The blood mist was filled with the sharp laughter made people feel cold in their hearts.

The skeleton legion on the city wall paused, and the upper and lower jaws were turned on and closed in a creaking sound, as if it was conveying some information. Without waiting for the reaction of many knights, the undead who had occupied one-third of the city wall suddenly rushed to the edge of the city wall and jumped down without hesitation. The white bones fell into the black cloud below.

The battle at the city wall soon disappeared, and the knights and players were stunned and looked at the blood mist that was filled with worry.

What kind of power does this blood mist with pure evil have made these undead spirits so afraid? The knights on the city wall are so hot, and the long and fierce battles have made them feel physically and mentally exhausted.

Many healing players looked at each other. With these knights protecting them, they just added blood behind them, and most of them did not enter a combat state. The words of the First God's Maggie came to their hearts again. Players were always the game's pig's feet. Even in such a dangerous situation, they still had their own way out.

A knight sighed slightly to the spa girl who had been brushing her blood behind her for a long time, and a pure and sincere smile on her tired face, "Fighting side by side with you is my glory in this life, and I will die without regrets."

The spa was checking the offline action, and when he stopped, he looked at the heroic combat knight in front of him, he was moved in his heart for some reason and cancelled the system interface.

Many knights said similar words and said goodbye to each other with their comrades. The evil above their heads exuded the breath of death, which made people feel desperate. Turning their heads and looking at the city they guarded, there was no longer the peace they should have. The army of undead rushed into the city and began to kill wildly.

What are you fighting for? What are you fighting for? The city will never be restored, and you will never die.

The sigh of the old high priest echoed in the ears of several people. Looking at the blood mist that was slowly squirming towards the city wall, there was a sudden sense of clarity in his eyes, and it was clear after he let it go.

"I believe that there are not many sins in this life," the old man turned his head and said to Wang Xiaofeng, and said as if he was in the air. "I have fulfilled the mission given to me by the goddess by spreading the doctrine of light in the Emerald City."

"I admit that I have committed sins once in my life," the old man turned around and faced the figure in the blood mist, with a little resolute voice, "It is Bishop Brand's order to provide support for your ambitions, and I cannot disobey it."

"Today, I can't make up for my mistakes for myself." The old man used a stream of golden holy light, two completely different forces from the blood mist above his head.

The old man looked at Wang Xiaofeng again, "The young man holding the notes of the Saint, stick to his original heart and firmly believe in the light. You carry a bright future."

"Sir?" Wang Xiaofeng responded in a low voice, feeling the power contained in the golden light, and couldn't help but feel a little dull. Even without the system prompt, he could see the old man's body aging rapidly and gradually hunching over. "What can I do?"

"All of all, I'm going to die. If I die, I can keep the other person's name, even in a few moments, my soul will be more stable." The old man shook his head and looked at Kemier, who lowered his head and sobbed softly, "Kmier, you are kind by nature, don't fall together with your sister."

The last time, I looked at the young priest, "Young man, have you read "Praise of Light"?" "I have read it, but I can't understand the true meaning of it, the true meaning of it." "Light is just light, there is no true meaning. I remember that there is a passage in it that said, I regard it as a lifelong motto and urge me to dedicate to light."

Wang Xiaofeng trembled slightly in his throat, and he just nodded after all, "Listen to your teachings with the wind."

"The praise of the holy light, the redemption of self-sacrifice to others. We walk in the light, walk at the feet of the goddess, and enjoy a warm and comfortable life in the glory of the goddess."

The golden light slowly spread in front of the old man, like the golden wings slowly spreading open by the angel, protecting the people threatened by the blood mist.

"Enjoying a warm life allows us to learn to face a bleak life and learn to be grateful for the life given by light. I walked on the path in the forest, squatting in the colorful shadows of the trees, watching the light illuminate the way forward of the ants."

The old man's plain words formed a sharp contrast with the sharp smiles in the blood mist. The old voice spread in the golden light, driving away despair and anxiety.

"What we long for is given by light; what we hope for is borne by light. From childhood to old age, light prevents me from being swallowed by pits on the ground; from childhood to old age, light does not allow me to be hit by the branches ahead."

A little low chanting was recalled on the city wall, and the holy light condensed into a pillar of light, pressing the golden light towards the blood mist.

"One day, if I die, please scatter my ashes in the holy pond. One day, if I die, please dedicate my soul to the light. One day, if I die..."

The old man's words became slower and slower, and finally gradually lost his voice and dissipated in the wind that came from nowhere.

What dissipated was the old man's body.

A faint fluorescent light fluttered in the wind, condensed into the golden light in the sky, mixed with some spots. The white sacrificial robe slowly fell, and in the wind, it fell into Wang Xiaofeng's hands, like everything left by the old man who did not say his name from beginning to end.

"The light will last forever!" Some depressing cry came from the city wall, which was regarded as a memorial to the old man.

The golden light bloomed, wrapping the blood mist and purifying it, turning the harsh smile into a resentful curse; cursing the old man's soul and cursing the stubbornness of the light.

The blood mist dissipated, and the moonlight spread on the city wall like water. The blood-colored queen looked pale and her figure was shaking in the air, but she still let out a burst of screams.

The undead who rushed into the city still rushed into the city. The undead who attacked the city wall rushed to the city wall again. The skeleton army in the city divided a part of the stairs behind the attack, surrounding the isolated island.

"One day, if I die, I am willing to hand over all my inheritance to the Light. Maybe I am not rich, even if I have only one worn-out robe."

After reading the last words for the old man, holding the sacrificial robe, his gaze was a little blurred. He breathed a sigh of relief and told himself that all this was just a plot with a special task, but it was still hard to resist the depression in his heart.

Duke Rose condensed a black blade and rushed towards Wang Xiaofeng's figure with a little wind roar.

Wang Xiaofeng put away the somewhat worn sacrificial robe and swung his magical notes gently. He was about to release the sheep transformation technique, but he saw Ke Mier's figure blocking her. He directly replaced the target and wanted to release the sheep transformation technique for her, but was rejected by the system prompt. The strength gap between the two sides was too large.

You were a little surprised. In front of the castle of the City Lord's Mansion, he could clearly release the sheep transformation technique, but now the system judged that it could not be used. As he thought about it, his hands were on her shoulders, but he felt that the slender and smooth shoulders were filled with a force that could not be shaken.

Table Tennis!

The black blade was blown up in front of her, without any warning, as if it was shattered by invisible air.

"Kimier! Get out of the way!" The answer was on Duke Rose. Her only concern was this only relative, and the black blade was her attacked.

"Sister, please don't hurt him." "Kimier, you really want to be an enemy of me!" "No, don't hurt him, and don't kill anyone anymore." Kimier shook his head and wiped the tears from his face, "Why did you become what you are now? This is not real you, no."

Lina's charming face was slightly stunned, and a little confusion appeared, but this confusion was soon replaced by ferocity. With a swing of her slender hand, the black air in the undead ball on her chest surged, and three black blades shot straight at the two people on the top of the city.

"This is me! Those who block me will be my enemies! You all will die!"

"No, you are not!" Kemier took a step forward, and a blue light shield condensed in front of her, as if she was holding up a water-colored umbrella.

The black blade hit and silently turned into black smoke, blown away by the night wind.

In the moonlight, Kemier's side face was as bright as the moon; her long silver hair was fluttering, like a goddess descending to earth in the moon. "Sister, I will not stop you from doing anything, but don't hurt the person behind me."
Chapter completed!