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"Your Highness!"

"Evil Breaker!"

Blake and the dwarves exclaimed upon hearing that familiar voice.

Anita, who was guarding beside the Saintess, also spoke out, "Saintess, he is the leader of the Night Watchers—Kana."

"Aim at those cultists, attack!"

Abis on the white horse raised the scepter in her hand and shouted loudly.

With a wave of the wooden scepter,

black and red flames turned into an arrow and shot out, aiming at a cultist who seemed to possess considerable power.

Several elemental arrows of the earth shot out, followed by a barrage of magic missiles.

The sudden outpour of long-range magical attacks caught them off guard.

The cultists had just performed a ritual and hadn't yet recovered, exhausted emotionally and physically.

The assault rendered them completely unable to defend themselves.

Originally intending to attack, the scarlet minotaur was firmly gripped by countless hands transformed by magic, unable to pull free momentarily.

The glow of magic surrounded everyone continuously, as if attracted and absorbed by their weapons, bringing specks of blue starlight.

The widespread use of magic weapons.

"Leave the scarlet enemy to us, all dwarves, focus fire on those two disgusting monsters!"

Kana shouted the orders loudly.

Lurik swung his warhammer, aiming at the floating multi-armed fleshball monster above.

He flew towards the sky like a lightning bolt carrying his warhammer.

"Boom!"

Massive lightning gathered in the sky, allowing Lurik to descend from the heavens and strike the fleshball monster with a thunderous crash.

All the Plague Monarch's apostle monsters were undeniably sturdy and clumsy creatures.

The multi-armed fleshball floating in the air merely threw pus missiles at the sky with its arms.

However, these missiles were ineffective in the electric light, directly evaporated.

"Get down for me!"

Lurik roared, his warhammer encased in lightning, combined with the power of a thunderbolt, smashed the fleshball directly into the ground in an instant.

The lightning strike brought a screeching sound, and as the dust settled, less than half of the plague-releasing fleshball's body remained.

The severed surface was a charred wound.

Lightning paired with Lurik's overstrike produced an astonishing power.

On the other side, Kana had already rushed next to the emaciated scarlet monster.

"Piercing Blood, right?"

"Haha, I didn't expect a cowardly human to have heard my name.

So, human, are you prepared? To suffer the torment of piercing?"

The Piercing Demon laughed sharply.

Unquestionably, this demon was the strongest among the four Evil God's apostles present.

Of course, the strength of these four apostles wasn't vastly different, almost on the same level; otherwise, they would not have been summoned now.

But the problem was, looking at the Piercing Demon's limbs and sharp claws, it was clear he posed the greatest threat to the Night Watchers.

Though the scarlet minotaur's attack might deal more damage, it's predictable as the minotaur uses a war axe, almost always swinging horizontally or vertically.

It creates more blunt damage.

While the fierce sharpness and piercing of the creature in front of him would inflict greater harm on the Night Watchers.

Kana didn't want his Night Watchers to suffer any severe losses at this moment.

"It's a pity, I am not prepared now; otherwise, you might have to stay here forever."

Kana felt a minor regret.

His level wasn't sufficient now, nor was the internal capacity of his Soul Prison.

He couldn't imprison the Piercing Demon like the Blood Demon.

While speaking, a hand of the Piercing Demon suddenly lunged sideways like a sharp drill.

Kana blocked with his hand, swinging the Prince's Sword forcefully from the side, slicing off half of the demon's palm.

Though the demon might be a level higher, it could no longer suppress him.

"Alyris, assist the others."

Alyris, who was about to help Kana, nodded upon hearing this and instantly rushed to the side.

She had clearly seen that previous attack, indicating the enemy wasn't much stronger than His Highness.

"Ah ah ah!"

The muffled howling, the plague spreading around, causing numerous corpses to rise from the ground.

The risen bodies were covered with all sorts of pus and sores.

"Rangers, aid our friends and get them out of this battlefield first."

Blake, with the help of the dwarves, slightly disengaged from the battle and commanded.

The arrival of the two plague apostles led to almost undefended holy knights and priests suffering from the plague's curse.

Compared to the Night Watchers, these individuals who hadn't received blessings sustained significant damage.

Forget fighting; being too close to the plague apostle made their diseases almost incurable.

Moreover, as almost all priests were afflicted, hardly anyone could cleanse or suppress the infections through purification.

At this time, the Night Watcher rangers withdrew from the battle since facing these large creatures was beyond their combat capabilities.

After retreating, they brought the fallen rangers and holy knights slightly back towards the city gate, distancing themselves from this malodorous area.

"Pure flame, rid the filth!"

The Saintess sang loudly, as this time, the Holy Fire burned towards the people in the rear.