Urban Seduction: Housewives Club

Aside from the barefoot friar with his eyes closed, the faces of the three possessed Golden Knight knights sank, and the one holding the huge shield let go of the barefoot friar, stepped forward, and asked in a deep voice, "What kind of person are you? How dare you come to Milan Cathedral to make trouble ..."

Eric raised his eyebrows and said, "You don't need to know what I am, just understand that I'm here for revenge!"

"Revenge?" The Giant Shield Knight frowned, "You were sent by the Dark Council?"

"What Dark Council? I don't know ... I'm only here to take revenge because three of my subordinates were killed by your Cleric's people for no reason, and it has nothing to do with that whatsoever Dark Council you're talking about ..." Enjoy more content from My Virtual Library Empire

"The Lord said that conquest and killing can only bring more casualties, we want peace and fraternity ..."

The barefoot monk opened his eyes and said slowly, "The Holy See is good with people, and would never kill for no reason! You must have misunderstood!"

Eric glanced at the barefoot monk, surprised to find that his eyes seemed to be like the sky and the ocean in general, so clear, so not mixed with a trace of color, and even without any emotion, as if the void, could be swallowed and tolerate everything...

This kind of eye Eric is not strange, Celestia many years in the temple meditation priests have this kind of faith for the sake of faith and can dedicate all their firm eyes!

Such a character, even if the strength is not good, with which the enemy is also quite difficult to deal with ...

Eric frowned slightly and said, "I saw it with my own eyes, how could there be any misunderstanding?"

"May I ask, do you know who the people who gave the killers are?"

"Some people call them 'Lord Misus' and 'Lord Moratti'!"

The barefoot monk looked at Eric, his eyes calm and unmoving, "You and your subordinates are wandering blasphemers, are you not?"

"No, we have a fiefdom!"

"Fiefdoms?" The barefoot monk's eyes flickered, and he said in a deep voice, "It seems we need to ask the two lords to explain ..."

Eric slightly froze, by these words, one could hear that the status of the Barefoot Friar in the Holy See was definitely above that of the Archbishop, otherwise, it would be impossible to summon the Archbishop of a region to do the explanation.

Shaking his head, Eric said, "There is no need, they have already paid the price for the mistakes they made!"

The barefoot monk froze for a moment and said, "What price?"

Eric smiled coldly, "Their lives as well as the lives of the nearly one hundred accomplices under them ..."

"What? You killed Archbishop Misus and Bishop Moratti ... How is this possible?"

The barefoot monk's demeanor finally changed drastically, "If one can follow the Lord's guidance, then the holy warrior is invincible! How is it possible that they could be defeated ... Could it be that their faith in the Lord has wavered? Could it be that they have turned their backs on the Lord's guidance ..."

The three close guard knights also looked at Eric with shocked eyes, for a moment their hearts and minds were shaken beyond words.

Looking at their appearance, Eric added fuel to the fire and said, "Do you know, an old Chinese is saying called 'nine clans are implicated', in addition to those murderers, you people can't run away! Now, except for your place, the rest of the Milan Cathedral has been cleaned out by me ..."

"You killed all the clerics?" The barefoot friar was no longer "peaceful and friendly", and there was a stern flash in his eyes.

"All the Guardian Knights are dead, most of the friars are just unconscious, and only those who dared to attack me lost their lives!"

Eric was slightly puzzled, "Such a loud noise. Didn't you guys hear any of it?"

All four of them did not say anything, and after a while, that giant shield knight swore to Eric one word at a time, "I swear in the name of God. By the honor of a knight, I swear that I will kill you ..."

Eric smiled indifferently and said indifferently, "You don't have a chance ..."

With a movement of his mind, magic was instantly sent out.

The Giant Shield Knight had just let out a cold snort to show his disdain for Eric's words when he heard the Barefoot Cultivator's alarmed cry, "Jackson, be careful ..."

A scythe-shaped black shadow suddenly flashed by, and the giant shield knight who was unable to take precautions let out a roar of pain, his chest plate armor rupture was drenched with a trace of blood, and his huge body was even knocked away by a few meters, and heavily smashed into the wreckage of the wall behind him.

Considering the strength of these Knights of the Guard, Eric didn't use Wind Blade again.

Eric didn't use primary magic like Wind Blade anymore but instead used a dark magic - Death Scythe.

Originally, he thought that this high-level single-attack magic would be able to kill this Giant Shield Knight in one blow.

However, unexpectedly, he only suffered a small flesh wound - this could be seen from the blood flow in his chest.

Although the holy power of the light system was extremely lethal to dark creatures, light and darkness were, after all, mutually exclusive. Darkness had the same damage bonus against light creatures.

It all depended on whose energy was stronger!

Admittedly, the giant shield knight's injuries weren't serious, but because of the dark power originating from Eric in his body, he was unable to move for a moment and lay twitching in the stone dust.

The barefoot monk waved his hand, and a white light shot out from his palm, landing on the body of the giant shield knight, slowly driving away the dark power in his body.

Shaking his head slightly, Eric was a bit dissatisfied with the battle results he had achieved.

Under careful observation, he realized that it wasn't that he had underestimated the strength of the Giant Shield Knight, but that he had underestimated the protection of the Giant Shield Knight's plate armor.

Unlike the knights Eric had encountered in the past, the body armor of the Shield Knights was not only made of steel, but also added many rare alloys, and was even enhanced by holy power, so its protection was naturally even more outstanding.

After finding the crux, Eric shifted his attention to the human body.

However, he was shocked to find that the giant shield knight's comrade didn't look worried at all, but instead contained a hidden smile. His people skills weren't that bad, right?

Ignoring their odd expressions, Eric said to himself, "You want to kill me even with this kind of strength? It's really out of your depth ..."

The barefoot monk gently shook his head and said with a smile, "The fact that your strike could injure a middle-ranked Golden Knight shows that you are indeed very powerful! But unfortunately, you have angered Jackson, which will add a lot of trouble to you ..."

"Really?" Eric was slightly curious, wanting to see what this "trouble" was.

The barefoot monk said seemingly kindly, "Besides being an excellent knight with strong faith, Jackson is also a psychic. His 'Berserk' is capable of boosting one's strength several times, and with his current strength as a middle-ranked Golden Knight, he will be able to use his 'Berserk' to boost his strength several times. Once he uses 'Berserk', he has the level of a Paladin ..."

In the middle of the commentary, Jackson, who was lying on the ground, suddenly moved, thinking that the dark power in his body had been dispelled completely.

He stood up, raised his right hand, slowly stroked the crack on his chest armor, and roared in a jar, "Despicable guy, don't you have a little bit of knight's morality? Sneak attacked ... I want to finish you! I swear, I swear in the name of God, I will finish you ..."

Saying that Jackson's body was shrouded in a layer of hazy white light, which was precisely the Paladin's symbol - Holy Fighting Qi!

His huge shield appeared in his left hand, while in his right hand, there was an oversized mallet with a handle as thick as a duck's egg and a cylindrical hammerhead.

Jackson was furious, he was careless and was knocked down by a single blow, this was something he could never allow as the noblest Knight of the Close Guard in front of His Holiness the Pope's seat.

He must kill the man in front of him to cleanse himself of the insult.