As a villain, I really don't want to be pursued by the heroine.

"As expected of a Sword Saint! A Sequence 5 Undead creature is no match for you!"

"Since you know this, you still dare to show up. You must be really tired of living."

"Haha, only those who are tired of living can appreciate the beauty of eternal silence..."

The young necromancer's expression darkened and he smirked sinisterly.

"But it seems that most of the people here haven't lived enough, right?"

"Of course, a Sequence 5 is nothing to you, but if a Sequence 4, also at a high level, were to kill everyone here at all costs, how would you respond?!"

Leo's brows furrowed, and then he raised his hand and swung his sword.

The holy sword was unsheathed, and the terrifying sword energy swept through like a flying dragon, tearing the young wizard's body into pieces without any suspense.

But before that, he had already taken out his heart himself.

"A single strike from the Sword Saint is nothing more than this..."

The moment the heart was burned, the one-eyed undead giant's momentum surged, and countless white flames emerged, engulfing the entire southern city area.

At the same time, Holy Light rained down on the northern part of White Harbor.

The corpses were melted away and the lich was pierced through the body.

The invisible soul returned to the body under the guidance of the holy light, and the flesh that was bitten and torn was also healed in the same way.

However, a bald female mage had already strangled her own neck, and a terrifying white fire emanated from her empty eyes.

The next moment, she wailed to the sky. A huge white magic circle covered the sky and the cold fog of death made this place as cold as winter.

The high-ranking lich holding a sickle slowly emerged with a sneer, like a nightmare coming to life.

Sequence 4?

Are you kidding me...

Theresa's expression remained unchanged, but her mood was extremely heavy.

Due to the antiquity of the Trial of the Saint, White Harbor's recent precautions were comparable to those of any other diocese in the Eastern Continent.

How could this evil cult have possibly avoided White Harbor's barrier and sneaked into the city?

It is not surprising that cultists rely on sacrificing their lives to complete sacrifices and temporarily increase their strength.

But this kind of ritual requires a lot of advance preparation. Sneaking into the city is already outrageous. How did they set up the ritual, draw the magic circle, and plan this attack in the city in advance?!

"Lady Theresa, what should we do now?"

The knight's uneasy words called her attention back, and Theresa feigned composure. "Surround the north. Don't let the lich escape."

"I'll take care of the big guys."

Theresa took a step forward, and the holy rain poured down, drawing a line to block the surging tide of liches.

Regardless, the most urgent task was to resolve the current crisis. The reasons for the cultists' successful infiltration would have to be considered later.

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Outside the White Harbor Church, people were in panic.

When Roy and Simon arrived outside the church, they could already glimpse sword energy tearing through the sky and cold mist surging in the north and south.

The terrifying supernatural fluctuations shook everyone's nerves. Even the civilians who could not sense the supernatural aura turned pale and had difficulty breathing because of the heavy pressure.

Fortunately, White Harbor Church is still safe.

Under the guidance of the knights, a large number of civilians came here to seek refuge.

No matter which city, it has become a consensus among Holy Light believers that the church is a safe haven.

"Don't panic, everyone!"

"We, the Knights, will do our utmost to protect you! Furthermore, within the city, there are two of the Six Heroes and an Archbishop! Cultists who rely on sorcery to achieve transcendence will only seek their own doom!"

The priest's words calmed the situation and made everyone calm down a little.

"That's right! This is our church's territory. How can they run wild?"

"Three against two, we clearly have the advantage!"

"Holy Light! Those who dare to disrupt the Saint Lady's inauguration ceremony will pay the price!"

An optimistic atmosphere began to spread.

However, Roy understood that the situation was far from as optimistic as they said.

Having personally experienced the power above the extraordinary, Roy knew very well that a battle between high-level extraordinary people - even if it was just a projection or an imposter who forcibly entered the high level - was enough to easily destroy a city.

[Sword Master] and [Holy Nun] will definitely win.

But at the moment they are just trying their best to suppress the scope of the battle within a controllable range. As the battle becomes more intense, it is unknown how long the church can be safe.

What's more, the two waves just now were obviously feints.

Although cultists may seem crazy, they are not irrational or stupid. All their actions have their own purpose.

No force can sit idly by and watch its people being slaughtered. The Sword Master and the Holy Nun knew that this was a conspiracy to lure the tiger away from the mountain, but they had no choice but to go.

And in the entire White Harbor, the place that is most worthy of the cult's attack and the most dangerous is precisely here.

Unwilling to sit idly by, Roy immediately suggested, "It's not safe here. Stop the Holy Light Baptism immediately and let me take Alice to a safe place."

However, Simon shook his head. "The Saint's soul has begun to become entangled with the power of the Holy Light. You are in me, and I am in you. Forcibly interrupting the baptism of Holy Light will cause irreversible damage to her soul."

Phoenix also said worriedly: "He didn't lie to you. The sublimation of the soul requires full concentration, and Alice can't tolerate any interruption now."

Damn!

Not to mention how they got into White Harbor, why did the cultists choose this time...?

Roy stared at Simon's back in a daze, and a terrible thought suddenly flashed through his mind.

It's him?

Is this how he won Alice?

But why?

The church and cults are incompatible.

