Alfred put away his famous gun and held the sword in one hand, a cold light shining on the blade.
"Whoa!"
The black sword swept across, and a hundred-meter-long gray sword light cut through the low sky, cutting open the many brick and tile buildings around it like tofu!
The low-level demons hiding behind the building were instantly cut into two pieces.
After killing this wave of demons who ambushed him, Alfred did not continue to advance, but began to retreat. He felt the danger.
I saw a large black gloomy fog sweeping in, quickly spreading to a large number of houses and streets in the north.
Shrouded in a fog filled with the smell of sour rot and sulfur, all scenes were blurred and distorted.
In the fog, strange and strange figures ran out of the originally peaceful town, with strange arms all over their bodies, and they were constantly squirming.
A rat that panicked due to the strange changes in the environment unfortunately touched a twisted strange shadow. Its body exploded instantly, dripping with blood and dyeing the ground red. A huge rat shadow emerged from the blood.
It was like an infection, poisoning the entire ground like paint turned upside down and cinders smeared on it. There was no trace of beauty, only ugliness, distortion and filth!
"I can feel the deep resentment in it, and it is gradually twisted into an existence like an evil spirit."
Looking at the disturbing scene not far away, a bishop wearing a red square hat and red dress said solemnly.
"Bishop Ormod, those demons have probably killed hundreds of humans in the town and launched the demon realm." Raphael couldn't help but frown when he saw this.
Demon realms are similar to blood realms. They are often realm-like realms evolved by demons and vampires through blood sacrifices, combined with runes or totems.
The demons in the barrier will be greatly strengthened, and sometimes they can be used together with the domain prototypes or real domains of demons above the Duke level, and the power can be superimposed to a certain extent!
For example, Marquis Grover of the Vampire Clan, after he used his source blood and blood sacrifice to forcefully activate the Blood Realm, he could even compete with Michelle, who was at the peak of the fourth level. Otherwise, he would have been beaten to death by his opponent with his fourth level strength.
In the blink of an eye, a large area of rooms and streets in the town was shrouded in demonic territory. Some animals were devoured as sacrifices or flower fertilizers, while the remaining animals were forcibly transformed into ferocious monsters.
Some rats with red eyes had teeth as sharp as knives, and there were dogs with three heads with wide open mouths, blood swallows with poisonous claws, and countless flies and mosquitoes the size of fingernails swarming the sky.
Covering the ground, the buzzing sounds converged into a huge noise.
These animals that have been eroded by the demonic realm will not live long, but it is very troublesome to deal with them.
"Form up the formation and activate the halo!"
Raphael's green pupils looked at the town shrouded in black fog and gave a direct order.
Three hundred paladins were divided into twenty teams and quickly formed formations. Runes lit up on their white leather armors, and dazzling halos appeared under their feet.
There are only fifteen people in each team, and they form an invincible front line and stride forward!
Countless demonized poisonous insects rushed forward one after another, and densely packed long-spined worms covered the ground. Various large mutated spiders made harsh sounds with their ferocious mouthparts, and even sprayed out streams of spider webs that covered the sky.
Mosquitoes carrying plague and toxins had already crowded every crack in the house or the ground, and countless bloody swallows swooped down... The town suddenly became a vast ocean filled with restlessness and murderous intent.
"Holy halo! Thunder halo!"
Raphael shouted loudly, and he led the elite team at the front. This group of warriors either held war guns, or two-handed giant swords, or held a shield in one hand and a one-handed sword in the other.
Following his order, their leather armors and weapons all shone with the dazzling light of holy texts and holy lightning.
"prick!"
Raphael shook the spear in his hand, and the surging holy power flashed on the gun. He swept out the gun, and the dazzling white holy power and blue arc hit the restless monsters one after another.
The more frantic the movement, the more intense the lightning and holy power it triggers. Under the omnidirectional lightning that contains the magic-breaking holy light, almost no mosquitoes are left, and they are directly killed into flying ash in the air.
"Whoa! Whoa!"
The Paladins also waved their weapons with lightning and white light in their hands. In an instant, rays of light accompanied by the crackling sound of thunder and lightning were heard!
