Facing the end of the total destruction of his followers, Kalla didn''t even have the idea to stop it.

    For him, since it is irreparable, making the best use of everything is the best way to deal with it.

    I can''t take it out anyway

    Kalla grabbed the souls of the dead believers and those killed by their counterattack.

    Although the number of these souls is not large, but because their strength is at least Knight level, the quality is still good and can barely be used for emergencies.

    Without any hesitation, he swallowed them decisively.

    Kalla directly uses the demons'' natural ability to transform them into pure power, so as to fill the part of herself suppressed by the power of the world.

    The suppressed power on the body was replenished by the source and immediately recovered.

    Looking at the miscellaneous fish around him, Kalla had a general feeling after some estimation.

    His arm leaned forward, grabbed the arrow directly at his head, and stabbed it into the soldiers beside him. His movement has almost become an instinct.

    As a demon who has lived for nearly a thousand years, Kalla may not have much other experience, but his fighting experience is absolutely sufficient. His fighting skills have long been extraordinary. As long as any attack does not exceed the scope of strength, he can basically make the best response in an instant, just like his own instinct.

    For him, if these human beings in front of him were not contaminated with weapons, they would be as sacred as poison to him. He could kill them at the cost of minor injury, and there was no need to be as cautious as now.

    However, these human beings are disgusted because they are too well prepared. They are all equipped with sacred items given by the church. They are either carrying amulets or smearing holy water and medicine on their weapons, which really makes him feel uncomfortable.

    For ordinary people, the meaningless holy water is like powerful sulfuric acid, which can erode the skin of the body for defense, and the Scriptures constantly recited by priests are particularly harsh in his ears, making him feel dizzy.

    "Although you can step on it with one foot, a poisonous insect that can make you suffer if you don''t pay attention to it."

    This is the image of the encirclement and suppression in front of Kalla.

    Although I despise it, I must face it carefully.

    After being splashed with more than half a bottle of holy water again, he felt the tingling all over. He was a little unbearable. The magic in his body automatically overflowed and wound around his side.

    The fur of the body began to stick close to the skin, and an invisible armor formed by air flow appeared on his body surface.

    Cut off the holy water that spilled on him.

    The fingertips of the palm automatically extend a translucent air blade of more than one meter, which greatly improves the attack range.

    With one claw, several soldiers wearing armor in front of them shed blood everywhere. Their armor broke like paper paste, and their bodies were cut into pieces. It was like being hit by several machetes at the same time. Their death was extremely miserable.

    The face of the nearby siege personnel immediately showed a timid look, which made Kalla laugh.

    Safi, who was directing, frowned at the scene.

    The strength, agility and physique of both sides are not on the same level. If the basement environment is relatively narrow and there is not much room to avoid, the other party has to carry many attacks. I''m afraid these people can''t take him at all!

    In the current situation, even if they can consume each other, the sacrifice they need to pay is absolutely amazing.

    It is clearly recorded in the secret scriptures within the church that for demons, smearing holy water and holy medicine on their weapons can continue to cause damage to them, but the souls of the victims who continue to die will also be used as a supplement and continue to treat the enemy under the power of the devil.

    "The more you kill, the stronger you become. What an evil race..."

    After thinking about it, he handed the badge in his hand to the leader of the chanter team responsible for chanting the Scripture, and asked them to pray with the hymn to continuously stimulate their strength.

    And seriously felt out of his arms, a small bottle engraved with strange lines.

    Look more solemn than treat the sacred badge.

    [holy ashes]

    The most devout ascetic monk, the corpse after death, was treated through a special ceremony. After cremation in the holy land, the ashes were put in the church headquarters. After decades of prayer, the believers could make such a small bottle.

    It is the most vicious poison for evil creatures!

    -------

    Draw a scar in the palm of your hand with a knife and pour the blood into the bottle.

    Safi closed her eyes and began to sing a secret spell that only the bishop and the Pope knew.

    A faint golden light then overflowed from the mouth of the bottle, flowed on the ground, and spread around bit by bit.

    Kalla, who is fighting wantonly, even if she doesn''t notice the scene, has experienced countless life and death crises to temper the dozens of people standing around, all of whom have been killed on the spot.

    Ignoring his slowly bleeding ears, Safi half knelt on the ground and finished the last spell with a solemn look.

    At that moment, the little bottle in his hand turned into golden powder, passed through his fingers, and automatically rushed towards Kalla with the sound of prayer as if it were nothing, as if it were an illusion.

    Facing the golden powder, Carla''s face changed dramatically, and he smelled the crisis of death.

    I understand that it is impossible to escape this attack. If I resist hard, I will lose at least half of my life, so I will turn all the magic in my body into a spear wrapped with a whirlwind and try my best to shoot it out!

    There was no sound or impact. At the moment of contact, the power of the holy ash penetrated into the spear changed by Kalla''s own magic, just like a hot knife cutting butter.

    Although Kalla''s power is essentially much higher than the extraordinary power of the world, he has been weakened in many ways. When facing the holy things that the church has spent a great price and decades to create, he is inevitably in a weak position.

    Holy and evil, two completely opposite concepts.

