Demons?!
Søren's jumping figure suddenly stopped. He turned back and looked into the distance. The fire had gradually spread to the point where it was almost out of control. He didn't have any detection spells, so he couldn't see the situation behind him. But after hearing the shouts, he found that the army of the City of Wealth was gathering behind him, and there were also some priests who appeared in a hurry. The priests of the City of Wealth, who had intended to stay out of it, finally decided to suppress the chaos.
"No!"
Søren jumped onto the chimney, then frowned and said, "Demons don't have such a big hand! It's obvious that someone has aggravated the conflict! Are there still demons lurking here?! "
Only demons could be so powerful.
These guys liked to play with people's hearts the most. If they took advantage of the appearance of the Paladins, combined with the power of Suggestion and other spells, they could be used to provoke the people of the Dark Faction and the Gray Domain. Then it would easily evolve into a war. The evil ones who were unwilling to wait for death would unite to resist. Once they resisted desperately, the scale of the battle would escalate. It was possible that other people would be involved in it, and finally, it would become a chaotic slaughter.
"Where are the Legends?!"
Søren stood on a high place and looked at the whole city, murmuring, "Why haven't the Legends made a move yet? Would they let things get to this point? "
"What about the Silver Hand?"
"He's not a stupid person! Where is he now? "
The chaos was spreading.
The city's army was facing the summoned demons. These summoned demons were still summoning more demons. A Hezrou with a spell-like ability actually found dozens of Dretches. A four-armed snake demon with a profession level of more than grade 4 and close to the Legends was rampaging. The snake moved at an amazing speed. Four giant swords slashed through the sky. Wherever it passed, there were corpses everywhere. Except for the Legends, almost no one could stop it!
The four-armed snake demon's creature level was 18, which was already above the middle grade.
Greater Dual-wielding, Greater Multi-Strike, Greater Cleave, Greater Slam, Intermediate Spell Resistance, Intermediate Damage Reduction, Poison Immunity, Greater Strong Acid Resistance, Combine Defense with Offense, Battle Reflection!
A series of abilities made the four-armed snake demon's danger level rise. It was simply a highly mobile killing machine!
Søren stopped moving forward.
The situation had begun to get out of control. It was very dangerous here.
…
Dong dong dong!
Søren's body suddenly swayed, and he almost fell off the roof. His heart started to beat faster, and his heart rate was 50% higher than before. His heart was squeezing, and blood was flowing all over his body, exposing his blood vessels to his skin. Søren's body temperature was rising bit by bit. His eyes were bloodshot, and his pupils were dilating. This feeling lasted for about three minutes, and then Soran's condition recovered little by little.
"Vivian!?"
Søren seemed to have sensed something and mumbled, "She's here too?!"
The sound of weeping came from the alley ahead.
Søren frowned as he looked around. Then, he gently landed on the ground and glanced in that direction. He couldn't help but take half a step back and reach out to grab his scimitar because the person in front of him was a young Saint Samurai. The Saint Samurai was wearing a silver-white knight's armor, and there were some scars on it. There was a faint holy power around the blade of his sword, and drops of blood were dripping down. The young Saint Samurai didn't seem to notice Søren. His body was trembling slightly, and he stabbed his sword into the ground. Then, as if he was trembling, he stretched out his hands and picked up a petite body.
It was a little girl who was at most ten years old.
She was the victim in this mess, an innocent and pitiful little girl who died in this mess.
Then, there was a faint sound of weeping.
The young Saint Samurai trembled as he picked up the little girl's body. His eyes were blank, and his face was full of regret and helplessness. He let out a suppressed and soundless roar and murmured in a sorrowful voice, "Why did this happen! … "
"Why did this happen?! Aren't we protecting justice?! Why did we kill so many people?! … "
"Why!!!"
Tears fell drop by drop. The Saint Samurai in front of him cried like a child whose hope was shattered.
Perhaps he really wasn't that old. Judging from his face, he was at most twenty years old. Søren had a little impression of this Saint Samurai. It was the young Saint Samurai who spoke first during the day. At this moment, the holy power on his body was already wavering, like a candle flame that could be extinguished at any time. His faith was shaken. If he couldn't stand firm in his beliefs, then he would lose the power of a Saint Samurai and become an ordinary Warrior.
His faith was close to collapse.
He didn't understand why things had turned out this way. He didn't understand why so many people had died. He cried like a child.
