The monster's signature goat-like face almost confirmed its identity.

As soon as the Demon appeared, it immediately cast its gaze upon the Priest in a worn vestment robe closest to it.

It was unclear whether his mind was enchanted or if he truly believed this was how the "Holy Son" should look, as he continued to worship feverishly.

"Faithful human, your prayers have been answered—the Holy Son has descended."

On the Demon's goat face, there appeared a touch of human-like sarcasm: "In return, I shall also grant you the identity of an 'Apostle'."

The Demon extended a long, sharp finger that resembled a dagger, and pointed it at the Priest's forehead. The next moment, the Demon's colossal body transformed into a black storm and swept into the Priest's forehead.

The Priest slowly rose from the ground, patting the bloodstains and filth off his knees, and spoke to the crowd in a breezy tone.

"Have you all enjoyed the show enough?"

"Hoo—"

As soon as he spoke, the others suddenly felt as though an invisible restraint was lifted, allowing them to take deep breaths.

Someone stammered: "He... he entered that heretical Priest's body?"

Hans murmured: "Demon-Blocking Golden Arrow!"

Having anticipated that the enemy might possess extraordinary power, the soldiers of the Royal Knight Order naturally carried Demon-Blocking Golden Arrows.

Two soldiers raised their crossbows, loaded the arrows, drew the strings, aimed, and pulled the trigger.

The actions flowed smoothly, completing in one swift motion.

Two crossbow arrows shot out.

The Priest's form gently flickered and appeared atop a stone pillar, broken in half.

His demeanor was elegant, like a cat playing with a mouse, calm and unhurried, as the wide, worn vestment robe fluttered in the wind.

"Oh, frail humans, even with such dangerous weapons, you are not capable of harming me."

"I originally intended to spare you, why must you insist on going against me?"

Hans signaled for the soldiers behind him to withdraw, but none of them moved.

He gritted his teeth, cursing: "You can't keep up with its movements, staying here is just causing me trouble, do you understand?"

"And you?"

The faces of the soldiers were filled with fear, but they forced themselves to remain calm, gripping the Demon-blocking Gold Weapons that were said to be able to harm the Demon.

"Stop arguing, all of you stay."

With a smile, the Priest opened his hands, and in the square, those who had lost their lives the moment the Demon descended suddenly opened their pale eyes.

The next moment, they surged towards the group like a tidal wave.

The Priest watched this scene with a smile on his face.

He was very cautious—since human weapons could potentially harm him, even if he was confident, he would never give them the chance to get close.

The limbs of the deceased twisted, corrupted by the Priest's evil magic power, undergoing mutations. Some even faced upwards, crawling rapidly on the ground like spiders.

Others, like toads, produced large bumps on their skin, with hind legs becoming extremely robust, leaping tens of meters into the air.

Hans looked back at the others behind him, seeing their faces filled with terror, just drawing crosses on their chests without anyone turning to flee, and he sighed quietly.

He shouted: "Circle formation!"

Nearly twenty Knights and soldiers immediately formed into position.

They took a deep breath, lowered their visors, and aligned the Kite Shields in front of them.

The enemy drew closer.

The soldiers in the first row swung their Demon-Blocking Golden Swords down, and with a loud bang, the Demon-Blocking Gold cut into the bodies without obstruction, the deceased instantly exploding into a massive cloud of bright red ash.

It was like fireworks blooming.

The scattered sparks, however, carried no sense of heat.

The Priest watched this slaughter with a smile, for the human world was richer in beauty than the dull abyss, particularly captivated by the intense emotions humans exuded in battle.

Courage, fervor, cowardice, fear, pain, despair...

"Truly wonderful."

More and more deceased charged forward successively.

Bang—

A toad-like deceased knocked over two shields.

The shield wall had a breach.

A Knight was dragged away by the deceased, which seemed to retain a certain wisdom, flipping open his visor as claws became sharp and pierced his eyes.

The Knight let out a brutal scream.

Hans' face showed a moment of savagery.

"Mind the gap in my position."

He shouted.

Then, at the moment he knocked away a deceased with his shield, he took broad strides and charged into the enemy ranks, sparks flying, no deceased could stand against him for a single round.

Behind, a soldier quickly filled the gap left by his departure.

Hans reached the Knight who was dragged away, grabbed his ankle intending to drag him back, but more and more deceased pounced, he swung his sword to attack, but couldn't kill them all.

In the blink of an eye, the Knight's screams ceased abruptly.

Hans recalled what he once told him in the corridor, "don't let your wife just lose a child, then lose a husband," and his gaze turned fiercer.

He took big strides towards the Priest, and as he ran, dense silvery-white hair grew on his face.

Considering the possibility of transformation, and since as a Heavy Armor Warrior template, his defense wasn't very reliant on armor for protection, he only wore an outer robe.

His muzzle extended forward, becoming narrow and sharp, and two rows of sharp fangs protruded beneath his lips.

Along with the cracking sound of growing joints, Hans' physique rapidly enlarged, bulging muscles tearing through the outer robe.

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