The loud footsteps broke the silence of the dark area. The mercenaries in the stronghold stared with wide eyes as row after row of fully armed soldiers rushed into the tunnel, their killing intent was palpable and just looking at them made one's heart tremble.

  "What's going on with these guys? Are they saying that the Temple is finally going to officially attack the underground forces?"

  "How is this possible? They are the nobles' personal guard... This is going to be trouble for that guy!"

  "So many people?!"

  When they heard the old mercenary speak, several people around him were shocked and stuck out their tongues in surprise, looking at the soldiers entering in a line with lingering fear. They were murderous, holding high torches and long swords, and looked like they were about to go into battle. Seeing this scene, many mercenaries felt uncomfortable. The things that had happened between Jan and Lord Barov during this time had already spread far and wide. Although some people thought Jan was too impulsive, they didn't think he did anything wrong. But Lord Barov was relentless, not only sending people to provoke trouble but also bribing mercenaries to send them to their deaths, and now he had even dispatched troops, looking like he wanted to wipe out the opposition entirely. Anyone would find this unbearable.

  They were merely mercenaries, and even if they looked displeasing, they could only whisper to each other in private. Even the Holy Knights now stood by with serious faces, showing no intention of helping; what could these mercenaries do anyway?

  "Pour on the gasoline! Launch the firework! Burn that bastard to death!!"

  Looking at the dark and gloomy cave in front of him, Barulf gave orders with red eyes. Upon hearing his orders, several soldiers immediately walked forward, took out a ceramic ball-like object from their waist, and threw it in with force. The sound of "pa pa" was heard, the ceramic ball shattered, and the pungent smell of coal oil quickly emanated from within. Immediately afterwards, the soldiers behind raised their crossbows and shot inward. Arrows with burning flames flew in, and in an instant, a raging fire broke out, illuminating the originally dark cave with a bright red glow.

  "Ah———!!"

  But almost as soon as the flames rose, a cold gust of wind suddenly blew from the cave, instantly suppressing the raging fire. In just the blink of an eye, the flames were completely extinguished, and then two figures walked out of it.

  "It's really a degenerate world these days... Setting fires in dark alleys, it's clear that some people are beyond salvation."

  Zhen still dressed as a noble, his hand on the hilt of his sword, the corner of his mouth slightly raised, with a mocking smile he gazed at the soldiers in front of him. Although there were already many people surrounding him, three layers inside and out, but looking at his appearance, it seemed that he didn't take these fully armed elite soldiers seriously at all.

  "Are you Zhan En?!"

  Looking at Zhan in front of him, Baluf asked with a gloomy face. From the moment he appeared, Baluf had already sensed that something was wrong. As a strong man who had entered the legendary realm, Baluf was also quite sensitive to changes around him. He could sense that as Zhan walked out of the dark cave, the entire dark region seemed to be trembling with fear, just like a drama when the protagonist appears on stage and receives thunderous applause. In this instant, the entire dark region seemed to have become his stage, while he and his subordinates were only minor characters like jesters.

  How is it possible?

  Thinking of this, Barulf calmed down and shook his head. This must be an illusion, even if the man in front of him had really entered the legendary realm, it was impossible for him to possess such power.

  "Who are you?"

  Upon hearing Baruf's inquiry, Zhen scanned him with a look of disdain and then asked. Sensing the disdain in Zhen's gaze, Baruf's face turned iron-gray, and the anger that had been burning within him flared up even more. The slight hesitation and doubt he had previously felt were now thoroughly cast aside.

  "I am Viscount Barulf Leyster Drix! You not only killed my attendant, but also attacked my soldiers! How dare you commit such a brazen act against a renowned noble like myself, do you know your crime?"

  "Renowned?"

  Zhan En let out a cold "hmmph" of laughter at this point.

  "You're just a viscount, yet you really think you're something? Anyway, you've come to provoke me time and again. I haven't gone looking for trouble with you, which is already a blessing from your ancestors. Now you actually dare to come here seeking death?"

  "Alright, all right!"

  In the face of Zhan En's ridicule, Viscount Balfe's expression grew increasingly gloomy. He took two steps back, staring fixedly at Zhan En in front of him. Then he stretched out his hand and made a gentle downward motion.

  "Get moving."

  Baruf's voice was soft, but it carried a chilling and murderous intent that spread to everyone's ears. Upon hearing their master's command, the soldiers surrounding Zhan En immediately raised their crossbows, took aim at their target, and pulled the trigger. All of a sudden, the sound of breaking wind filled the air as hundreds of black crossbow bolts shot towards Zhan En like raindrops.