Moreover, if Alice were to fall into the hands of the cultists, it would be a disaster for the church...

After much thought, Roy had suspicions but could not find the other party's motives or evidence.

Even he himself thought the idea was ridiculous.

However, before Roy could sort out his thoughts, an aura far more terrifying than the ones in the north and south came over him, making his hair stand on end and his scalp tingle.

The gray fog came quietly, hiding the sunlight and leaving only the biting cold.

Unlike skeletons and corpses, the endless undead soldiers marched in uniform steps, slaughtering everything in their way. They came from afar, like a pale tide, completely surrounding the White Harbor Church.

At the forefront of this undead army, the mist half-condensed into a human form, revealing a pair of cold blue eyes, emitting a coldness that seemed to be able to freeze all living things.

Seeing the man slowly raise his dry hand, Simon took the lead in raising the scriptures and stepped forward.

Chapter 103: I'm giving you face, old man

Behind Simon, wings of light appeared faintly.

That is the power of holy light that only the four great bishops can control, the angelic authority from the goddess.

The holy breath tears apart the darkness, like a star guiding everyone.

However, Julius had anticipated this and raised his hand to summon a magic circle.

The hurricane roars and the dragon spreads its wings.

His skin and flesh were festering all over, and he lunged towards Simon with a roar and a white flame surrounding him.

The figures, one light and one dark, turned into meteors and fought endlessly in the sky, which was a spectacular sight.

Not to mention ordinary people, even ordinary extraordinary people would hardly witness the shock of a high-level attack. For a while, they all exclaimed in amazement at the heart-pounding power.

"The Archbishop is about to take action!"

"Master Cherubim will never lose to the heretic of the evil god!"

"Holy Light! Humanity will win!"

However, Roy's face looked ugly.

The hallmark of a necromancer is the ability to simultaneously command multiple undead creatures of the same level. The corpse dragon, while seemingly powerful, had only just reached Sequence 4, clearly not the full strength of the cultist before them.

But Simon was entangled by just a giant undead dragon and couldn't escape?

Are you okay?

Isn't this high-level character too weak?! He's a master at plotting, but this is what he's like when a fight breaks out?!

Sure enough, after confirming that Simon had no time to pay attention to the people below, the cultist sneered and waved his hand again, attacking with the undead army.

"Fight!"

“Protect the civilians!”

"Wait, don't go over there...!"

If it were a knight from the kingdom, Roy could stop him with just a glance, but the believers of the church were far more fanatical than Roy had expected.

Immersed in absolute trust in the Archbishop, led by several candidates for Saints, both the Knights of White Harbor and the Knights Templar drew their swords and rushed forward.

With the blessing of holy light, the army of the undead is not difficult to stop.

But how could a high-level extraordinary person be a match for a mid-level one?

Oloya raised his hand and shot an arrow, and starlight exploded.

However, this holy light attack that was powerful enough to penetrate the city wall was easily crushed by the cultist with dark blue eyes.

Visalia swung her spear, but before she could get close to the old man, she saw the dirt bulge beneath her feet. A claw from the Howler's higher-ranking ghoul struck her, knocking her back instantly.

Levi held the sword in both hands and shouted, excitement in his eyes.

Just because a sword's heart is broken doesn't mean it's wasted.

Sharpening the sword through battle and regaining glory is the only way for many swordsmen to rise again after being defeated and return to the top.

Look here, cowardly Roy Ironblad!

When you are too afraid to move forward, I will surpass you!

For a moment, he seemed to have regained his former arrogance and actually succeeded in slashing out a sword energy.

But this sword strike that he used all his strength to strike was nothing more than the most common [Holy Light Slash].

Julius didn't dodge or evade, but took the sword with interest. The dark white mist on his body moved forward on its own and easily deflected the attack.

"Oh? Nice talent."

"I just like you guys who are still wet behind the ears and don't know their own weight."

The old man raised the corner of his mouth, and his sinister smile was like a phantom wind blowing from the underworld, carrying with it a terrifying and extraordinary wave that instantly swept across the battlefield, freezing everyone's movements.

"Haven't the elders in the church taught you to respect the elderly?"

The next moment, the old man took action.

The aura of a high-level transcendent is no longer simply power. It not only condenses the transcendental power into substance, but also possesses unique transcendental properties.

Under this terrifying pressure, no one dared to fight back, whether it was the knights guarding White Harbor, the proud Knights Templar, or the Inquisition Deacons hunting heretics, from the candidates for Saints to their guards.

Countless ghost hands emerged from the ground and engulfed a group of remote priests led by Oloya.

The knights of Visalia finally took a step forward, but were suppressed by the waves of high-level ghouls that followed one after another.

"Damn it! These ghosts, don't come over here, don't come over here!"

[Eye of Light] no longer had the dignity it once had. It hastily shot down the ghost hands around it, but was still grabbed by the hair, had its waist tied, and had its limbs tied up by more ghost hands.

She didn't even care about being ashamed of her disheveled appearance, but saw that many priests had been forcibly torn apart, and were frightened by the horrifying and enchanting bloodstains.

In all the battlefields she had experienced, the church had always had an absolute advantage, with countless elders and masters backing them up, and they had always crushed the enemy. She had never seen such a scene before.

On the other side, Visalia was not in much better condition either.