The priest held his chin with his left hand: "You seem a little different from them."
A black shadow came out of the darkness. Apart from having no racial characteristics, it was not much different from humans. It wore a black armor and a helmet, but the mask had not been put down. The complexion of its face was pale, and its expression was stiff and lifeless. .
The monster's voice seemed to be stuck, and he spat out words intermittently: "You...are not...the person...the Lord...is looking for..."
"So," the priest sitting on the steps slowly stood up straight, still holding the book in his hand, "what is your purpose of hiding in this city?"
"This is...the Lord's...oracle."
The mask was fastened, covering its appearance.
The priest flipped his wrist, inserted the revolver back into the holster on his waist, stared at the monster, and said coldly: "Your master and my master seem to be in conflict. Should I knock your brains out?"
A strong wind swept through, the priest's robes flew, his footsteps slid down the steps, and his fist as big as a casserole hit the monster's head directly!
boom!
The monster's faceplate was hit hard and its body flew backwards, followed closely by the priest. He didn't seem to want the angel of Lateran at all. His movements were rough and bold, and he was more proficient in close combat than marksmanship and spells.
Zofia, who was hiding in the church at this time, sneaked to the door and happened to see Father Vasily beating the monster. She couldn't help but stare. The priest who usually seemed to have a gentle personality had such a rough side. She had never heard that he was a monster. A fighter.
"Auntie, be careful!"
Maria suddenly shouted, and at some point, a shaky figure came not far away. When he saw Zofia, he rushed towards her.
Zofia was once a competitive knight and Maria's swordsmanship instructor. She had not given up her skills yet. When she heard her niece exclaiming, her body reacted instinctively. She pressed her right hand on her belt and pulled out a sword with a whoosh. The thin and long soft sword was drawn towards the black shadow with a backhand.
The soft sword cut through the air, making a harsh sound, and struck the enemy, leaving a long and narrow scar.
An ordinary person would probably stop moving after being injured, but instead of retreating, this black figure rushed forward with more radical movements, waving his hands and grabbing Zofia's neck.
Zofia was startled, and her movements slowed down. It was already too late to hide again.
Suddenly, a short stick stretched out from her right side and stabbed the monster's throat. The force was not strong, but it knocked the enemy directly to the ground.
"Thanks……"
Zofia was just about to say thank you, but when she turned around, she found that the person who was reviewing and assisting was a girl of the same race with a high ponytail. Her cold potential face and long silver-white hair exuded a breathtaking beauty.
She had a disgusting aura on her body, and Zofia instinctively refused to communicate with her.
Such people are not uncommon in Casimir.
The assassin of the Unarmed Alliance.
Being able to appear here shows that the rank of this assassin lady is not low.
"Thanks."
Zofia tried her best to squeeze out a thank you from her throat. Even if she was an assassin from the Unarmed Alliance, she didn't want to show a hostile side, at least it wasn't the time yet.
The girl with silver hair and ponytail said nothing, turned around and left with the stick in hand, as if she had done an insignificant thing.
During this gap, more black figures gathered around and rushed into the church, as if something was attracting them here.
Screams came from deep inside the church, and it sounded like someone had been murdered.
Zofia immediately turned back to La Maria. It was no longer safe here and they had to leave as soon as possible.
boom!
The door of the church collapsed, and an embarrassed figure broke through the door and flew in from the outside.
"Father Vasily?!"
Zofia was so frightened that the priest who had the upper hand a few minutes ago was actually beaten in.
The priest's clerical uniform was in tatters and had many gaps. He wiped the corners of his mouth and stood up like a carp.
"It's nothing serious. Angels' bodies are much tougher than you think."
Stab.
Vasily's whole body was full of solid muscles, and when he suddenly exerted force, the priest's uniform that wrapped his body was torn and turned into thin strips of cloth.
Zofia was stunned for two seconds, feeling that the style of painting was not quite right.
It's not like she has never seen angels from Rutland. Most of them are handsome men and beautiful women. The male angels are handsome and have a well-proportioned figure. They can debut and become idols casually, causing women of all ages to scream in unison, especially the female angels. There are all kinds of styles, bold and bold female heroes, graceful urban beauties, and humorous exotic ladies.
But Father Vasily's appearance, if it weren't for the holy halo of light above his head and the white wings on his back, it would be hard to believe that he was an angel.
"Ms. Zofia, if you have time in the future, I would like to introduce you to an angel lady. She is so strong that she can kill a cow with one punch."
The priest raised his hands, swung his thick arms back, lowered his waist, and rushed forward, even pulling out afterimages.
Is this still human?
Zofia didn't have time to think too much and quickly found her niece who was still hiding in the shadows. The girl was trembling with fear.
"Maria, can you still move?"
"Aunt," Maria looked nervous, "My legs seem to be cramped and I can't move!"
She slapped her legs hard, as Kuranta's tough body part did not obey her orders at this time. The girl blushed and beat her legs hard, but she felt nothing.
Zofia's heart sank, and she realized that this was a stress reaction. She did not do a good warm-up exercise in the competitive arena, or was too nervous. Similar things often happen. According to past experience, as long as you wait a little longer, your body will recover on its own. , but is there still time now?
Maria's face turned pale and she tried her best to say, "How about you hide first, aunt? I'll be fine here."
"No, I can't leave you alone. I am your aunt and it is my responsibility to take care of you."
Zofia had no intention of leaving her niece and running away alone. If she did, even if she could survive today, she would not have the shame to see Margaret again in the future, and she would not be able to bear the emblem of the Linguang family.
Shaking the soft sword in his hand, the sharp blade cut the throat of a monster, and dark red blood flowed along the sword body.
"Maria, don't cover your eyes, let alone close them. Members of the Linguang family are born to be knights galloping on the battlefield!"
"aunt……"
Zofia was about to say something more when she saw a white figure lightly climbing over the rows of benches in front of her. It was the assassin from the Unarmed Alliance who had helped before.
She was seen waving the short stick in her hand, constantly taking advantage of the terrain to defeat the monsters that got into the church.
Platinum did a beautiful backflip, put his feet on the backs of two rows of benches, stretched out his short stick and hit the monster on the head, causing the enemy to fall down.
