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

However, today the area around the church was shrouded in fog, and the usually busy port was closed due to the accident.

The believers were unable to pray and the dock workers had nothing to do.

However, this small disturbance did not affect the good mood of the people of White Harbor.

"Holy Light! Goddess bless you! Today is also a sunny and peaceful day!"

at the same time.

Within the fog.

The knights were already clashing with swords and spears.

At the instruction of their respective leaders, they regarded each other as heretics and no longer had any brotherly feelings.

But no matter how powerful the Knights Templar were or how well-equipped they were, they ultimately fell victim to White Harbor's numerical advantage.

Even through the illusion barrier, Simon, a high-level transcendent, could catch the fluctuations in the distance, and his expression became increasingly stiff.

"Do you really think they can defeat the Sword Master?"

"Boy, I know that guy better than you."

Theresa raised the corner of her mouth: "Besides, now is the time to worry about others?!"

[Holy Sister] Theresa, according to legend, soothes people's hearts, boosts morale, and heals wounds with her warm holy light, just like the Virgin Mary.

Although he was not a saint, he was canonized for his many sacred and beautiful deeds.

According to legend, she single-handedly purified those heretics who believed in demons and brought those lost souls to rest in peace.

However, the so-called rumors are often somewhat different from the truth.

Theresa did purify a lot of heretics, but she didn’t send them away to rest in peace.

But go to the west.

The nun crushed the ground with one foot, and the [Holy Light Condensed] surged. She swung a wolf-fang war hammer in her hand, and a casual strike was like a tidal wave!

Healing injuries is nothing more than a stereotypical influence of people.

As the most almighty of all supernatural powers, how could Holy Light be such an inconvenient thing?!

Maybe Theresa is not the best fighter among the [Six Heroes], but she is the one with the worst temper among the [Six Heroes].

Invisible wisdom was ultimately no match for the hammer that struck him. Simon retreated, casting a series of barriers: "Holy Sister!"

"Are you sure you want to fight me in the city and cause unnecessary...Pfft!"

Dozens of light barriers were penetrated by a single blow like thin paper, and the heavy hammer from the [Holy Sister] also successfully hit Simon, knocking him hundreds of meters away like a home run, causing further damage to the already dilapidated ruins.

"How dare you!"

Theresa exhaled hot, foul air, her cheeks flushed blue, and every blood vessel was swelling with a terrifying holy light.

"How many people in White Harbor have been killed for your bullshit plan?"

"Don't worry. The last attack was too sudden, but this time, the [Mist Barrier] I personally set up in advance will prevent our battle from affecting the town."

"So, you'd better grit your teeth." Theresa walked forward step by step, and every step was like a giant stepping in, making the earth wail.

"Boy, I've wanted to beat you up for a long time."

On the other side, White Harbor.

The gray-haired old man stood there as majestic as a mountain.

He hadn't moved a step, and his sword hadn't extended an inch, but his terrifying presence was already evident, with an invisible and sharp sword energy that shook the nerves of everyone present.

The Fierce Griffin roared ferociously, and the navy of the South China Sea became restless even though they were hiding under the warships and cannons.

They have an absolute advantage in low- and mid-level combat power, but the existence of the [Sword Saint] is enough to smooth it all out.

However, the leading [Iron Blood] Knight, despite this terrifying feeling of oppression, was the first to drop the griffin and saluted the other party with neither arrogance nor servility.

"Sir Sword Saint, it is an honor for every knight to meet you."

"However, we have no hostile intentions on this trip. We just want to have a chat with Her Majesty the Saint."

Leo replied indifferently: "The Saint does not belong to the Western Continent, nor to Lionheart."

Carl nodded: "Indeed."

"But she also doesn't belong to the church."

"Alice is my maid in the Ironblood household and my son's companion. As an elder, it doesn't seem unreasonable for me to want to have a chat with her."

After all, Carl was born into a noble family, so he knew a few polite words.

On this point, the Sword Master was not like Simon and could not give any reason to refuse.

But he doesn't need to give it.

"Young man, the torrent of fate cannot be resisted by human power. You can't, and neither can I. For your own sake, go back."

"They don't understand, but you, having experienced the cruelty of fate, should understand. Even a demigod cannot resist the torrent of destiny." Leo gazed deeply at Carl, his tone heavy, "A momentary passion will only lead to your own destruction."

There was silence for a moment, but only a moment.

Karl looked up and smiled: "On the contrary."

"Because of the cruelty I've experienced, I want to pursue different things even more."

The world after her is only darkness.

Until he appeared and lit up everything again.

No one knew whether Roy could go on, but Carl just stood by and watched, just like last time.

"Your Excellency, the Sword Saint, who has experienced the glory of fate, should understand."

For a moment, the past flickered like a candle.

Regardless of race, nationality, or power, everyone united to fight against the demons. The years were intertwined with glory and hope, and surpassed the era of suffering.

But after the glory, what remains are ultimately dirty ashes. After all hope has been burned, the tide of fate will eventually swallow up its slaves.

Leo never expected that after so many years, the forces of the Western Continent would put aside their prejudices and unite again.

But this time, he stood against them.

How ironic.

"In the end, the sword decides everything."

