"Bang..." "Bang..." "Bang..." "Bang..."

"Bang..." "Bang..." "Bang..." "Bang..."

The two Dark Templars smashed through all the chairs along the way, finally crashing into a pillar and a wall with two loud bangs.

The wood chips and dust scattered and fell to the ground, making crackling sounds.

"Tick-tock...tick-tock..."

Blood dripped from the tips of the demon's two claws.

"Cough... Ugh..."

A large mouthful of blood gushed out of the male knight's mouth, as if a blood bag had burst.

The female knight was in no better condition; blood kept trickling from the corner of her mouth.

Both men had a claw mark extending diagonally from their abdomens to their chests.

The two knights twitched, struggling to stand up.

Normally, Lovett would be aroused to see a woman with such a figure having her clothes ripped off, but today he felt a chill run down his spine.

"Wow~ Impressive, impressive. It can still move. The quality of the knights of the Dark Sanctuary hasn't declined in nearly a thousand years. If it were my incompetent subordinates, tsk tsk..."

No sooner had he finished speaking than a series of bangs came from several directions around the church.

At the same time, several silver arrows were shot at the demon, but the demon dodged them as if it hadn't moved at all.

Six Templars, each wielding their own weapons, launched a simultaneous attack on the demon from three directions: front, back, and top.

The two in the air unfurled a large silver net, which then free-falls towards the demon.

"roll."

As soon as the single, unassuming word appeared, Lovett felt a sharp, stabbing pain in his head, which also blurred his vision.

But you can still see the six people flying backwards in all directions as they suddenly clutched their heads and screamed in agony.

Who... are you?

The female knight, whose injuries were less severe, propped herself up and tried to pick up the silver whip that had fallen not far away.

But the next instant, her pupils contracted and she stopped moving.

The demon seemed to disregard the distance and appeared directly in front of her.

Ah~~~~

With the cracking sound of bones breaking, the female knight let out an uncontrollable scream.

"Isn't it strange that you're screaming in so much pain?"

After saying this, the demon's voice suddenly changed, becoming exactly like the female knight in pain on the ground, and he spoke in an exaggerated tone.

"Oh~ I am a well-trained Templar Knight, my will is as strong as steel, how could I be afraid of pain?"

After that, the demon neither regained Sora's gentle voice nor transformed into anyone else.

A deep, hollow, hoarse tone, tinged with an eerie and cold undertone, emanated from his mouth.

Guess who I am?

A chilling and terrifying feeling permeated the hearts of everyone present, including the two knights.

"You are fear..."

Before the male knight could finish speaking, the demon had already bent over and appeared in front of him almost face to face.

"Correct answer, reward: death."

From Lovett's perspective, he only saw the demon's hand twitch, followed by several streams of blood, barely noticeable in the night, spurting out. The male knight's exposed foot twitched, then went unresponsive.

Lovett lay behind a pillar, his fists clenched tightly.

Everything happened too fast. It's clear that it wasn't that Sora's companions weren't strong enough, but rather that the demon was simply too powerful.

...

"puff..."

Wu You and some other alchemical creatures who were drinking water or other beverages simultaneously spat out their drinks.

This was immediately followed by a string of "hahahahahaha..." that permeated the mental network.

On the chat platform for alchemical creatures, in Karl's personal space, countless alchemical creatures watching the "live stream" left messages.

"Welcome! The Mermaid Pirates send their congratulations!"

"Welcome news! A congratulatory message has been sent from an East African cult!"

"Welcome! The little fairy Elaine has sent her congratulations!"

"Great news! The octopus that just returned sent its congratulations!"

Carl is dead again! Wu You doesn't know how Carl managed to get the performance spot from the domineering Sarah, nor does he know what the original script was like.

The death of the male knight wasn't funny in itself, but it was different because the performer was Karl, especially since most alchemical creatures knew Sarathor's ways, and it was very likely that he changed the script at the last minute.

...

"It's about time to wrap this up, Lovett. What's your decision? If you agree, I'll release Doyle."

The demon turned its head toward Lovett, but the condition remained the same: Doyle.