With a flash of sparks, all the resentful spirits, mutated animals, ants, etc. in the thick fog were swept away!
The crazy attacks around them did not hinder their progress at all, nor did they change their route.
Their advancing pace, posture, and momentum all illustrate the power of the Paladin, strong, steady, upright, and never looking back!
As they moved forward, the halo under their feet also began to purify the demonic realm, the thick fog dispersed, and the surrounding scene gradually returned to its original state.
"Tsk tsk, you know what? I hate these bastards, but I have to admit that our mid-to-low-end strength in the Fourth Age will be defeated so miserably because of these paladins!"
Milo stood on the roof with his hands behind his hands, looking down coldly at the group of paladins who had torn apart several corners of the Demon Realm.
Luke, the werewolf archduke on the side, sighed: "If we fight alone, the demons have a high chance of winning, but if ten paladins fight against ten demons of the same level, the result will be the opposite. The more people there are, the greater our disadvantage.
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It is undeniable that the knight profession is the backbone of mankind. After the Fourth Age, the Church of Light has been one of the main forces in mankind's fight against demons.
"Brian, you can take action!" Milo lowered his head and glanced at the dozen marquis-level demons present.
Duke Brian nodded and led them into the thick fog. At this time, the real high-end competition began.
In the field, as countless monsters were shattered to pieces, a group of fifteen figures wearing silver armor and holding sacred halos broke through numerous obstacles and entered a street.
A Demon Marquis held his breath and hid sideways behind a wall. Purple mist rolled over his hands, condensing into a pair of sharp eagle claws, with a faint cold light shining on the tips of the claws.
He was about to make a sneak attack, but he didn't notice that a vague black shadow appeared on the wall behind him, and shadow-like illusory chains extended from it, binding his shadow.
"Click!"
Just as he was about to rush out, he suddenly felt his body tighten, and circles of black iron chains wrapped around him. As the chains slid, he was quickly tied up into a rice dumpling.
"scare!"
The Marquis of the Demon Tribe was shocked. He screamed and jumped back with all his strength. Thick black air floated all over his body.
Purple-black flames surged up, and the black chain on his body suddenly creaked, with deep cracks appearing!
The Marquis didn't know what happened, but he understood that he had to dodge and break free first.
But he didn't notice that the shadow behind him began to gradually distort and deform, and a palm stretched out from it.
"Shua!"
Blood spattered, a bit of cold light shot through the air, and an extremely sharp dagger suddenly stabbed out from the shadow behind the Demon Marquis. It was so cruel that it stabbed through the back of his head!
The Marquis of the Demon Tribe, who was retreating, froze, his eyes were stunned, and his face was in disbelief. He didn't know what happened until his death.
"Plop!"
His tall body fell to the ground, and behind him stood a short young man wearing black tights and a baby face.
"Shadow Hand" Chris held a blood-stained dagger and was about to dig out the devil's brain core. At this moment, several pale flames shot at him like javelins!
"Whoosh! Whoosh!"
Chris dodged the projection with a flexible side jump and jumped under a wall. His figure flashed away, blended into the shadows under the wall, and quickly disappeared.
The pale flame javelin pierced into the soil, but did not go out. Instead, it continued to burn fiercely, melting out several red-glowing holes in the ground.
Duke Brian, wearing a light red cloak, walked out of the thick fog, with white flames like phosphorous fire beating on his dry palms.
He stared at the place where Chris disappeared and frowned: "Shadow Hunter, I didn't expect that a hunting unit under his command has developed to this extent."
The Witcher Association was founded at the end of the Third Age and was formerly a hunting force under the Sun King.
Duke Brian of the Demon Tribe has been active for more than 700 years, and his existence is very ancient.
In his impression, the Witcher Association has never been very powerful, but since he woke up after sleeping for 400 years, he was surprised to find that this organization has become a behemoth!
400 years ago, there was no shadow hunter profession. Brian carefully sensed the signs and sounds around him, but found nothing unusual.
He couldn't help but sigh: "It's really scary and tricky."
