"Heh...heh... lackeys of the Holy Light... do you think... the Necromancer... can only hide in a rat hole and tremble?!"

He roared, his voice leaking like a broken bellows, but filled with creepy venom.

The cold and sticky necromancy magic with a strong smell of corpse decay, like the water of the Styx bursting its banks, gushed out crazily with the wound in his abdomen as the source!

This filthy force is not rootless, it is connected to the direction of the box on the second floor.

There, the fresh bodies of Irina and the Shadow Guard were still cold, and they were the best fuses for the energy of death!

Visible gray-blue ripples of necromancy magic spread from the second floor like a plague, carrying soul-eroding screams and blood-freezing chills as they rapidly swept through the entire auction house hall!

All the living people swept by this force turned pale and felt dizzy, as if the essence of their lives was being forcibly stripped away.

The gray-robed wizard laughed wildly, with a destructive pleasure flashing in his eyes. He wanted to let these high and mighty Holy Light Knights see how terrifying it was when the power in the shadows erupted!

"Foolish heresy, a dying struggle."

The deputy head's voice was as cold as the stone tablet of the Inquisition, without the slightest ripple.

He didn't even take action himself to purify the tide of undead that was coming towards him, but just raised his hand gently.

Behind him, twenty-three white-armored knights chanted in unison as one!

The sacred prayer was no longer a gentle soothing gesture, but transformed into a sonorous war song, with every syllable seeming to be forged from pure holy light.

The moment the voices converged, a dazzling torrent of pure white holy light burst out from the Knights' formation!

This light was not the soft light that the Necromancer had seen before, which could only expel and weaken the magic power of the dead. Instead, it was filled with an unprecedented and extremely violent "purification" property!

It was like a raging white wave, with the absolute will to burn all filth, violently facing the gray-black undead magic that was sweeping over!

Tsk—tsk,tsk—!!!

The harsh purification sound is like boiling oil pouring on snow!

Wherever the sacred torrent passed, the gray-black undead magic power seemed to have no chance of struggling. It was instantly evaporated and decomposed, turning into nothingness!

The filthy water of the Styx could not even hold out for a few breaths before being completely washed away and purified by the raging waves of true holy light!

The cold and rotting smell that filled the hall, along with the discomfort felt by the nobles, was instantly dispelled, leaving only warm and pure light, and the dead silence of everyone who had survived the disaster.

The wild laughter on the gray-robed wizard's face froze, turning into extreme astonishment and confusion.

The ultimate necromancy magic that he was so proud of and that he had sacrificed his life to detonate was actually... so vulnerable?

This was completely different from his common sense that holy light and necromancy consumed and restrained each other!

This power... was so overbearing that it was beyond his comprehension!

"Ugh!"

The deputy captain shook his arm, and the knight's spear pierced the gray-robed mage and threw him behind him like a piece of dirty garbage.

Two knights immediately stepped forward and locked the dying heretic with shackles that flashed with binding runes.

The deputy commander retracted his spear, and the tip of the spear touched the ground, making a crisp sound.

His hawk-like eyes swept over the gray-robed wizard on the ground, who was twitching due to the backlash of magic and severe injuries. His voice echoed clearly in the hall where you could hear a pin drop:

"Times have changed, heretic. The insects hiding in the shadows will never understand the evolution of light. The purifying power of the Holy Light is no longer as 'gentle' as you remember. To resist stubbornly will only hasten your own annihilation in the light."

He no longer looked at the prisoner with a deathly pale face, and his eyes swept over the silent royal guards and the chaotic auction house like a searchlight.

"Clear the scene, arrest all those involved! Gather evidence! Anyone who dares to resist," his voice suddenly turned harsh, his near-legendary pressure pressing down like a physical force, "will be treated as a heretic and killed without mercy!"

The Holy Light Knights took a step forward in unison, their white armor clanging and holy light flowing.

Absolute order and unquestionable power of judgment completely enveloped the entire Bloody Cellar Auction House.

The darkness before dawn, in this corner of the royal capital, was forcibly injected with dazzling light and cold iron laws.

…

The auction house was in a mess inside and out, with thick smoke mixed with blood, and the foul smell of spices and sewage had not yet dissipated.

However, a solemn silence had already descended, leaving only the clanking, orderly steps of the white-armored Knights of the Holy Light and the echoes of their cold commands.

The captain of the royal guards looked ashen and silently put away his weapon.

Even though he was at the legendary level, he didn't dare to act rashly in front of the Holy Knights of the Church of Holy Light.

The guards under his command were even more silent, lowering their heads and not daring to make any unnecessary movements, as if the previous ferocity was just an embarrassing illusion.

In the face of absolute power and orthodox authority, the royal decree seemed pale and ridiculous.

The survivors in the auction house who had luckily not been caught up in the final vortex of the necromancy outbreak stood in long lines under the cold gaze of the knights, like frightened birds.

A high-level holy light magic detection array lit up at the exit, and pure light swept over every survivor.

Those who are deeply corrupted by the magic of the undead, or whose magic fluctuations are abnormal and suspicious, will be silently bound by a chain of holy light and taken to a specially set up confinement area to the side, awaiting detailed examination by the Judgment Hall.

The air was so heavy that water seemed to drip out of it, with only suppressed gasps and the humming sound of the detection array operating.

As for the "culprit" who caused the initial chaos?

The dwarf Enzo, with his cunning and agile character, had slipped away as soon as the first chaos broke out and the guards' attention was drawn, and disappeared into the shadowy alleys of the royal capital through the sewers.

Anna, who was mixed in the crowd, had a pure natural magic aura that was extremely clear under the scan of the Holy Light Array, completely different from the filth of the undead or shadows.

The knights only took a quick look. Although they were very curious about why the elves were active on the orc border, they waved goodbye and let them go after confirming that they were harmless.

Her seemingly fragile figure quickly merged into the stream of released people and disappeared in the streets of the royal capital at dawn in the blink of an eye.

The deputy commander of the Third Holy Knights had a face as firm as iron, and his hawk-like eyes swept over the chaotic scene and the preliminary confession records.

He also had a general idea of ​​what happened in the auction house.

The red-haired woman who appeared in the chaos and made accusations, with her cunning movements and disguised as Rita, was the key figure in delivering the shocking letter of accusation to the Holy Light Church's Judgment Office!

The current patriarch of the Bellucci family, Leonard, and his wife Irina Bellucci (the third princess of the Kingdom of Karl) are the core suspects accused in the letter.

Collaborating with orcs, poisoning the former head of the family, aiding the enemy and betraying the clan... Each one of them is enough to create a huge wave in the Kingdom of Karl.