"In the name of the Holy Saint, I order you to retreat!
Filthy creature!
Leave this holy land. This isn't a place you should come to, nor is it a place you should taint.
Retreat, perish, and perish!
The darkness of death shall end completely at this moment! "
Raising his arms high, Nora glared at the surging darkness in the distance and bellowed.
Under his guidance, the holy light in the sky became increasingly dazzling.
At this moment, the rage in Nora's heart was indescribable. Just like the others, he didn't expect the Demons to attack the White City in such an impossible way on this holy day.
But as a saint who had experienced countless battles, Nora wasn't as flabbergasted or flustered as the others. On the contrary, he cast the incomparably powerful 'Holy Radiance' spell at the first instance to repel the invasion of the darkness.
Soon, an unparalleled Divine Power condensed between Nora's hands and released a dazzling radiance.
Under the shroud of the brilliance, the dark clouds scattered quickly and the hellfire shrouded in the holy light became weak.
Once again, the sun shone through the clouds, illuminating the city before them.
And at the sight of it, the panicking clergies cheered as if they had found their backbone.
They gathered swiftly and took this opportunity to guide the believers to safety.
The others were ready for battle. Even though they weren't sure what method the Demons found to break the seal of rules in this land blessed by the gods and summon reinforcements from the underworld, they were certain that no ordinary person could pull it off.
Even the cultists on the main plane didn't have such capabilities. Only the powerful demon kings from the underworld could pull it off!
Even the cultists on the main plane didn't have such capabilities. Only the powerful demon kings from the underworld could pull it off!
And just as the holy light was about to achieve complete victory, all of a sudden, a voice filled with wrath and hatred sounded.
"Holy Church — Die!"
The voice was so loud that even the clerics felt as though their heads were hammered by something and they couldn't help but come to a halt.
On the other hand, the believers couldn't take it any longer. Many of them groaned and fainted upon hearing the furious roar.
However, this was only the beginning. Along with this furious roar, even the ground began to tremble.
Then, everyone was horrified to discover that near the teleportation beacon in the distance, a powerful undead storm was surging forward like a tsunami. It did not care about the powerful purification ability of the Holy Light at all. Instead, it was moving forward in a frenzy as if it wanted to engulf everything.
For a moment, the thick aura of death once again shrouded the city.
Looking at this scene, Nola's expression sank. It wasn't that he hadn't dealt with powerful undead creatures before, but it was his first time encountering one that was so fearless and powerful.
At this moment, Saint Nora also raised both of her hands without showing any mercy.
Then, he suddenly pushed it forward.
"God, please grant me a barrier to resist this evil and filthy blasphemy!!"
Along with Nola's snarl, a light barrier descended from above and blocked the white tower. The instant the light barrier descended, the mist of death whizzed over and crashed heavily onto it.
Boom!!!
The collision between the Holy Force and the Death Force created a powerful shockwave that spread to both sides. For a moment, everyone seemed to see a curtain of dark fireworks.
Even the sturdy ground couldn't withstand such a degree of attack. Cracks that were four to five meters wide spread from the point of impact, shattering roads, houses, and everything else along the way. The believers who couldn't escape in time didn't even have the time to wail. They collapsed to the ground and lost their breath under the shroud of the Mist of Death.
Not only that, but even the Holy White Tower trembled slightly from the powerful impact of the attack. In fact, there were even a few cracks on the pure white tower.
But this wasn't the end. The powerful impact from the collision swept across the surroundings, slicing the buildings along the way in half, before turning them into dust and vanishing into thin air.
The ice-cold chill of death spread in all directions, once again covering the city in a layer of incomparably cold, white frost.
This attack seemed to have split the entire White City into two.
The western part of the Mage tower was shrouded in gloomy clouds and the aura of death, while the other side of the white tower was shrouded in holy radiance.
The boundaries between black and white, life and death had never been displayed before everyone in such an obvious and unmistakable manner.
"What a powerful force."
Clenching his fists, Nola was startled. He didn't expect the enemy to be this powerful.