    They restrain each other and offset each other. When one party has an advantage, it will cause crushing damage to the other party.

    Just as fire can be quenched by water and can completely evaporate dry water, although they are relative, they have no absolute advantages and disadvantages.

    After discovering the fact that her strength was weaker than the other party, Carla''s face was very ugly. She immediately wanted to throw away her spear, but it was too late!

    The power of the holy ash was directly transmitted to Kalla through the magic spear.

    Just for a moment, the arm that he first touched [the holy ash] was like a wax statue about to melt. The skin and fur faded, the blood and flesh turned into meat slurry and fell to the ground. Even the bones were making an overburdened sound, like a machine in disrepair for a long time.

    Kalla looked at the spreading injury without any hesitation, endured the severe pain, and gouged out the infected arm with the other arm, together with the blood and flesh of the nearby shoulder.

    To his delight, he was decisive enough.

    Before the broken arm fell to the ground, Carla saw that it had turned into boiling blood.

    He inhaled a little of the heat from it, and Carla felt dizzy.

    So he quickly moved a few steps aside.

    But how could the siegers around him let him go? The holy water and medicine in his hand were specially sprinkled on his wound. At first glance, it was painful to beat the water dog, which made him feel extremely oppressed

    --------

    He turned his head and looked at the sheep headed devil who was already at an absolute disadvantage.

    Jim watts took the knight''s sword in his hand, looked at Richard watts, who was covered with scars in front of him, gently shook his head and persuaded him, "uncle, I''ll give you one last chance, don''t do useless work, surrender!"

    In fact, if it hadn''t been for his special command, Richard in front of him would have died of the siege of the soldiers and couldn''t live to this day.

    "Jim, as a father, I just want to save my daughter..."

    Looking at the dead heart, Jim sighed slightly: "it can''t be saved. We all know that even if the devil saves her, it must be saved in a form that everyone doesn''t want to see. It''s meaningless except to make Saina more painful, because the devil itself is a creature without goodwill to human beings."

    After a bitter smile, the other party said stubbornly, "maybe... But I still want to try."

    Waving his hand, he motioned the people next to him to step back. Jim took a step forward and assumed the posture of royal secret swordsmanship: "for the sake of national security, I can''t give you a chance. I''m sorry, uncle.

    But at least, I will let you die at the hands of my fellow royal family... "

    "Then please."

    Richard was stunned for a moment, his face showed the same smile as before, and followed with the same posture.

    The same swordsmanship and close strength, but Richard knew that he had no chance to win from the beginning, because his injury did not allow him to win.

    However, facing Jim intact, Richard didn''t feel any problems with each other''s behavior, but was very happy with his style.

    Be careful not to leave the other party a chance.

    He is a suitable king, at least better than himself who is often indecisive.

    After a dozen moves, looking at the sharp sword stabbed into his body, Richard watts smiled and said in a voice that only himself and Jim could hear: "Jim, you are really excellent. Although I and your other uncles knew something about your father''s death, they didn''t blame you. Instead, they thought you did it right. After all, Arles''s psychological state at that time was completely unreasonable and no longer suitable to be a king.

    His continued rule is meaningless except that it will plunge the country into crisis.

    Don''t worry about their opinions, because although they didn''t say anything, they were very satisfied with you and thought you would be a good king after watching you recover the decline of the principality through your various actions!

    As for your mother, you don''t need to worry much. No matter how much she hates you, she is your mother. She may hate you for ten years and twenty years, but she will still forgive you in the end, so put down the burden in her heart and come on... "

    "... goodbye, uncle."

    Gently help Richard watts close his eyes, and Jim watts can''t tell what his mood is.

    Maybe it''s heavy, or maybe it''s other feelings. Anyway, he doesn''t feel happy

    Not far away, Carla, with the death of Richard watts, the struggle is coming to an end.

    Before long, when a large amount of holy water invaded the body through the wound, the body gradually fell into weakness.

    Finally, the sharp sword pierced into the brain through the eyes!

    -----

    While Safi and others were still celebrating loudly in the basement.

    At a corner of a street not far from the animal park, a thin little beggar opened his eyes from his deep sleep.

    Looking at their direction, he disdained to spit and whispered, "a group of damn low creatures, even their souls can''t be destroyed, and they deserve to kill me?"

    When Kalla was in the basement, she knew that she was being watched by other beings!

    The traceless gaze made him feel a fatal threat.

    And Safi and others blocked him again!

    So he had no choice but to play a play and run away secretly at the cost of giving up most of his strength.

    After moving his poor body, he got up and went to the countryside, ready to find a quiet place to recover his strength.

    He was just stunned before he took a few steps.

    He felt as if he smelled a familiar smell!

    It was not from the smell of the body, but by his demon soul.

    His eyes followed the direction of taste. He saw a figure leaning against the moon and the clouds on the sky above his head. He looked at himself calmly. There was no fear, disgust or joy in his eyes. Some were just indifferent to insects.

    With the devil''s vision, through the other party''s false and ridiculous human appearance, after seeing the real essence without hiding intention, Carla understood the other party''s identity, who changed his magic array, and more understood another thing.

    That is, I''m dying

    Carla was absolutely convinced of it.