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

The indestructible Mithril Armor cannot withstand the corrosive power of the upper ghoul.

Each of the upper-level ghouls had the strength of a Sequence 7. Even if only three or five of them attacked together, Visalia would be left with nothing but a beating.

More knights were ripped open and brutally ravaged by the influx of zombies.

The scene of blood flowing like a river undoubtedly awakened the people who were immersed in the power of the archbishop.

Churches are not safe either.

The people cried and scattered, only to find to their horror that the surroundings had been corroded and impossible to get through.

Only Levi remained standing, facing Julius.

Countless people looked with hope at the Sword Saint's direct disciple, the number one prodigy in the East Continent, and the once strongest Saint Guard.

However, Levi was covered in cold sweat, and his hand holding the sword couldn't stop shaking.

"What's wrong? You're not going to draw your sword?"

Ignoring the mithril sword in Levi's hand, Julius only had eyes for the holy sword.

The pinnacle of extraordinary weaponry, a divine weapon powerful enough to kill demigods.

Especially because of the suppressive properties of the Holy Light itself, Julius was somewhat wary and interested.

"Boy, let me see how powerful you can make that sword."

The old man's dark blue eyes were slightly blurred, and he smiled happily: "If you can't satisfy me, I will kill you."

What is more terrifying than the extraordinary aura is the murderous aura from a high-level extraordinary person.

Levi felt as if invisible hands were tightly gripping his throat, preventing him from even breathing.

If the middle level wants to rebel against the higher level, what is needed is the courage to transcend the instinctive fear of death of living things.

But he couldn't do it after all.

"Don't...don't come over here! I can't die, I can't die here ah ah ah ah ah ah ah!"

Levi suddenly threw down the sword in his hand, turned around and ran at an astonishing speed, fled quickly, and disappeared on the spot.

Julius was stunned for a moment before bursting into laughter.

"Hahahahahahahaha, what a disciple of the Sword Saint! He doesn't even dare to draw his sword. Today really opened my eyes!"

"Fuck Levi, are you still a man?!" Oloya, who was trapped in the ghost's hand, cursed, almost unable to believe it.

Visalia's face was as gloomy as water, showing disappointment, humiliation, and deep despair. She cursed him inwardly as a coward.

In fact, everyone knew that Levi, a mid-level warrior with a broken sword heart, could not be a match for the cultists, but seeing him fleeing in panic like a stray dog ​​still made their morale plummet.

"That's boring. This level isn't even enough to kill time..."

Julius shook his head in disappointment and looked deeper into the church.

The entertainment ends here, it’s time to get down to business.

Haha, the blood of the false king is certainly good, but isn’t there a more valuable prey right now?

However, the next moment, firewood flames flew up and clear water emerged.

The sharp red sword light shot up into the sky, and with one sword, it cut the zombie in front of Visalia in half.

Pure water fell like raindrops, swallowing up the ferocious ghost hands surrounding Oloya and healing her injuries.

The black-haired boy resolutely stepped out of the chaotic battlefield and faced the cultist who commanded thousands of undead souls.

"It's time to change opponents, old man."

Chapter 104: One Step Away

Looking around at the scattered limbs and the glaring bloodstains on the ground, the frightened Oloya burst into tears.

The fear of facing death completely crushed her dignity.

But at the same time, looking at the boy's back, an unprecedented throbbing spread.

That was a thrill that a man deceived by magic could never experience.

On the other side, Visalia was overwhelmed with emotion.

No knight doesn't want to follow the strong, but compared to those distant big figures, Roy is a role model of his peers who is truly worthy of the title of genius.

It's not just Visalia.

Whether it was the Knights of White Harbor or the Knights Templar, they all united behind Roy and rekindled their hope.

"Lord Roy, please let me help..."

"Just take care of yourselves."

The boy's indifferent words dispelled the thoughts of Visalia and others.

Fighting against high-level enemies is a dangerous situation where one is likely to die, and with their strength, they really can't help.

If there is anyone who can really do it, it can only be Roy, who has won consecutive victories over the geniuses of the East Continent, right?

However, facing the pressure from the higher-ups, Roy was far from as relaxed as he appeared.

The leader of the [School of the Undead], [Lord of Frost] Julius.

A horror character clearly marked in Rowling's notes.

"High-level strength, the madness of the cult, if you encounter such a dangerous guy, it's best to run away immediately, right?"

The ridicule in the notes turned into the most real nightmare, making Roy unable to laugh even if he wanted to.

If possible, he would also like to run.

But he couldn't leave Alice alone.

Julius was just spying on the church, and Alice, who was being baptized by the Holy Light, had no time to escape.

He didn't seek to defeat his opponent, but he had to hold Julius back until the other three high-level transcendents decided the winner and came to support him.

Or...

Unlike the dying red-blooded fire dragon or the projections of the Four Heavenly Kings, the high-level transcendent in front of him is the real thing.

Even if he used the Blade of the Former King, Roy did not have the confidence to kill it.