Even if the demon king of the underworld were to descend personally, Nola was confident that he could resist the attack.
But now, he actually couldn't withstand a single attack from the enemy?
One had to know that if he could withstand this attack, the white tower wouldn't be implicated at all.
But in fact, it was precisely because Nola failed to resist the attack that cracks appeared on the white tower.
At this thought, Nola couldn't help but lower his head and glance at his right hand.
In the center of his palm, he could vaguely see the dark aura of death.
Looking at this scene, Nola's expression changed slightly. Then, he let out a cold snort and the holy flames appeared in his hand once again, extinguishing the power of death completely.
Who exactly is he?
Through that exchange just now, Nuo La had already put away the contempt in his heart. That thick Death Energy, that violent and powerful strength, was not inferior to the few Demon Kings Nuo La had seen during the Second World War!
However, those demon kings weren't undead creatures. In fact, in Nola's memories, the two powerful undead demon kings that he had the deepest influence on were the Lich King and the Blood Queen.
However, the strength of this demon king was different from theirs. He wasn't as cunning and sinister as the Lich King, nor did he lack the terrifying, bloodthirsty aura of the Blood Queen.
On the contrary, it was like a tsunami crashing wave after wave that didn't allow one any chance to dodge. All one could do was to brace themselves and resist.
Who exactly is he?
"Nola …"
Just as Nora was deep in thought, the gloomy voice sounded again from the dark fog.
Shortly after, as though responding to the call, the dense aura of death dissipated quickly. Then, a figure walked out of the dark mist and appeared before Nola.
He was tall and sturdy, and he wore an incomparably shabby silver-white armor. The patterns on it had already been worn out beyond recognition, and it was practically impossible to discern his original appearance.
Beneath the skull-shaped helmet was a pair of scarlet eyes that flickered in a fiery radiance.
His tattered black cloak was casually draped behind him.
No matter from which angle one looked at it, this was the standard appearance of a demon king of darkness.
Except for the sword in his hand.
It was a sword made entirely of gold and was at least twice as long as an ordinary one-handed sword. There wasn't a scabbard and it was held in his hand just like that.
The sword, which was originally shining with a golden radiance, was now shrouded in a thick deathly aura. It was almost impossible to make out its original appearance. However, Nora's expression changed slightly when she saw the sword.
"Sun God's Sword. You are …"
"Nola …"
Upon hearing Nora's words, the Death Knight lifted his head and stared coldly at the Saint with his scarlet eyes, releasing an intense murderous intent.
"You and the Holy Church … must die!"
The show was about to begin.
Jenn shrugged helplessly as he listened to Klein's snarl.
It wasn't that Jenn was trying to pull a prank on purpose. Instead, after racking his brains for a long time, he realized that there was nothing else he could do. It was impossible for him to help Klein. Jenn couldn't wait for him to die in the hands of Saint Nola.
However, it was even more impossible for him to help the Holy Church. Putting aside the fact that the character that Jenn was playing didn't have any combat strength, even if he did, he couldn't find a reason to help the Holy Church.
In Jenn's opinion, all he had to do was to watch from the sidelines and reap the spoils later.
Of course, what concerned Jenn the most was Klein's backup plan.
It was impossible for the Nine Saints to sit back and watch. Even though Klein was causing a ruckus now, he would definitely be pulled out to be counted.
When that time came, what methods could Klein use to resist the combined attack of the Nine Saints?
Although his strength was unbelievably strong, it was a pity that he was an undead creature. His race was naturally weak and he couldn't avoid it even if he reached level 100.
From this point of view, Klein was even weaker than Nabelius.
At least Nabelius wouldn't suffer too much damage from an extreme holy spell.
But when the same spell was cast on Klein's body, it was a completely different matter.
Let me stay here and enjoy your wailing and crushing defeat.
With this form in mind, Jenn sat quietly in front of the window and looked at the battlefield in the distance.
The monastery he was in was behind the Holy White Tower.
In other words, even if Klein broke through Saint Nola's defense, this place wouldn't be attacked for a while. To Jenn, this was naturally the best place to watch the show.