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The two blood girls who were the Marquis and the Earl were not trying to save them from death, but when they were in trouble, how could they spare the strength to rescue others?

Relying on their outstanding strength, the Marquis and Earl avoided the Holy Light.
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However, because of the Knights of Light's attack, they were still irradiated by the holy light.

Although it was only for a short second, their delicate bodies that were illuminated still had their skin split open and looked so scary.

Seeing this shocking scene, Eric couldn't help but feel a bit of fire.

Although with Eric's nature, he didn't care too much about these blood girls, "You have to look at the master even if you are beating a dog", ah! These people from the Holy See don't know how to die!

The strength of a Count is similar to that of a high-ranking Silver Knight, while a Marquis is even higher.

Although the sacred fighting qi practiced by these Knights of Light had a damage bonus against dark creatures, the two blood girls also knew magical footwork.

Even though they received some damage from the holy light, they were able to cope with it a bit more easily because they were not dragged down by the Viscount and Baron.

At that moment, Moratti started praying again, and the murmured voice truly inspired Eric's anger.

With a cold snort, he dodged and ran towards Misus and Moratti.

Along the way, swords turned to light, and blood and flesh flew.

All the Knights of the Light who blocked the way, regardless of whether they were intentional or unintentional, were all cut in two by the angry Eric.

Seeing Eric charging towards him like a force to be reckoned with, Misus perversely smiled, and there seemed to be a hint of pity in his icy smile.

Moratti praying, but also to the outside world regardless, look at that pious look, as if the sharp edge of the body, but also can not stop him to God "small report" like!

The Turkish scimitar swung twice with a mournful whistling.

The knife is inspired by two beautiful arcs of light, left and right out, which will want to block the way of more than a dozen Knights of the Light all waist cut.

Eric, who had cleared the last group of resistance, jumped up high and slashed at Misus and Moratti, who were standing in the same spot.

On the body of the blade, black flames rolled and burned, like the devil's fierce face, and like the cold eyes of the god of death.

Facing Eric, who swooped into the air like an eagle, Misus simply stretched out a hand, a hand with five fingers open.

A dazzling, blinding light lit up in the center of his hand.

Instantly, the light exploded.

As hot as the sun, as turbulent as a tidal wave, the light fanned out into the air, seemingly wanting to engulf Eric, who was still in the air.

At the same time, Moratti's prayer was completed, and a pillar of light, even more massive than earlier, fell from the sky, merging with Misus' fan of light and enveloping Eric.

No one could be faster than the light.

In other words, no one could dodge Misus and Moratti's holy light spell.

With such intense holy light, even if one had the power of a duke, they could only die if they resisted it head-on.

In Misus and Moratti's opinion, even if this "dark boy" was more powerful, he could not be higher than a duke.

Therefore, under the attack of this intensity of holy light magic, this dark boy who was able to dominate the Marquis in front of them would surely disintegrate and burn like the three vampires in the past, until he turned into a cloud of flying ash.

Misus smiled faintly and was about to withdraw his hand, when suddenly, his gaze staring into the air froze with shock, and his pupils shrunk to a small point.

The enemy that should have been turned into flying ash had broken through the intense holy light that was as strong as day.

He struck through the air as if nothing had happened!

The scimitar burning with black flames cut into his face with hatred!

Misus did not dodge. It wasn't because he was confident, but he was stunned - the Holy Light spell had no effect on him!

Daywalker!

A terrifying name flooded Misus' mind.

Faced with the legendary powerful and almost invincible demon, he wanted to cry out in horror.

But just as he opened his mouth, a scimitar swept over his head.

His skull immediately rose into the air and flew into the distance, throwing bright red blood and warm white brains along the way.

The Turkish scimitar burning with black flames cut through Misus' eyebrows and penetrated his brain, its body not stained with the slightest foreign substance and shining as bright as ever.

The light was so intense that no one could see what was happening.

Until Eric swung his sword and beheaded Moratti who was too weak to respond, the Knights of Light only woke up like a dream and let out angry and terrified cries, "Lord Misus..." "Moratti Lord ..."

"Damned blasphemers!"

"Oh God, grant strength to your devout followers ..."

"Avenge the two lords!"

"No, we should retreat now!"

A low and powerful voice rang out, appearing particularly striking in the clutter of voices.

It could be that this voice spoke to everyone's heart, or it could be that the person speaking was quite authoritative.

As the voice landed, the Knights of Light retreated towards the mountain like a tidal wave with angry and unwilling eyes.

The Marquis and Earl snuggled together, panting violently, and looked at Eric with eyes filled with extreme worship and admiration.

Eric told the two surviving Blood girls to stay behind and rest, while he spread his legs and chased after the retreating Knights of Light.

How can I let go of the people who killed me so easily? Catching up with all of them is the right solution!

Two kilometers up the mountain, there was a rather large flat area where six large silver-white helicopters were parked, while the now powerful propeller blades

The powerful propeller blades were spinning, and the violent air currents stirred up fallen leaves and dust flying all over the sky.

When the smoothly retreating Knights of Light had all boarded, the engines roared and the aircraft lifted off.

The low roar of the machine echoed through the mountains, startling the birds into a flurry.

When Eric caught up, what he saw was these six helicopters flying away from the mountains along a straight line dozens of meters in the air. Eric smiled coldly and instantly silently sent out a dozen giant wind blades.

Under Eric's precise control, the wind blades accurately hit the helicopter's tail propellers, with a resounding bang and a splash of fire.

The invisible but sharp wind blades smashed the high-speed spinning propeller into pieces and shot out in all directions.

The originally smooth airplane immediately swayed like a drunk, and a long trail of black smoke trailed from its tail, and its altitude plummeted as the riders on board let out terrified yells.

Eric stood at the edge of the mountain cliff, staring at the still-smoldering helicopter as it drew an irregular arc in the air.

One after the other, they fell into the mountains, followed by an explosion. The splattered aviation gasoline was burning, turning the mountain into a huge torch.

The sky was red with the light of the flames.

I'll give you a taste of what it's like to be burned!

Eric noticed that a dozen figures jumped out of the helicopter and landed in the mountains the moment before it crashed.

Eric's eyes snapped and he instantly teleported over.

What does it mean to kill everyone? Naturally, it means not leaving a single survivor!