Without waiting for Lovett's reply, the demon slowly walked towards the female knight and raised its hoof towards her heart.

Despite wanting to shout, Lovett couldn't make a sound, as if his vocal cords were stuck.

He tried to stand up, but found that he couldn't move his body at all. Only then did he notice that his shadow was "hugging" him.

"bite"

The demon's hooves were stopped by the silver whip, but the female knight didn't control it; the whip moved on its own.

At the same time, the male knight's cross sword in the arena also floated up on its own, along with an arrow with a holy silver head that landed in the distance, as well as a holy silver net and other holy silver weapons.

Lovett noticed something strange about the demon's expression; it was the first time he had seen one that appeared "serious," though he didn't know why he could read the demon's expression.

"Dreadlord Sarathor, have you forgotten the lesson of a thousand years ago?"

The church's main entrance was opened, and a person dressed in a white robe with gold trim, shrouded in a hood, stood at the doorway.

He turned his head slightly, saw the male knight lying against the wall, looked at the female knight by the pillar, his gaze then passed over the six Templars one by one, paused on Lovett for a moment, and then looked back at the demon.

"What, are you uncomfortable seeing the miserable state of your own people?"

A mocking voice rang out from the demon.

Lovett discovered that the shadows binding him had returned to normal, and his body was lifted ten centimeters off the ground, moving towards the door. The same was true for the people lying on the ground, whether alive or dead.

But the demon did not stop it.

"Stop bluffing, fear. Your vessel is our people. This is the worst you can project."

Lovett, who had already moved outside the door, was surprised to find two other people, also dressed in robes, outside.

The figure on the left was the one who spoke the second sentence.

A hazy, rippled sensation, as if the air had been scorched by high temperatures, appeared around the three of them, and even the darkness of night could not conceal this sense of power.

Just a dozen meters away was the street and highway. At this time, there were few pedestrians and vehicles coming and going, but strangely, no one noticed anything unusual.

Lovett saw two other men in white robes step into the church, their sleeves, which had been folded up at their waists, slowly droop down.

Something described in novels but never experienced before, called "aura," was being presented to Lovett in an extremely powerful form.

"Fear, this time I'll leave your projection behind!"

The white-robed man on the right issued a declaration with a slight echo.

In a flash, Lovett realized that the other two white-robed figures had "disappeared."

Instinctively, I looked into the church.

Sure enough, three white-robed figures had already formed a triangle around the demon at the three corners of the church.

As the consul entered, the darkness inside the church seemed to dissipate somewhat, and everything became clearly visible despite the lack of light.

"Three Holy Orders Consuls... Have I fallen into a trap?"

The demonic voice in the center remained hollow and terrifying, but it had inevitably taken on a tone of doubt.

Lovett knew with a guess that this time the reinforcements were definitely powerful, and after a few seconds of excitement, he fell silent.

Unfortunately, Sora didn't get to see him, and unfortunately, the male knight didn't get to see him either.

Lovett didn't believe the devil's claim of a trap.

Because of Sora's self-sacrifice, because of that phone call and the words, "We can't do that!"; because of the words and actions of the two knights; because of the six Templars who knowingly stepped forward despite the danger.

Everything made Lovett understand what kind of people lived in the Dark Sanctuary.

If they would do everything in their power to rescue an ordinary person like him, he believed they would never use their comrade as bait.

Otherwise, wouldn't it be better to just use Lovett Gerrard as bait?

No one answered the devil's question.

Countless silver metallic powders were slowly but rapidly emerging from the sleeves of the three Holy Temple Archons, while all the holy silver weapons inside the church were also pulverized at the same time.

"Boom!"

The demon in the center didn't wait any longer. With a stomp of its hoof, it created a large crater a meter in diameter in the center of the church, and then its body flew rapidly toward the top of the church.

"when..."

"Bang bang bang bang bang bang..."

A powerful clanging sound came from above, and the sound and the ripples in the air shattered the skylight at the top.

