The descent of the God of Darkness was bound to bring disaster, and this was recorded in ancient texts.

When he was born, the Blessed Continent was plunged into darkness. Countless intelligent creatures died, and the undead wandered around the continent, unable to sleep. Plagues ran rampant, and light could not stay in such a world.

This text was passed down as a myth during the reign of the dragons, and in recent years, it had been questioned by many scholars.

Some scholars believed that the God of Darkness didn't have that many abilities. He might be able to bring about darkness, but it was the Death God who brought about the deaths and injuries. The Plague God could be blamed for the rampant plague. These were all the God of Darkness's underlings, so it wasn't right to blame everything on the God of Darkness.

If these scholars were all in Randal City right now, it would be a collective slap in the face.

Because after the new God of Darkness Seer left, Randal was truly in a state of total darkness. Before he left, he stabbed a hole in the sky, and the dark void poured down in torrents. Previously, the guards, the Holy Knights, and the combatants from other races who came to help rushed to the church and finally sent all the wounded and civilians (including an unconscious Icelandic Lord) into the church. They even thought that they had done a good job. Just when the disaster was about to pass, the God of Darkness made a big move, and their efforts on the other side became a joke.

The Randal Cathedral was huge, and could almost be considered a castle. The people prayed and begged inside, and after they calmed down a little, they heard a creaking sound coming from the dome, which made their teeth ache.

In the next second, the dome shattered, and endless darkness rushed in.

Saintess Eyre was very busy, and the corners of her holy robe were covered in mud, which was brought by the refugees.

There were already many wounded, and they were injured by the undead and ghosts. If they were not treated in time, they would easily be infected and die. Eyre sent many priests to treat them, and the situation became much better. Just as she thought that she could breathe a sigh of relief, the situation took a turn for the worse.

"Bishop!

Archbishop!

Activate the Holy Shield!

Level 1 Defense! "

As she shouted, Eyre ran out of the main hall. The Archbishop was holding a staff in his hand, and was activating the Cathedral's Protective Shield with the First Elder, whom he disliked for many years.

Although the Pope and the Council of Elders fought each other every day, and nine out of ten sentences were full of sarcasm, and recently, the Pope took the opportunity to "win over" the Saintess, which made the First Elder very angry, and he secretly scolded Eyre several times, "Eyre is a heartless child." However, they were facing a great enemy, and they would not fall into chaos at this time.

Ai Er heard the two old men who were over fifty years old scolding each other as they worked together. Perhaps it was because they had been scolding each other for so many years that they had developed a tacit understanding of each other. There was actually no mistake.

"Fortunately, this is the inner room. There are no outsiders around." Ai Er thought to himself as he walked out, leaving the two old men alone.

As soon as he stepped out of the door, he saw two intermediate Holy Knights carrying a stretcher inside. They walked in a hurry, as if the person they were carrying was dead.

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. Eyre took a closer look and found that the dead guy on the stretcher was absorbing the darkness around him.

… It was more effective than the Elemental Purifier invented by the Gnomes.

"This is …?"

When the two intermediate Holy Knights saw their Saintess, they were so excited that they couldn't even speak. Normally, intermediate Holy Knights like them wouldn't even be able to enter Commander Gale's team, let alone get close to the Saintess, such a big figure.

This time, they were chosen because of their good looks, and they were going to fight for the honor of the humans in the Fighting Conference.

The Illuminati did not like to do those things, and they usually did not have a so-called honor guard, so they were chosen this time.

But now that things had turned out like this, what was the use of looks?

The two Holy Knights had seen all kinds of changes in the Fighting Conference, and they also saw the God of Darkness with their own eyes. But because they were not strong enough, they could only see a human figure wrapped in a black shadow. Now, they were obviously mentally unstable, and they talked nonsense for a while before they could explain the situation clearly, "This is the Ice Lord, the great demon beside the Demon King!

But he was attacked by the God of Darkness!

His Highness the Pope asked us to bring him back for treatment! "

Eyre was speechless.

So … His Highness the Pope asked you to bring him back for treatment?

What treatment?

Do you need to use some light magic?

The Saintess, who had always been smart and quick-witted, was a little confused, but seeing the two Holy Knights still looking at her with expectant eyes, she calmly nodded and said, "Move him to the center of the hall, that is the best treatment."

Although the Ice Lord was injured and unconscious, his body could still instinctively absorb the surrounding dark elements. This should be a way for demons to save themselves, right?

And Eyre also felt that in the few minutes she spoke, the hideous wound on the Ice Lord's chest seemed to have become smaller.

This was to help the Ice Lord, not to use him to absorb the dark elements in the church.

