"Aesop, are you going together?"

Outside London, the old white man looked at the red-robed priest beside him and carefully opened the quaint box he carried with him, which looked like he was looking at the merciful Lord.

In the box, there was a rusty spear lying. The spear was very ordinary in style. It was the most common standard spear in the hands of medieval soldiers. It was just that the tip of the spear was stained with a fresh blood. This blood seemed to have penetrated into the tip of the spear, and a holy immortal aura filled the body of the spear.

"Of course, Your Excellency the Presiding Judge, although I am not a combatant, it is my duty to purify evil!"

Facing the provocative look of the white old man, the priest of the red robe still looked smiling, and closed the wide red robe on his body, with a sense of compassion and piety in his eyes.

"Oro! Chase up and purify these heresy, let them confess to the Father in the Holy Fire..."

He glanced at the knight beside him. The old white man clamped his legs and the war horse under his crotch rushed out like an arrow.

"Yes, dear Presiding Judge!"

The leading middle-aged knight replied with a serious look on his face, with a sharp look on his eyes and a roaring head: "Judge the knight, follow me to charge!"

"Ka! Da! Da!"

The deafening sound of horse hooves rang out on the plain. From a distance, the judges of hundreds of riders rushed towards the Bloodline Warlock Academy like a torrent of steel.

"Divine protection!"

The leading captain of the Knights roared, and a milky white glow expanded rapidly. In a blink of an eye, the entire Knights enclosed, and the speed of the entire Knights charging was increased.

It looked like a stream of white waves, rolling on the plains.

"Hehe... it's just right, feel the fury of the storm!"

Looking at the Judgment Knight rushing towards him, Robert smiled grimly on his face, and between his hands, two red tornados were thrown out.

"Boom... sizzling... huhh..."

In the void, two red tornados amplified at a speed visible to the naked eye and instantly turned into two flame tornados connected to the sky. On the earth, two scorch marks divided the battlefield. Under the scorching high temperature, the air quickly distorted.

"Yaoyan Charge! For Heavenly Father..."

"For the Father!"

Looking at the oncoming flame tornado, the captain roared, with no fear in his eyes, only firmness and piety.

Accompanied by the shocking charge horn, the entire knight formation suddenly changed, and the milky white holy light was gradually replaced by a golden sunlight. The entire knight seemed to turn into a gilded arrow.

"Shit...sik...

A sharp roar that pierced the air passed by, and the tornado of flames in the void was suddenly pierced by arrows shrouded in the light of the sun.

"Accept the baptism of artillery fire! The miscellaneous people..."

As the Knights were about to pass through the flame barrier, a bright orange-red light appeared on the giant double-barrel hunting rifle in Gret's hand, as if the entire hunting rifle was charging.

"The artillery fire roars...boom!boom!boom..."

The violent sound of cannons, the moment the sound of the sound of the sound of the sound of orange-red fan-shaped ballistics enveloped the entire team. In the air, a strong smell of pungent gunpowder was accompanied by the rolling smoke, covering the open plain in front of you.

Under the action of huge recoil, Gret's body retreated uncontrollably, and the giant hunting rifle in his hand was also blazing blue smoke, and the barrel was orange-red.

“Huhhhhhhh…”

After taking off the cigar in his mouth and gasping for a few heavy breaths, Gret collapsed on the ground and wiped the sweat from his head.

“Solved?”

Looking at the Knights that had not been moved for a long time, Pirot looked shocked and puzzled, and he looked at the thick smoke rolling up.

"Ahem... I'm afraid it's not that easy!"

After a little cushioning, Gret stood up from the ground, looked at Marcus with a serious expression and looked at him with his hands crossed his chest without saying a word.

Sure enough, as the smoke dissipated, a golden protective barrier wrapped around the Knights of Judgment. The red-robed priest was the one who blocked the Knights of Judgment.

The ground on the plain was scraped up under the fierce artillery fire just now, and a ditch that plowed deeply into the ground appeared in front of everyone.

Although the sky-long artillery fire did not hurt them, it also disrupted the formation of the Knights, causing the war horses they sat down to be frightened and fled in all directions.

"Heaven, accept the sanctions of the Holy Light! God said: All creatures that are not governed by the light are heresy, bound by the Holy Word..."

A series of dazzling apertures rose from the void and turned into light locks, covering Marcus and the other two.

"Hmph...What a hypocritical charlatan! Crack..."

Marcus snorted coldly, and the dark red halo appeared around him. The light lock bound to his body was instantly shattered, turning into a rain of light and dissipating in the air.

"Stop the Knights and buy time for Hathaway and the others! This old thing is handed over to me..."

Waving his hand to eliminate the light locks entangled on Gret and Robert, Marcus ordered, and copper spots that looked like squintessence appeared all over his body, and his wings were like demons behind him, and his whole person disappeared from the sight of the two.

"This demon was eroded too deeply by the power of darkness and had a strong repulsion of the holy light. If you want to purify him, you may need the God-killing gun in the hands of the Presiding Judge!"

The moment Marcus disappeared, the red-robed priest glanced at the "Langnus gun" in the hand of the white old man and said with a serious expression.

After several years of dedicated practice, Marcus gradually adapted to the power in his body. After systematic practice, his use of blood power became more and more adept at it.

The three-legged golden toad bloodline in the body is gradually matured, and its strength is so strong that it has stood faintly at the peak of the human world.