Because he was just a young Saint Samurai.
He might be kind and hot-blooded, but he was still too young.
He was crying. It wasn't because he was weak, but because he was sad.
He might not be afraid of bloodshed, evil, or death, but he was afraid of what he saw in front of him. All of this happened because of them. Because of their actions to uphold justice, they started a killing war, causing the entire city to fall into chaos, causing many innocent people to lose their lives in this war.
He lost his way. He didn't know if the justice he believed in was still justice!
Søren was silent.
The light on the young Saint Samurai's body was getting dimmer and dimmer. He was about to lose the power of his faith. The holy power was leaving this young man because his heart was full of confusion.
"Because you're not strong enough!"
Søren suddenly spoke. He woke up the Saint Samurai in front of him, but the Saint Samurai didn't pick up his weapon. He just looked at him with blank eyes, still holding the little girl's body.
Søren looked at him with pity and said slowly, "Because you're still too weak. You don't have the power to destroy evil, but you started a war between good and evil! "
"Your ignorant actions will only bring about slaughter and death. It will only destroy the order and kill more innocent people."
"What do you have to fight evil? You're not as strong as the demons! You're not as cunning as the demons! Those evil people have countless insidious and cunning means. Unless you have the power to completely crush them, the justice you've always believed in is just a joke! The fallen used you to start a war. They achieved their goal, but you have to bear the sin! "
The light on the young Saint Samurai dissipated.
His eyes were full of endless pain and regret. He held the little girl's body tightly in his arms and let out an angry roar.
The young man had lost the power of a Saint Samurai.
There was a strange light in Søren's eyes. He looked at the young man in front of him and said in a deep voice, "You're not strong enough. You're not cunning enough. You don't even know what evil is. How can you protect justice?"
"If you're strong enough, stronger than a Legend, you'll be able to stop everything that's happening tonight. You'll be able to destroy the Fallen as easily as crushing dry weeds.
"If you're cunning enough, more cunning than the demons, you can use other means to destroy them. They won't have the chance to weave a conspiracy, and they won't have the chance to stir up chaos and slaughter."
"You're just a pathetic puppet. An idiot who thinks that by believing in justice, you can change the world."
"You'll only make the world worse!"
Every sentence was like a sharp knife piercing his heart. The young Saint Samurai trembled. He seemed to be struggling, but he gradually understood something. The silver armor on his body gradually dimmed, and the holy power on the knight's sword dissipated. Gradually, a strange aura appeared. He stretched out his hand and slowly grasped the hilt of the sword. He whispered in a hoarse voice, "As long as I'm stronger than them and more cunning than them, I can destroy them?"
Søren's expression was quite playful. He said in a deep voice, "Yes."
"This is just the beginning of chaos. The world will become worse in the future! You can't do anything without power. Give up those pathetic creeds. If you really believe in justice, then you must fall into evil. "
"Only evil can fight against evil!"
"Go and find your own path. Young man. There's a group of beings called the [Holy Avengers]. They will show you the way! … "
Søren's figure disappeared into the darkness, leaving behind a young man who had lost the power of a Saint Samurai. He slowly picked up the cold body of the little girl, and then pulled out the long sword that was emitting a strange aura. The power of a Saint Samurai didn't seem to have disappeared, but it had changed into another kind of power. He turned around and walked into the darkness. The silver-white armor became mottled in the darkness. The holy power that was originally attached to it had dissipated due to the dissipation of faith. The darkness shrouded the silver-white armor. It could cause him to fall and become an evil Dark Guardian, or it could also allow him to find new justice.
He had fallen.
But it didn't seem like he had fallen.
This was a battle of faith and will. There was no blood in this battle. If he won, he would become a legend in the future. If he lost, he would lose himself.
This was the Saint Samurai that Søren wanted to see. They were also the Saint Samurai who fought on the front line.
Three million Saint Samurai held up the backbone of the world. They couldn't change the world, but they stopped the gods from breaking the world into pieces.
Welcome to the lawful evil.
You should be qualified to be the [Holy Avengers]!
Perhaps the glory of the Saint Samurai would never appear in this world again, but Søren hoped to see the Holy Avengers in the Time of Troubles.
It was time for them to appear.
Good and evil weren't that important. Chaos was the real disaster!
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(PS: I've been writing the plot very slowly recently. I have to edit it from time to time. I've been keeping the minimum two chapters.)
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