The old knight stood up, pulled down his hood to cover his face and said to the falcon:

"Take care of them, and I'll deal with the rest of the trouble."

He whistled and let the tall red war horse charge into the camp. Without slowing down, he grabbed the horse's reins and turned over. He stepped through the burning camp and rushed towards the narrow path of the filthy swamp.

The fire burned behind him, lengthening the figure of the old knight.

As he got closer to the battlefield of the vampires, the great sword behind him, with a handle and decoration made of sacred white oak, began to buzz strangely.

"Well, you can also feel the evil spirits in front of you, which is great."

The White Oak Chapter Master felt the enthusiasm rising from the weapon, and he said hoarsely:

"Since the fall of the old religion, you haven't been so active for a while. Are you still remembering the shame that the Blood Vulture left you? That's right!

I'm very angry now!

Sacrifice the eternal silence of vampires and a woodland revenge, Holy Blade, please help me."

The hum of the oak sword wrapped in worn sword cloth turned into the strange howl of the forest wind, causing the surrounding trees to tremble and make way for the knight who was riding forward.

The vines receded, the branches lifted, and the branches tilted, as if they were responding to the charge of the old knight getting closer and closer to the battlefield, and the harsh sword sound seemed to be a response, but also seemed to be shouting and urging.

Finally, he saw the Midnight Hunters retreating in the darkness in front of him.

Those disgusting scarlet ghosts are retreating in the dazzling night sunlight. They are protected by the night and think they can still escape.

How naive!

"retreat!"

Miss Femis slammed the dark psychic lightning in her hand at the only three gun-wielding soldiers left in front.

The hunters under her command suffered heavy losses due to the obstruction of those damn psionicists. Although they also killed four times their number of human soldiers and witch hunters, they realized that the transport team's truck had already

After leaving, the eldest lady knew that there was no point in staying here and continuing to fight.

It's not impossible to kill the high-level psychic master of the Ring Tower.

But it makes no sense!

If they kill one here, the Ring Tower will send three more. As the base camp of psionic users in the human world, no one knows how many psionic masters are ready to go in the Ring Tower.

Human learning ability is terrifying.

The lives of these short-lived species are like miserable fireworks, but their growth rate makes every vampire, no, every extraordinary creature feel jealous.

The eldest lady has ordered a retreat.

The Midnight Hunters, who had injured more than ten hunters, retreated decisively. They had an absolute speed advantage, and the opponent's pursuit power was already dead.

They wanted to leave but no one could stop them.

But when these vampires turned back, they saw that the Smuggler's Woodland, which had been peaceful just now, had instantly transformed into a "maze" full of malice.

The vines flew like snakes and surged up the tree crown, dragging the flying hunters into the forest, while the shadowy trees on the ground reflected unsettling lines.

They are trapped.

Then the blue-green fire suddenly rose up and turned into a falling sword in the darkness, splitting the Midnight Hunter in two who couldn't dodge.

In the wind as the red horse galloped past carrying its knight, the chopped-off Midnight Hunter screamed and turned into ignited rotten wood, flickering and dancing with scarlet embers, and finally dissipated in the howling forest.

This scene made Miss Femis' blood-red pupils shrink instantly.

That was an elite midnight hunter who was heading towards the silver level. How could he be killed so easily with one blow? He didn't even have a chance to recover or escape.

Who is coming?

And that weird sword!

What is that?

The old knight who came on horseback seemed to feel the surprise of the young lady suspended in the air. When he slashed and burned a midnight hunter with his sword again, he raised his head among the scattered embers.

There is no longer worry and weakness in the old man's eyes, instead there is a sharp and cold life-threatening gaze.

"The Saint of the Old Faith, the Lord of Oak, and the White Knight Commander Finoch Lawson salute the Blood Vulture! The eternal death knell has tolled! Evil spirits, repent."

He shouted this.

The oak holy blade burning with purifying fire casually waved, and the vampire who was sneaking up from behind was cut down with a sword. Even more dazzling crimson embers exploded, allowing the eldest lady to turn around and flee without any hesitation or even any response.

She had heard of the name, ever since she was very young.

Oak Knight Finnock, one of the three apostolic saints of the old religion, is in the golden rank!

Damn it!

This human monster who is at least 200 years old should not be here at all!
Chapter completed!