Eyre nodded in her heart: When this matter is over, I still have to collect the corresponding fees from the Ice Lord.

Then she told the two Holy Knights not to run around, and to guard the Ice Lord. She also told them not to let anyone disturb the Ice Lord's "self-healing", and to look for her if anything happened.

The two Holy Knights felt that they had received a very difficult task. After all, they were now guarding the Demon Lord!

As Holy Knights, they had to do this kind of thing. Didn't this show how great their sacrifice was?

Moreover, the people in the hall would be enemies. The surrounding civilians, the Holy Knights, and the priests walking back and forth. From their standpoint, they should hate the Ice Lord very much.

On one hand, it was the orders of His Highness the Pope and the Saintess, and on the other hand, it was their own companions and compatriots. How should they choose?

As Holy Knights, of course they had to obey orders!

This, this, this, wasn't this the contradiction between the belief in one's heart and the disapproval of the outside world?

↑ The two young Holy Knights who had been reading popular novels and listening to the stories of bards all year round were already dizzy.

In the end, when they had mentally prepared themselves, they found that the Ice Lord was absorbing the dark elements at a very fast speed, and it was becoming more and more obvious. Therefore, the surrounding civilians and nobles who were taking refuge not only did not come forward to make things difficult, but also prayed to the Ice Lord.

"Save us …"

"The God of Light hasn't given up on his believers!"

"Her Highness the Saintess just came!

I saw it!

This must be a great god that her Highness the Saintess invited! "

The two Holy Knights who had read too many popular novels and did not understand the plot: …

No, no, look clearly!

This guy is a demon!

Can you still be considered believers of the God of Light like this?!

The situation at the arena was even more tragic than the church. The black waves had directly turned the arena, a building with a long history, into ruins. Fortunately, the audience had already been pushed out of the arena, so no one was crushed by the damaged wall.

Roschinke stood at the highest point, but he was also covered in dust.

However, he had always been good at showing off, and the dark elements on his body did not affect his cold image. On the contrary, it was quite suitable.

"You should know that this can't hurt me," Your Majesty The Demon King said coldly.

Seur, who used to be the Lord Of The Deep and was now the God of Darkness, smiled indifferently. "That's why I wasn't targeting you in the first place, Your Majesty."

Looking down, the arena was already in such a mess that it was impossible to see where Xu Jun was now.

Pope Decca was commanding his knights to rescue him, and the Emperor of the Golden Banner was still around the arena. No one knew whether he was dead or alive.

"Goodbye." Seur, the God of Darkness, nodded slightly to Roschinke, and then left.

Your Majesty The Demon King did not even know that this guy who was always smiling could be so serious.

It was really not used to.

The other party had ambushed the Ice Lord Vize, and then left after making a big fuss. This was an embarrassing thing for the leaders of any race present.

However, they could only put down their pride and beg him to leave quickly, because no one wanted to fight with him on their home ground.

Even the Orc Shaman and the Mermaid Priest and the two Elven Elders were temporarily on the same side as the humans. Everyone might not have a good relationship with each other, but when faced with this kind of opponent that they could not defeat with the strength of a single race, they still subconsciously joined forces.

And even if they really wanted to attack the God of Darkness … the Serpentis and the other three races under his command would have to be the strongest humans and Illuminati. When the time came, they would just be a group of followers.

Since they had to rely on the humans when the time came, how could they let the humans' main city suffer?

Although it was already a disaster. _ (: 3,∠) _

They crawled out from the broken wall and pulled each other while looking worriedly at the sky.

The Demon King and the God of Darkness seemed to still be confronting each other. They did not care, but the God of Darkness seemed to be the subordinate of the Demon King, one of the four lords. Now that he suddenly rebelled and had a higher status than the Demon King, would the Demon King be able to take such a heavy blow?

It would be fine if this Demon King was a person with deep thoughts and good patience. However, this fellow was clearly even more petty than a young brat. Just look at how many times Xu Jun had come looking for him even though he had only provoked him for a short while!

With that thought in mind, everyone watched as the God of Darkness turned around and left, taking away his subordinates — the first priest of the Sea Serpent Clan who had a broken leg, as well as the shamans of the other three clans.

And the Demon King let him go just like that.

Everyone let out a long breath and saw the Demon King land on the ground and pick up a person.

"Xu Jun?

Xu Jun, can you stand up? "

As he asked this, he picked up Hero, who was saying, "I can stand, but what are you doing?" He was even carrying him like a princess.

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The author has something to say: The Ice Lord woke up in the church and saw a group of people praying to him. "God of Light, please protect us …"

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