A figure dressed entirely in silver-white, wielding a two-handed greatsword, appeared above the demon's head and swung the sword, colliding with its two demonic claws.

A similar "person" appeared in the air, except that it was holding a large silver hammer.

"Bang..."

The holy silver hammer struck the greatsword that was colliding with the demon.

"boom..."

The demon, which flew up at high speed and then fell even faster, crashed into the church floor like a meteorite.

The holy silver powder inside the church continued to increase steadily, as if the sleeves of the three church magistrates were bottomless pits.

One after another, silver-white warriors appeared, wielding various weapons.

They silently surrounded the large pit in the center.

"Roar~~~~~~~~~"

A beastly roar emanated from the center.

Rumble, rumble, rumble...

Lovett and Doyle, who had already woken up, both felt numbness in their bodies, and the entire church began to shake.

At the same time, a large number of Holy Silver Warriors charged towards the center, wielding their weapons.

The three Holy See consuls also rushed over.

Lovett once thought that the three of them should be the kind of mage-type characters who wield magical powers to fight from a distance.

The result is a giant scythe with a handle that is three meters long and a blade that is two meters long.

A chain hammer with a diameter of at least one meter.

The last one is an excessively long spear.

The three fought extremely fiercely, amidst a deafening roar of explosions.

They completely disregarded whether their "Holy Silver Warriors" were ahead.

It attacks all targets along the path.

Often, just as a few "Holy Silver Warriors" have entangled the demon, the scythe will slice right through the "Holy Silver Warriors" and attack the demon's main body.

After the demons paid a price to block the scythe, they were immediately entangled by the newly formed holy silver warriors. The next moment, the terrifying chain hammer descended from above, indiscriminately enveloping them.

Only the spear was slightly "gentler." Although it still pierced a hole in the Holy Silver Warrior, at least it didn't shatter and didn't need to be reassembled.

Although the speed of the battle is so fast that two ordinary people can only catch a few fragments of a fight.

But this ferocious fighting style still left Lovett and Doyle speechless, their mouths agape enough to fit an egg.

This causes the blood to boil and adrenaline to surge.

This is the power of humanity!

"asshole!!"

"One day I will slaughter all the scum of the Dark Sanctuary!!!"

The demon's furious roar was still powerful, but to Lovett and Doyle at this moment, it sounded less and less forceful.

The continuous, violent shaking of the ground and the deafening roar of the battle inside the church contrasted sharply with the tranquility of the streets outside.

Lovett and Doyle even heard "Jingle Bells" playing from a car slowly driving by.

Whether it was due to the exceptional quality of the church's construction or the fact that the building's structural elements had not suffered major damage, Lovett and Doyle both felt it was a miracle that the church hadn't collapsed yet.

Despite the risk of being hit, the two of them just stood at the door looking inside, showing no intention of escaping.

After the intense battle had lasted for more than ten minutes, the three Holy Archons once again accelerated the pace of the battle.

Even Lovett and Doyle could tell from the occasional glimpses of the demon that it was sustaining more and more injuries and that its condition was declining.

In particular, countless drops of holy silver powder would seep into the demon's wounds, continuously corroding the power projected by the demon amidst a series of "sizzling" sounds.

This causes the rate at which strength is increased to not keep up with the rate at which it is consumed.

Strike while the iron is hot and kill it!

"Boom!"

A tremendous explosion rang out, and a gust of wind blew out from inside, instantly turning a large number of Holy Silver Warriors into dust.

The three consuls, bracing themselves against the ground with their weapons, were also pushed back more than ten meters by the explosion.

After the explosion, the church fell silent for a moment.

"Clap clap clap clap clap..."

"Very good, very good, I will be back..."

With this ethereal sound, the battle inside the church came to an end.

The three consuls stood silently in place.

Countless drops of holy silver, like flowing sand, flowed into the sleeves of the three Holy See Archons.

Lovett and Doyle noticed that the female knight beside them had struggled to her feet, and the six Templars had also regained consciousness.

The two heard the female knight mutter a barely audible soliloquy.

"Two more have left...?"

PS: A long chapter of 4000 words... 89