharpshooter, they have higher mobility and flexibility.

The heavy crossbow was lightly placed on the flat arms by the cavalry, without any intention of aiming, because thousands of arrows as thick as thumbs had completely covered the entire city. The rain of arrows covered the sky and the sun from bottom to top...

Several arrows that were upstream were crushed to pieces in the brown torrent, mocking the overestimation on the city.

The long sword was inserted into the gap between the battlements, straightening his body straight. The general's face was a little relieved smile and exhaled gently. He used his body to protect the city behind him for the last time. Although all he could do was to block more than a dozen arrows for her...

Five griffin knights swooped in the whistling, and the thunder hammer in their hands kept waving, harvesting the fish that had escaped with lightning.

Few players on the top of the city can survive the rain of arrows, and the damage above their heads is enough to kill them more than a dozen times in seconds. However, the players blocked the city gate fled in scattered because the knights who had put away the crossbow had already formed a sharp formation and charged into the city with the mighty figure of the Great Knight.

Yan Kui did not participate in the battle. Instead, under Wang Xiaofeng's instruction, he rushed towards the direction of the city lord's mansion with the priest.

Four white torrents were like waves of white flowers, surging along the four main streets, and the city gates on the other three sides also turned into shattering with a few roars. The blue stars in the sky were the guide to the charge, and anyone who was hindered would be killed.

If the Knight of Light is thrown away and the armor is not a rebel, the Knight of Light will not have any interest in reaping the lives of non-evil creatures. The residents of the city hid in their own houses without Wang Xiaofeng's instructions, nor did they "go fire" from the Knight's crossbow.

More than 6,000 knights met at the City Lord's Mansion and surrounded the cylindrical castle.

The low man stood on the arrow tower of the castle, staring at the griffin in the air with sharp eyes, and the light in his eyes flashed, as if he was not in a desperate situation yet.

Wang Xiaofeng had no intention of coming down to talk. In just a few dozen minutes of siege battle, he had already felt a headache and boredom. The bloody war was not covered by the bloodiness adjustment in the system settings. The howling of the soldier before his death was like a spell torture his nerves.

The excellent war horses produced from the blast furnace grassland stepped on the clear melody, and the figure of Serne Arthur attracted the attention of everyone on the castle arrow tower. The Great Knight lifted the mask of the iron net and showed a sneer at the city lord who was surrounded by everyone.

"Those who blaspheme the light will surrender, or die."

The middle-aged city lord was calmly admiring the sharpness of the knight's spear. It was different from the shape of a replenishing spear, like a closed umbrella, which could intersperse the figures of five or six infantry soldiers.

"Surrender?" The city lord seemed to be murmuring to himself, and also seemed to be explaining the pre-war mobilization to the remaining soldiers around him. "It is also the end of the stolen frame, what's the difference?"

The blue light in the sky flickered slightly and disappeared, as if it was a sign of the last attack.

The cross on the clouds outside the city turned into silver light, blending into the dark clouds blowing from the sea, ending the brilliance of the glory.

A strong arm of Serne Arthur was slightly raised, and the knight in counting money was neatly moving as he set up a crossbow, trembling with the last glimmer of hope in the castle... The griffin carried Wang Xiaofeng towards the Holy Light Church in the city, and had no thought of turning his head at the sudden sound of the wind behind him...

When Wang Xiaofeng saw the high priest again, he still felt that this old man was much more reliable than the Northern Bishop who sent him to suffer and suffer. At least he looked more kind. When he saw Wang Xiaofeng, he also had a kind of care for his elders for his younger generations.

The huge griffin blocked the church door. The girl who served the goddess was fading, but she knelt in front of the goddess statue under the majesty of the three assistants and sang in unison.

Yan Kui brought the priest who was covered in gold, silver and fineness on his back to the two priests, one old and one young. The precious priest's robe had some dust and wrinkles, which made Wang Xiaofeng look at the clergyman who was shivering in the corner with some amusement.

"Young man, you let me see the future." The old priest leaned on the recliner and expressed his inner peace with his muddy old eyes, "Light hope."

"Then you," Wang Xiaofeng's voice became a little weaker, "Why do you betray Guangming?"

"As long as you have faith in light in your heart, how can you say that I have betrayed the teachings of the Holy Light?" The old priest smiled with a hint of his mouth, and his long white beards trembled slightly. "Some sacrifices are inevitable. Don't limit the holy light and light to the Holy See and the Dawn. The goddess may be just the illusion that arises in our hearts."

Wang Xiaofeng nodded. The old guy who loves this is still an atheist? He couldn't help but laugh, with a smile on his face, and he mischievously said: "Goddess, it may be just our belief, but only the belief in the heart can we obtain the ultimate light."

The old priest's wide eyes were full of complex meaning, and Yan Kui behind him looked at the young priest, unconsciously brought a twelve-point shock.

A comrade's charlatan index soared instantly...

"Then you," Wang Xiaofeng squatted in front of the priest who was crying, and patted the 'old white face' that made him look at it, "Why are you betraying Guangming?"

"Sir, I was forced, I'm all despicable, sir! Let me spare me, I said, I'll say, it's Lord Duke, oh, no, that bastard of the Amethyst coerced me with my family! I didn't betray Guangming... Oh yes! Spy! I'm a spy! I'm an undercover agent! I expose the conspiracy of the Lord, he wants to be the king, he wants to rebel! Sir, only I know where the gold is! Believe me! I'm an undercover agent!!"

Wang Xiaofeng nodded with a smile and nodded at Yan Kui. The latter knew how to lift the priest and carried it on his body, knocking it unconsciously.

The gold and silver fines fell all over the floor. After Wang Xiaofeng picked them up, he found that they were just decorations that could be sold in the system store, and the price was not high.

When he turned his head to look, the high priest had calmly closed his eyes, as if he was asleep.

Wang Xiaofeng leaned forward, slid his fingers in front of his nose, but he could only sigh and turn his head away...

The chants floated in the somewhat messy church, and the reminiscences were like lotus flowers on the white jade pool, swaying and swaying...

My heart yearns for light, my body sinks in the darkness, I pray to you devoutly, enlightening and breaking the darkness...

(Volume 2·End.
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