After a sigh, Leo's demeanor changed.

"You wouldn't be so foolish as to rely on six Sequence 5s to stop me, so you've secretly hidden a high-ranking one... well, he's unwilling to sacrifice himself, so he's probably just a projection."

"You created a flaw and gave him an opportunity to attack?"

Leo raised his chin, the humming of the sword lingering around him, and glanced at the crowd calmly: "Just you guys?"

Carl clenched his fist in the air and took out his mithril sword: "I'm willing to give it a try!"

Leo stopped talking.

In an instant, the holy sword was unsheathed, and the sky and the earth darkened.

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Just as a fierce battle broke out between the center of White Harbor and the harbor, a team of more than ten people somehow avoided the sentries of White Harbor and escorted a blonde girl in a white robe to the suburbs.

Levi, Aoloya, and Weisalia all breathed a sigh of relief at the same time.

Visalia said calmly, "Everyone, the Church has prepared an evacuation fleet in the southern town. All we need to do now is escort the Saint there."

That's right, Alice was not in White Harbor from beginning to end.

Whether it is the urban area or the port, they are too easy to be monitored and ambushed, so these two places have been baits to attract the opponent's combat power from the beginning.

"The untouchables of the Western Continent are so clueless and unintelligent, how could they possibly anticipate Lord Simon's plan?" Levi said disdainfully.

"How could they possibly have imagined that we would use the teleportation array to leave through the secret realm of the trial?!"

For a moment, all the guards smiled knowingly and showed contempt on their faces.

But just as they entered the canyon, huge rocks fell from behind with a loud bang, blocking their retreat.

And from the front, a rather helpless teasing voice was heard.

"Is it possible that you are not the only one with the teleportation array?"

At this moment, no matter Levi, Aoloya, Visalia, or anyone else among the guards, their faces changed drastically and their breathing was choked.

It was as if I saw a dead person.

Chapter 121 No More Obstacles

In the center of town, Simon, being ridden by Theresa and hammered repeatedly, yet constantly being healed by Holy Light, smiled with blood in his eyes: "Unfortunately, the Saint Lady is now safe."

"I must admit, being able to unite the various forces of the Western Continent to this extent is remarkable. But the one being held back is not the Sword Saint, but you!"

Unexpectedly, Theresa smiled even brighter than him when she heard this: "You are right, the Saint Lady is safe."

The next moment, Simon's smile completely froze.

Because, from outside the port and outside the city, a third extraordinary fluctuation came.

Among them, there was an aura that was particularly eye-catching.

That was the aura that shouldn't have appeared, it belonged to a deceased person.

port.

The iceberg rolled in, the storm roared, and the complicated purple magic circle weaved an illusory poisonous scorpion, but all of this was no match for a single sword.

The sword breaks all laws and cuts through the sky with one sword.

The absolute power turned into a line of destruction that cut through the iceberg, extinguished the storm, and shattered the illusory and complicated magic circle, causing a huge wave in the sea of ​​doomsday.

The six Sequence 5s dispatched by various forces were all mid-level transcendents who had experienced many battles. However, under the pressure of the [Sword Saint], they still had cold expressions and were suppressed to the point of being difficult to approach.

However, just as Leo raised his sword and was about to strike a second blow that was even more shocking than the previous one, his movements paused slightly and a look of surprise flashed in his eyes.

"That guy, hasn't he already...!"

It was only a flaw that lasted less than a second, but it was a rare and perfect flaw.

The [Iron Blood] Knight did not miss this opportunity, he unleashed his [Qi and Blood Condensation] with all his strength, and raised his hand to summon the scarlet magic sword!

at the same time.

In the wilderness outside White Harbor, there is a secret place where the Saints undergo trials.

The black-haired young man, who had been waiting for a long time, smiled leisurely: "Thank you for escorting the Saint Lady all the way. However, your mission has come to an end now that the proper guards have arrived."

Aoloya's face was full of uncertainty. "How is this possible? Hasn't he already been... resurrected by the cult?"

Visalia shook her head. "No, he didn't have the aura of a cult. And his body was definitely not found at the scene."

The Saint's Guard, the Blood of the False King, the knight who fought against the leader of the cult that day has returned safely.

Except for Levi who was gritting his teeth, everyone's kindness and respect were genuine.

This is something they should be happy about.

But the demands made by the other party did not make them happy at all.

"I'm sorry, Lord Roy, but the Archbishop has ordered that no one is allowed to kidnap the Saint. If you really miss her, you can come with us to the East Continent."

Visalia pleaded, "Please don't make things difficult for us."

Visalia had no hostility, but Roy couldn't help laughing at such a clear and foolish suggestion.

Good man, you not only failed to rescue the people but also want to make me pay for it. I was captured by you and taken to your base camp, right?

Roy asked calmly, "If your archbishop is a bastard who is willing to use a cult to harm innocent people to achieve his goals, will you still obey his orders?"

"what?"

"Forget it, you won't believe me if I say this."

The archbishop, who is favored by the Holy Light, treats the people of the Holy Light as grass and is so ruthless.

Without conclusive evidence, except for Charlotte and the others who had absolute trust in him, or Theresa who had long known some of the dark secrets of the church, this matter really sounded like a fairy tale.