  Looking at the crossbow arrows coming from all directions, Zhan En didn't even move a bit. He just pressed his hand on the hilt of his sword and gazed at the arrows in front of him with a scornful and disdainful smile. But what happened next was beyond everyone's expectations - just as Zhan En was about to be pierced by thousands of arrows, those rapidly fired crossbow arrows suddenly stopped in mid-air as if they had hit something, then fell to the ground, no longer posing any threat.

  "How detestable!!"

  Upon witnessing this scene, Viscount Barlf was initially stunned, but when he saw Elise chanting an incantation in a low voice behind Jain, he immediately realized what had happened. Although the protective long-range weapon was only a third-level spell, if the timing and occasion of its release were appropriate, this low-level spell was enough to counter all the enemy's attacking means.

  "Hurry up and break that woman's spell!!"

  As the long-range attack lost its effect, Viscount Barf had to grit his teeth and give orders again, while coldly staring at the noble wizard beside him. Sensing his master's anger, the bearded noble wizard also hastily pulled out magical materials from his sleeve and began to chant in a low voice, preparing for a new round of attacks.

  However, his movements had already been seen by Elise, and at the same time that the old wizard began to chant, Elise had also changed her target. Her eyes stared straight at the old wizard, her slender fingers rapidly tracing lines in the air, conjuring up wave after wave of dark red flames. Under Elise's guidance, these flames began to twist and distort, transforming into a strange symbol. Then Elise grasped the symbol tightly, stretching out her hand. Just as the old wizard was about to break through Elise's defenses with his magic, the negative energy condensed from the magical flames also burst forth from Elise's fingertips, forming an invisible wave that shot forward.

  Two powerful magical forces collided in mid-air, then suddenly burst forth. The originally empty air was suddenly filled with dazzling light waves that flashed and dispersed, forming a screen of light. As the magic's counterbalance grew more intense, it finally transformed into a blinding flash like a soap bubble thoroughly bursting and disappearing.

  Eris's expression didn't change, but the old wizard turned pale and his hands trembled slightly. The abundant negative energy that had broken through his magical defenses invaded his frail body mercilessly, grasping at the already weak heart like a harbinger of death. As he felt the invasion of the negative energy, the old wizard opened his mouth wide, panting constantly, and reached out with his hand to retrieve a vial of medicine from his bosom, attempting to save his own life. Unfortunately, before he could even open the bottle cap, he convulsed and fell to the ground, never making another sound again.

  "Guardians, rise!"

  The gloomy Lord Balfour cast a glance at the old wizard who had lost his voice, but he didn't say anything more. This old wizard had served his family for almost twenty years, and had even watched him grow up from childhood. But now, he was dead, silently and without any distinction from others. However, Lord Balfour couldn't care about these things anymore; he only had one thought in mind.

  Kill them all!!

  The loyal guards of Viscount Barf faithfully executed his orders, with several soldiers at the forefront holding up long swords and shields as they approached Jain. However, before they could reach Jain's side, a flash of sword light appeared in front of them, and in the next moment, the heads of these soldiers soared into the sky, while their headless corpses fell to the ground with splashing blood. Jain swung his long sword once, and the blood stains that had been flowing on the sword fell to the ground, forming a bright red straight line.

  As if on the edge of hell.

  And this also marks the beginning of a cruel massacre.

  "Kill!!!"

  A loud shout came rolling in, the warriors of the Imperial Guard raised their weapons without mercy and rushed towards the enemy in front of them. In the face of their attack, Zhan En stretched out his hand to adjust his glasses, then let out a cold laugh, and immediately afterwards, the long sword in his hand burst forth with a series of icy gleams, stabbing towards the enemy in front of him like a stormy sky.

  "Ah......!!"

  "Ah!!"

  Cries of agony filled the air, not a single soldier could approach Jann from the front or sides, as soon as they entered the range of his sword's radiant glow, they would immediately fall to the ground with a blood-curdling scream, their bodies torn apart, limbs severed and scattered all over. Rolling heads bounced on the ground like crushed watermelons, their flesh blurred with blood. The surging bloody aura swirled around, filling the entire tunnel.

  "Kill him!!"

  Witnessing this bloody scene, the soldiers of the Imperial Guard did not retreat but instead advanced, the pungent smell of blood and the death of their comrades only igniting their ferocity. Even with corpses littered at their feet, they continued to charge forward fearlessly, without any intention of stopping. At this moment, they no longer needed the orders of Baron de Beaufort; their eyes were red, completely abandoning their own lives as they launched a frenzied attack.

  In their eyes, the Zhan En in front of them was the most ferocious and evil devil. Even if they had to risk their own lives, they would still want to tear off a piece of his flesh!!!