The old white man knew that in order to purify this existence, in addition to offering sacrifices to the saints and summoning the angels, the only one in the old white man who had stabbed the Holy Son Jesus and had been contaminated with divine blood could do it.

"You should contact the Knights of Elis quickly and let him lead the Knights of Light and join you in surrounding the heresies who escape. You must not let go of any evil bloodline. Let me leave it here!"

Take out the "Balance of Fate" from your arms and hand it to the leader of the Knights. A dazzling holy light flame overflowed from the body.

"Sizi...sharp...sheep..."

At this moment, a black shadow passed by, and the two followers beside the Knight leader were instantly divided into two, and the blood internal organs were splashed out. In the air, a bloody smell that made people vomited gradually dissipated.

"Bah... the blood of you charlatans is as stinking as those sinners, and they also call themselves the light and holy people..."

Marcus's figure gradually emerged in the void, stretching out his pimples of pink tongue, licking the blood at the fingertips of both claws, spat hard, and glanced down, as if he was selecting prey.

"The evil existence, the Father will not forgive your sins, feel the power of light!"

Looking at the two knights who died tragically in front of him, the old white man's eyes were ripped apart, and anger rushed to his chest. The ancient spear in his hand instantly stabbed out and rushed towards Marcus in the void.

As the chief of the verdict of the religious court of the Holy See, he saw too many cruel and vicious pagans and demons, but this was the first time he had met the evil existence of Marcus who was as arrogant as he slaughtered the judge's knight in front of him, and this was undoubtedly a slap in his old face.

"Sizizi...clang..."

Facing the raid from the old white man, Marcus moved his body, swept his arms across, and his sharp nails cut across the spear, rubbing the face of the old white man.

"Um..."

Feeling the stinging pain in his ears, the old white man groaned, and the sacred fighting spirit gushed out. The spear in his hand, a transparent pulsation shocked, instantly lifting Marcus out.

"Is this the legendary Longinus gun that stabbed Jesus? It's really powerful..."

Looking at the white old man's hands, gradually starting to revive, and the ancient spear emitting the sacred immortal light, Marcus's arms twitched, and a look of fear flashed deep in his eyes.

"Today, let me use this God-killing gun to end your sinful life!"

Raising the ancient spear in his hand, the old white man looked sacred, and murderous intent appeared in his eyes.

......

"Do it!"

On the ground, looking at Marcus, who was entangled in the void with a white old man, Gret and Robert looked at each other with determination.

"Don't think of success, evil alien!"

"Shield of Judgment!"

Detecting the malice of Gret and Robert, the red-robed priest, the frost on his face appeared. On the same side, the glorious shield engraved with the golden holy word gradually appeared in the air, wrapping the entire Knights beside him in.

‘Damn Van Helsing, it doesn’t appear at the critical moment! After going back this time, I must make this bastard who despises the rules of the Holy See?’ At this time, the red-robed priest cursed Van Helsing while being alert to the actions of Gret and Pirot.

He himself was not a fighter of the Holy See, but a missionary priest who drove out evil spirits, perhaps his business was his good at, but dealing with pagans has always been the duty of the religious court.

This time he came with him was only to guard Van Helsing at the request of the Pope of the Holy See, so as not to cause trouble.

But unexpectedly, I encountered a tough guy. The knights beside me would become a burden-like existence.

In fact, this is also due to their carelessness in underestimating the enemy. The Trial of the Knights is indeed a powerful weapon for the Holy See to wipe out the cults, but it is never a pioneer.

According to the convention of the Holy See, the ascetics in the Religious Tribunal are generally used as the frontlines and to wipe out the high-level pagan leadership. Only then will the Tribunal Knights and the Knights of Light jointly attack and wipe out the remaining pagans in one fell swoop.

Unexpectedly, the ascetic monk who had not succeeded this time and acted as the pioneer and core of power. Before he could take action, he was destroyed by the leader of this cult, causing their encirclement and suppression to suffer a devastating blow.

Not only that, the destruction of more than a dozen ascetic monks was also the most tragic loss that the Holy See had suffered in the past thousand years. You should know that even before the Crusades, the Crowns' legion of the Holy See had only lost more than a hundred. That battle caused the Holy See to suffer heavy losses and had to return to the Vatican, sign the covenant agreement, and suffer unprecedented shame. The Pope also abdicated and accepted the judgment of the Heavenly Father's Holy Fire.

However, although the Crusade failed, it laid a solid foundation for the growth of the Holy See. That time was also the most brilliant expansion action in the history of the Holy See. Their expedition army swept across the world and left the holy name of the Heavenly Father in countless countries. It can be said that even though it is defeated, it is still honorable.

But this time, they sacrificed more than a dozen ascetic monks in the trial office in an operation to encircle and suppress a European cult, almost one-tenth of the Crusade, which is simply incredible data.

Although the Holy See is still prosperous, it is actually affected by the rise of science. The mad believers in the entire Holy See are less than 100, including those monks and priests who are not fighting.

Needless to ask, even if they wiped out the cult this time, they would definitely be held accountable by the Pope.

"Hey...try the charm of gunpowder and accept the impact of steel and flames!"

Looking at the Judgment Knights wrapped in front of her, Gret grinned and a dazzling flame that soared into the sky above the giant double-barrel hunting rifle in her hand.

"Bang...sizi...clang!clang!clang!"

The deafening sound of gold and iron clashed against the golden light shield, and a series of Mars splashed everywhere, judging the members of the Knights and silent collectively.
To be continued...