The reason why he dared to face Julius was because he held a trump card that was more powerful than the Blade of the Former King.

But the uneasiness in his heart made him hesitate.

The Cherubim are the most dangerous ones.

If Simon really planned all this and Julius' attack was also part of his calculations, then he must have some kind of backup insurance.

It would be unwise to reveal your cards to him in advance.

Julius maintained the composure of a strong man and did not rush to take action. Instead, he looked at the boy confidently and with interest.

The condensed breath, the calm eyes, and the movements that were just refined to the point of being flawless.

Putting aside the bloodline of the [False King], the boy himself is already a strong man who has experienced many battles.

Unlike other extraordinary people, mid-level people who can face the pressure of high-level people are quite rare.

It was as if he had experienced the terrifying aura from high-level forces countless times and had long been accustomed to it.

"I heard that the blood of this generation of false kings is extraordinary. Seeing it today, it is indeed quite interesting."

"But I really didn't expect you to seek death."

In the pale mist, Julius's lips curled up faintly. "You could have taken advantage of the chaos just now and escaped. That was your only chance of survival."

"You're the one looking for death, aren't you?" Roy sneered disdainfully.

Roy narrowed his eyes, his gaze dark. "Even if you can hold off the three high-ranking warriors for a while, you'll never be able to leave White Harbor. From the moment you attacked in White Harbor, you were already dead."

"unless......"

Julius interrupted with a sneer: "Unless I run away now?"

"Haha, do you really think that the servants of the god of death are afraid of death?"

"joke!"

"If I can offer the blood of the Angel to Lord Death, what does it matter if my School of the Undead is extinct?!"

Noticing Roy's expression change, Julius smiled even more happily: "Oh, you care about her a lot."

"Alas, I heard that this generation's false king's blood is a bit tricky. I originally planned to deal with the [Angel] first, but who would have thought that you, a guard, would be so competent..."

"Haha, maybe this is also a kind of fate."

Julius lamented poetically, yet made no secret of his sarcasm, saying sarcastically, "The [False King] and the [Angel], the Saint and her guard, walking together into eternal silence, dedicating themselves to death. Isn't that a kind of romance?"

"This way, you can be together forever, right?"

The next moment, Julius's eyes narrowed.

Without the need for a magic circle, countless undead hands emerged from the ground, rushing towards Roy like an impenetrable array of spear tips.

The young man twisted and turned at an extremely tricky angle, turning into a flower in the mirror and a moon in the water, and passed through the encirclement through a gap that ordinary people could not even notice.

Then, the upper ghoul roared and attacked the boy head-on with its corrosive claws.

"Be careful! The corrosive magic is enough to melt your dragon scales!" Visalia couldn't help but exclaim.

But Roy, who had already known this, was not afraid at all and instead of retreating, he advanced.

There was no way he would give the zombies a chance to succeed.

The flying sword is thrown.

Roy's figure instantly fell into the chest of the zombie with the flying sword, and pointed the Pure Water Spear in his hand.

The pure water light penetrated the ghoul's head without any hindrance.

Another ghoul took advantage of the chaos to launch a sneak attack, but saw the spear turned into a huge scarlet axe surrounded by blood, and suddenly rose up from bottom to top.

The extraordinary blood mixed with [Blood Magic] and [Pure Water], under the condensed explosion of [Iron Blood], was like a high-pressure blow, shattering the upper body of the ghoul in one blow.

Thousands of undead soldiers rushed forward to protect Julius, and Visalia and others also woke up from their dreams.

"Assist the Saint Guard!"

The knights raised their swords high, followed Roy's footsteps, and fought with the soldiers.

The young man's sword was like a clarion call for counterattack. Inspired by his bravery, even the terrifying zombies no longer seemed formidable.

Even a Sequence 6 would find it difficult to resist the reunion of thousands of knights, and even a Sequence 5 wouldn't dare to be careless. Not to mention that there were already many Sequence 6 masters in the team.

However, Julius raised his hand again, and countless huge bone thorns rose from the ground, swallowing up the undead and knights without distinguishing between friend and foe.

For a moment, blood flowed like a river, dyeing the frost red.

High-level undead spell [Thorns of Thorns].

A single blow shattered the knights' reunion and forced them back to the vicinity of the church once more.

However, Julius was stunned at this moment.

No matter how many mortals he killed, it would not stir up any emotion in his heart. No one would get excited about stepping on an ant.

But he couldn't find the blood of the false king.

Did he escape during the chaos? Or...

The next moment, Julius turned around sharply.

The black-haired boy had already taken a stance to draw his sword and strike, his left eye burning with the hot golden red light from the phoenix.

Got it.

The biggest weakness of the [School of the Undead] is close combat. Even a high-level one might not be able to deliver a full-strength attack at close range with the Blade of the Former King...?!

However, just as he was about to draw his sword, he saw a pitch-black skull in the old man's hand.

An unprecedented sense of crisis was roaring wildly in Roy's mind.

It was an instinctive fear of death that had never appeared before.

The terrifying atmosphere far exceeds any previous desperate situation.