Will there be ordinary farmhouses here?

  Everyone has an affirmative answer in their hearts, no!

  Don't talk about this, even in the last days outside of this different space, there will probably not be an ordinary farmer here to survive.

  But...the facts are here!

  In a few earthen houses in the distance, the black smoke in the chimneys continuously floated out, drifted away with the wind, and slowly disappeared. Looking closely, in the grassland, there are still sheep in a fence...

sheep? ?

   "Bah..."

   "Bah..."

  A woman dressed in European medieval clothes is squatting beside an ewe and squeezing sweet milk. With the rhythm of her palms, the iron bucket next to her is gradually full. The woman showed a soft smile and walked slowly towards her room with the milk bucket.

this…

  This difference is too big! !

  The weird scenes that happened in the Scarlet Plain just now are enough to shock people's hearts, but no one thought that meeting a family of ordinary farmers makes people's expressions more exciting.

   A clear cry resounded across the night sky, and the needle-tailed Swift slowly descended into a small church not far from these farmers.

church…

  Not far from several farm houses, there is a church built with earthen houses, and an ancient wooden cross stands on the door of the church. The pin-tailed Swift’s nest is on top of the church tiles.

  On the other side of the church, there are patches of golden wheat fields.

  Under the shining of the moonlight, these golden wheat fields exude a dark golden light. At this moment, Yang Qun almost forgot the knowledge of plant photosynthesis that the teacher taught him in the biology class. Are these wheat fields enough to survive in the moonlight?

  Men farming, women weaving, milk bread, here is like a paradise, harmony makes people feel incredible! !

  The strangest thing is...

  In the crowd, Yang Qun also saw the faces of Orientals.

  Huaxia people? ?

  Yellow skin, next to the Chinese character face, a standard Chinese yellow race.

   Yang Qun was shocked. Everyone stood in front of the farm blankly, not knowing what to do. If they really met some monsters, they would not be so surprised, but... the scene in front of them really scared them.

  Finally, the figures of Yang Qun were also discovered by farmers in the distance.

  Seeing Yang Qun, they reacted more intensely! No strangers have appeared in this space for a long time!

  And the shock that Yang Qun and the others have brought to them, it has shocked them even more! !

   "Ding Dong, Ding Dong, Ding Dong!"

  The bronze bell at the top of the church sounded loudly, like a deafening horn of war. The people in those farmhouses heard sentient beings rushing home and closed the doors tightly.

   "They seem to be afraid of us?" Li Chao said with his eyes closed.

   "No, they are preparing to fight." Yang Qun shook his head, he had already seen that they were not hiding, but...

Ready to fight! !

   Soon, the door opened again.

  Many men filed out, all of them armed and wearing armor. Those European-style armors were painted with silver-white runes, and those runes sketched together gave people an incomparably sacred feeling.

  And at the center of their armor chests, there is a big cross printed on them.

   "Grass! It won't be the Crusades!" Li Chao even stared out of his own eyes. Could it be that the group of people in front of him turned out to be the crazy, paranoid and terrifying army in the history books?

   "No, they are the Holy Clan." Ye Shang shook his head, their armor evoked the legend of his family.

  Sacred Army!

   Once all the rage in the European Middle Ages, they were upright, heroic, fair and powerful! They take the eradication of evil forces as their own responsibility, and they fight with foreign races every day. They are the biggest nemesis and enemies of those vampires, werewolves, dark wizards, and witches. Their appearance made the Dark Council a headache, and each of them had pure faith and strong consciousness.

  And...power! !

The silver moon casts light, and the silver on people's armor emits a faint light. The long swords and giant blades in their hands have also been polished by mithril, and the blood tanks are outlined by pure silver runes. .

  Obviously... they regarded Yang Qun and the others as heretics.

   "They seem to be soldiers of the Crusade who specialize in guarding vampires."

   "Yeshang, you are a werewolf? Are you a heresy?" Yang Qun turned his head to look at Ye Shang, and let out a sarcastic laugh.

   "Probably... forget it!"

   "Wow!"

  Everyone was still talking, and an arrow feather shot at them. The arrow on that arrow feather is not ordinary steel, but Mithril with magical runes!

  Yeshang could have taken the blow without fear, but now he can’t. Mithril is his natural enemy. In the werewolf bloodline, Mithril is a poison to restrain them. No matter how powerful their bodies are, they will be life-threatening if they are pierced by Mithril!

   "Dangdangdangdang!" However, even so, these arrows still cannot hit Yeshang, because their strength is limited, only as strong as the third-tier high-level!

   "Next, what should I do?"

   "Will you kill them?"

  Is it necessary to keep an enemy who has already launched an attack on himself? Li Chao looked at Ye Shang and Yang Qun, waiting for their orders.

   "Wait and see." Yang Qun shook his head. Although the opponent has already launched an attack on himself, the opponent is human after all. It is very possible that they are the only human beings here, human beings who exist to resist those vampires.

  Killing them, what the consequences would be, Yang Qun didn't know, and he also needed to leave the lives of these human beings, and asked exactly.

  Yang Qun held his hand for a while, and white mist drifted by.

   "Ding Ding Ding Ding Ding Ding Ding Ding Ding Ding Ding Ding Ding Ding Ding Ding Ding Ding Ding Ding Ding Ding Ding Ding Ding Ding Ding Ding Ding Ding Ding Ding Ding Ding Ding Ding Ding Ding Ding Ding Ding Ding Ding Ding!"

  Countless feathers and spears were intercepted in the white mist.

  The opponent's Crusaders' knights were shocked.

   "It's not good, it's magic!! Cover your mouth!"

   "Mage, dispel magic!!"

  One of the strong man with the appearance of a leader saw the white mist and immediately covered his mouth, for fear of some poisonous gas inside.

  The old man in a white robe next to him took a dry wooden stick and walked out slowly. At the top of the wooden stick, a silver-white gem is dazzling.

   "Purification!"

  A white ball of light shot out from the staff, pierced the sky and plunged into the white mist. The white light burst out, illuminating the entire night sky, as dazzling as the sun in the day.

However…

  White fog seems to have no effect.

   Obviously this white mist is not magic, but the body of "fog". The fog is the product of scientific mutation, and these white fog are his body, not a soul, let alone evil magic.

  The dazzling white light couldn't hurt the mist at all, and the blade in the white mist still shattered those attacks.

  The mage’s attack is useless...

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