"There are more and more of these guys..." The city guard chief drew his long sword from the mouth of the dead rebels. He muttered as he looked at the situation in the lobby, blocking the weapon that was coming to his face with the long sword in his hand. The middle-aged man knocked down his former companion. Before he could make up for a knife, the long sword in his hand had already been sent to the ribs of another traitor beside him, who had just stabbed the long sword in his hand into the chest of a city guard.︽

Before he could draw out the long sword, the city guard felt his legs being held. He looked down and saw that the rebels who had just been knocked down were now holding his legs tightly, "Go to die! The pseudo-god's lackey!" An evil cultivator holding a short sickle rushed over. The city guard who abandoned the sword with both hands grabbed the evil cultivator's right hand holding the sickle, and punched the opponent in the neck with his right hand. He directly put down his opponent with a punch with a hard shell with a plate armor glove.

After catching the short sickle of the farm, the city guard captained the hair of the rebels who were holding his right hand, and held the sickle in his left hand and directly cut off the alienated head, and then threw away the blasphemy skull that had already begun to grow horns on the head.

Pushing away the corpse, the chief guard turned around and drew his sword from the murderer and victim's ribs. The corpse was taken to the ground. He looked around and the rebels had rushed into the lobby and occupied a small part of the area. Almost all of his colleagues fighting on the front line were in a situation of being attacked.

His area was divided, and the rebels consciously used their number to compress the defense area of ​​the city guards.

"All those who can still walk will retreat to the second floor!" In the end, the city guards chose to go upstairs - in this case, even if the lobby was filled with rebels, these guys had to rely on a stair that could only squeeze up to two people at most: "Quick! Control the stairs!"

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When Marceau heard that the city guard commander chose to retreat, he happened to kill a rebel. The cat turned around and rushed towards the stairs, chopped several rebels along the way. The cat who came to the entrance of the stairs swung his sword to disperse several evil believers. The city guards who were cut down by their knives had a hole in their necks. In this case, the cat could only drag him behind him and handed over to his city guard companions to deal with it.

Turning around, swaying a knife to cut down a rushing rebel, watching its alienated head slash through the air and fall into dust, and scaring away the evil people with facts. After the cat turned around, he found that the injured city guard had died. The city guard who had just rushed over and wanted to take over was crushed to the ground by several rebels, and one of the guys had stabbed the dagger into his chest.

"There are more and more damn guys." Marceau sideways and lets the sword that has been stabbed by the sword, blocking the sword that has been stabbed with a long sword. The cat turned back and gave way to another short axe. Looking at the rebels who were surrounded by the rebels, when the cat was about to retreat up the stairs, a harsh scream suddenly came from outside the gate. Then the cat heard the shout from Eliuk on the second floor: "It's a combat boat! They sprinkled high-energy holy water! Many evil demons and rebels are dying!"

"Good news! But it's not good for the battle here!" As soon as Marceau finished speaking, the ceiling next to him was smashed by heavy objects, and a pure white metal box fell beside the cat. The next second the metal box began to start, and a pure white halo spread out from the area where it was located. This is a "Hallo" magic, a level 5 divine art of a priest, which can sanctify the target area.

This is completely harmless to ordinary people, including cats. But it is extremely deadly for rebels and evil believers. Marceau watched with his own eyes the rebels in front of him start to burn, and these guys who were throwing into chaos and evil can no longer be considered ordinary people. Because of this, the members of the army of these secret guardians were soon burned out by the holy flames and left only their ugly and alienated skulls.

Marceau looked up and found that if the falling iron lump was a little higher, he was afraid that the cat would have to miss all the next battles today because it was crushed by the metal box.

After a while, the hotel's door was pushed open again, and Marceau looked at Lily appearing in front of the door. The latter glanced at the situation in the lobby: "I seem to be late."

"No, Mrs. Lily, being late is better than not coming." After the city guard said, he looked at the few subordinates in the lobby who could stand still and sighed: "This is really a nightmare night, Mrs. Lily. What is going on? Can you tell me the reason for all this?"

"It's a long story, but I think your subordinates want to get treatment more than the truth you want." Mrs. Lily smiled and said, "After turning to the door, letting the priests behind her walk into the hotel lobby.

The city guard sighed, and the silent middle-aged man walked to the bar counter to pick a chair and sat down. He took out a wrinkled leather bag from the lining of the leather armor, and then took out a long cigarette gun from the shoulder bag on his waist. He used the tobacco in the bag to roll a cigarette for himself. The city guard who swept a cigarette for himself was clattering and smoking.

Lily walked directly to Marceau, and the lady in the mouth of the city guard chief smiled at the cat: "The witch hunter of the Arcane Brotherhood is positioning the fallen city lord, how about it, Marceau, do you want to confirm the death of this guy with your own eyes?"

"He's dead, right?" asked Marceau.

"If its evil Lord God did not end in person, I can guarantee that his life has begun to count down."

Since Madam Lily's promise, Massau thought for a while and finally shook his head: "Since that's the case, I'd better not go. After all, I don't like to let myself attend a villain's funeral."

In response to this decision, Mrs. Lily smiled and nodded: "Since that's the case, Marceau, there is a big man who needs to meet you, please come with me."

Since the big guy had an appointment, Marceau didn't dare not go, but the matter here obviously couldn't relieve the cat, so he pointed to Yang who ran down from the second floor: "Where are my companions."

"Our troops will advance to this area soon, and now the location of the entire hotel has been sanctuated. What else do you have to worry about?" Mrs. Lily asked back.

The cat was speechless and could only gather his teammates. After explaining his situation, he was about to follow Mrs. Lily, but the lady spoke again: "By the way, Marceau, who followed you to kill all the evil people in the church."

"Yang, an anonymous paladin." Marceau pointed at Yang and replied--there is no need to hide this question. Marceau naturally pointed at Yang and replied.

"Very good, come on both of you." After saying that, Mrs. Lily turned around and took steps: "Hurry up, we can't let that adult wait too long."

When passing by the city guard commander, the middle-aged uncle called Marceau and Yang: "Did you kill those guys in the Goddess of Wealth?"

"Yes, those guys held evil gatherings in the temple of the Goddess of Wealth. Out of self-protection, I and my friends fought out a bloody path through divine art and my hands." Marceau answered truthfully.

"This is the first time I have been in a city guard that I have faced a tragedy murderer but cannot make a decision to arrest him..." After a slap of smoke, the city guard waved to the cat cub and Yang, indicating that the two could leave, he nodded to the cat cub and Yang: "Good job, Marceau, before today, I have never cheered for a murderer... You made me a difference."

"You are so kind. The world is so big that we mortals are just struggling to survive." Marceau bowed his head to the city guard chief.

"Yes... By the way, and you, the cute grassland elf lady, goodbye, you can accept your judgment, those evil people will not complain any more." The city guard captain turned to Yang with a smile.

"I am really sorry for your praise. Goodbye, Lord City Guard." Yang nodded with a smile, then followed Marceau out of the hotel. (To be continued, please search for Astronomy, novels are better, updated and faster!

PS: The ship n summer job has been completed, and I am quite helpless after e5 graduated before e4. Have you seen nearly 50 moves into the ditch in a whole morning? Have you seen that you can get into 3 r points in a row if you don’t count? But in the end, it’s a pleasure. If any readers have not passed, please work hard.

PS2: The OST fryer of the Wizard 3 sounds nice! Geralt, the most cowardly witch hunter in history, has a wonderful time (?)!

ps3: The wolf sect master who can be bitten to death by several wild dogs...
Chapter completed!