The chaos inside and outside the auction house has reached a peak.

Although the iron torrent of the Royal Guards of the Kingdom of Karl blocked all the visible exits, and the cold thorny griffin emblem shone in the firelight with the power to suppress everything, the situation was far from as smooth as the Knight Commander had expected.

The order was "don't let anyone go", but it was difficult to implement.

Those trapped in the auction house were not just frightened ordinary servants, but more importantly, the prominent nobles of King Karl's City and their guards.

These noble lords and ladies, who usually look down on others, now burst out with astonishing energy driven by the fear of being silenced.

In order to save their lives, the mid- and high-level professional guards they brought with them spontaneously formed a formation to resist the pushing and driving away of the guards, and there were even sporadic magical bombardments and weapon collisions.

"Rebellion! Are you going to fight against the royal authority?!"

The Knight Commander of the Royal Guard roared fiercely and pointed his halberd at a mage guard who was trying to use magic to blast open the side door barrier, but was blocked by the sword of another noble swordsman next to him, sparks flying everywhere.

"What a bullshit royal power! The royal power is colluding with the orcs and wants to silence us! Spread the word! Only if the family spreads the word can we be protected! We want to depose the Karl royal family!"

Another sharp voice rang out in the chaos, igniting the last bit of madness in the desperate crowd.

The expensive magic communication scroll was torn open without regard for cost, and rays of light penetrated the chaotic magic field and the interference barrier of the auction house.

Although most of it was weakened, there were always sporadic fragments of information being transmitted to various parts of the royal city.

Panic spread like a plague, starting with the auction house and spreading outward.

The Knight Commander's face turned pale. Although his personal guards were strong, the nobles' private soldiers were numerous and seemed to be fearless in this situation. As a result, a brief stalemate was formed.

He reached for the emergency communication crystal at his waist.

The king must be consulted again.

The cost of slaughtering all the nobles present and the subsequent storm are definitely not something that a Knight Commander like him can bear!

At this moment, a disgusting smell of death suddenly spread around him.

The air was thick with blood. The Knight Commander turned his head suddenly and saw the gray-robed wizard belonging to Irina, whose figure seemed to have emerged from a ball of filthy blood and staggered to his feet.

His face was as pale as paper, with blood stains still hanging from the corners of his mouth. It was obvious that the siege by Monica and Mark had just taken a heavy toll on him.

In the second-floor box, the last shadow guard who had loyally followed in to protect his master had now turned into a twisted and shriveled corpse, with sunken eye sockets and his life essence completely drained away.

It was this evil technique of death-substitution that allowed him to escape from the siege.

The gray-robed wizard ignored the Knight Commander's astonished look and tremblingly took out a dark token inlaid with twisted beast claws and thorny griffins. His voice was hoarse but filled with desperate madness:

"The King's Secret Order! Guards, listen! Everyone within this area... is a traitor! From now on, assist me in launching the 'Styx Sacrifice'! Seal off space and suppress all resistance! The blood sacrifice... begins!"

There was a flash of utter madness in his eyes. He actually wanted to sacrifice the entire auction house and everyone inside, regardless of friend or foe, in order to completely destroy all evidence and witnesses!

The Knight Commander's pupils suddenly shrank. The cruelty of this order was far beyond his expectations!

However, the aura on the token cannot be faked.

As for whether the method of eliminating evidence and witnesses is too unorthodox... they are already going to kill people to silence them, so who cares whether it is unorthodox or not!

He gripped his halberd tightly, a conflict between his conscience and his desires.

If you execute it, there will be no return!

Failure to carry out the order and disobeying the king's secret order will also result in death!

Just as the suffocating shadow of death was about to cover the entire auction house, and the gray-robed wizard began to surge with heart-pounding destructive energy fluctuations...

Trample! Trample! Trample!

A series of uniform footsteps with a sacred rhythm came from the other end of the street, like a war drum, shattering the despair and bloody atmosphere outside the auction house.

The voice had a strange penetrating power, drowning out the noise near the auction house.

Everyone, whether it was the confused nobles, the hesitant guards, or the gray-robed wizard who was chanting madly, could not help but look in the direction of the sound.

In the dim light of day, a group of knights were marching silently with absolutely orderly steps.

They were clad in spotless pure white leather armor, a soft yet incomparably tough holy light flowing on the armor.

The emblem on the chest is a sword piercing the shadows, surrounded by golden ears of wheat.

Under the Holy Light Church's Judgment Hall, the Third Holy Knights of the Holy Light Church!

A sharp blade to purge heresy and rebellion!

The middle-aged knight in the lead had a face as firm as stone, eyes as sharp as an eagle, and a pure and powerful divine pressure emanated from his body. His aura had reached the legendary threshold!

Although he is just a squad leader, his strength is comparable to Alfonso!

This is the heritage of the old knight order!

His cold gaze swept across the kingdom's guards who were on high alert, and finally fell on the center of the vortex inside the auction house door that was beginning to be filled with a faint smell of blood, chaos and evil, without stopping for the slightest.

"In the name of the Holy Light," the white-armored knight's voice was low, yet resonated like a mighty bell, resonating deep within every soul, carrying with it an undeniable judgment. "This place has been taken over by the judgment of the Church. All who resist will be considered heretics and killed without mercy."

Pure white light spread from the feet of the knights, instantly covering the streets outside the auction house, forming an invisible sacred force field.

Although this team of knights consists of only twenty-four people, their momentum after they are dispersed and standing still seems to be more oppressive than the regular legion of nearly a hundred people of the opposite kingdom's guards!

The energy of the sacrificial formation that the gray-robed wizard had just begun to condense was like ice and snow encountering the scorching sun. It made a sharp "hissing" sound and fluctuated violently, and was actually forcibly suppressed!

The Holy Light has arrived!

Heretics, stay away!

On the other side...

Almost at the moment when the gray-robed wizard used the last shadow guard to cast the evil spell of death substitution to escape, Monica's gaze, as cold as poison and ice, moved away from his disappearing blood shadow.

"Target changed." Her voice was calm, as if the failed assassination and hunt just now were just insignificant episodes. Only the bloodstains left on the fingertips that were strangling her throat indicated the cruelty that had just ended.

"Leonard, where is he?"

"Third underground floor, entrance to the secret passage on the west side!"

Mark's response came instantly through the soul link, with incredible accuracy.

His soul perception was like mercury flowing on the ground. Even in the chaotic energy field, he firmly locked onto the fat figure who was being carried by two loyal guards and trying to escape into the escape route reserved by the family.

The current head of the Bellucci family, Leonard Bellucci!

The conspirator accused in the fragments of Monica's father's diary.