Color Resistance

　　 The sky was densely covered with lead clouds, and the freezing east wind moved the trees.

Da da da!

　　 A group of silver-armored cavalry rushed from a distance, a clear trace of dust drifted behind them, and finally stopped at a distance of a hundred meters from the village gate.

　　 The iconic silver armor and the pale white halo flowing on the armor are filled with a kind of holy energy, making people instantly aware of their identity.

　　 represents light and justice and the Knights of Light.

　　 The knights dismounted one after another. The leader was a young knight with a height of 1.9 meters and a handsome face. The eyes covered in the helmet were a strange silvery white.

　　 Great changes have taken place in the village at this time. The original gate was violently broken open. Pieces of wood were scattered on the ground. Traces of the collision of giant beasts can be seen, and huge footprints of half a meter long remain on the ground.

　　 Inside the village, there was even more smoke. The houses were lit up, and the raging flames waited for a billowing heat wave. There were corpses lying on the ground around them, all with huge wounds, which made the knights look more angry.

　　 "These **** bastards!" Knight Ferguson hit the wall next to him with a punch, irritated by the sight in front of him.

　　 In front of him, a woman with a baby in her arms lay there, pierced by a sharp weapon with the baby, blood flowed all over the place, extremely **** and cruel.

　　 As the messengers of the God of Light in the world, they themselves shoulder the responsibility of spreading justice and light and saving all living beings in the world. Naturally, they are the most hostile to this sinful act of treating human life as a waste of money.

　　As the team leader, Tazmi stood silently on the spot, and his heart was also filled with anger. The crises that broke out in various places these days have already made everyone feel more anxious and tired.

　　 ahem!

　　 suddenly heard a slight coughing sound, and many holy light knights hurriedly gathered around, and found a seriously injured little girl in a piece of buried ruins.

　　 A little girl who looked like six or seven years old, had been smashed by gravel on her cheek, lying there with her eyes closed.

　　Divine Art·Healing!

　　 Tazmi did not hesitate to use the magic arts, and the white light bloomed and enveloped the little girl.

　　 However, the injuries on her body were so severe that she had already hurt her lungs, and she opened her eyes as a result of the magic spell.

　　 The little girl with beautiful blue eyes looked at the young knight in front of her, and said in a very slight voice: "Brother Knight, are you here to save us?"

　　 "Well, here we are." Tazmi squatted down, holding her small head slightly with one hand, and her voice became a little softer involuntarily.

　　 "Brother Cavaliers, those people are too bad, they took a lot of things, and they cut people with knives." The little girl's voice was soft, like a cute little cat, with a slight smell of milk.

　　 "Don't worry, we are here, none of them can escape punishment!" The white light on Tazmi's hand still continued, causing the little girl's deep injury on her cheek to slowly recover.

　　 "Brother Cavaliers, they took a lot of people, as well as many people like Mia and Uncle Rocky. Brother Cavaliers, can you bring them back?"

　　 "Don't worry, little guy, I will definitely bring them all back to reunite with you!" The light on Tazmi's hands gradually dimmed, and the duration of the magical arts ended, and he solemnly promised——

　　 "Because we are Knights of Light, representing the God of Light!"

A gleam of light appeared in the little girl’s eyes, her little hand stretched out as if she wanted to touch her cheek: "Well, I believe you. Ma Ma told me a lot of your stories. I like you the most. ..."

　　 patter~

　　 The half-stretched palm fell, and the light in the eyes quickly passed...

　　 Tazmi’s facial muscles were twisted, and the veins in his left hand holding the knight sword were exposed, his right hand gently closed the opponent’s eyes, gritted his teeth and made a low voice:

　　 "Go, I want to kill those evil people!"

　　 "Tazmi, don't let your anger dazzle your sanity. Those evil people who are able to break through this village obviously have powerful force, and we need to ask for assistance." Ferguson took a deep breath and said calmly.

"No, I received the second baptism, and now I have mastered the profound meaning of light, and I have advanced to the powerful Son of Light, and my strength has far surpassed before!" Tazmi waved his hand, and the anger accumulated in his heart made him Just want to kill those evil people as soon as possible.

　　 "The Son of the Holy Light is indeed powerful." Ferguson nodded and stopped persuading.

　　 This is the advanced profession that every holy light knight dreams of most. It represents the highest grace of the God of Light. In the future, it will almost certainly become the incarnation of the God of Light in the world-a saint!

　　 Every saint possesses a powerful force comparable to that of the Pope. When the three gods slayed dragons, several saints participated, besieged those dragons with powerful strength, and assisted the gods to kill them one by one!

　　 Tazmi’s current mount has golden hair and looks like a huge lion, but with wings on its back, it is a mighty griffin.

　　 A mount that has its own powerful strength and the ability to fly to the sky. It is the ability of the Son of Light that can be summoned every day.

He drove the griffon to fly into the sky, and finally found the traces of the evil group from the sky. At a distance of more than ten kilometers from the village, a group of people drove magnanimously~www.wuxiahere.com~ under his leadership. , 12 holy light knights rushed in that direction, and soon caught up with each other.

　　 While the other party realized their identity, but didn't have the slightest fear, instead they took the initiative to stop and surround the carriages in a circle, forming a simple defensive position, seemingly intending to confront them head-on.

　　 "Let go of all the innocent villagers, disarm, and follow us to Santas for trial!" Tazmi roared majesticly.

　　 These are a group of fierce robbers, all of them are wearing sophisticated armor, and there is a bloodthirsty light flashing in their eyes.

The leader is a burly man with a height of two meters, carrying a huge double-headed battle axe on his shoulders, and laughing at him: "Hahaha, are you stupid, I really think I am afraid of you? "

　　 "Those who claim to be bright, now you dare to step forward, I will kill one person!"

　　 He grabbed a thin man casually, and amid the desperate screams of the opponent, he cut it off with a double-headed battle axe, and sprayed blood all over the place.

　　 "Now, first kill one to let you see!"

　　 "Go back to me!"

　　 The burly man pointed at him with a double-headed battle axe dripping blood and roared wildly.

　　 "You are fighting the messenger of God, and your soul will receive endless punishment and will never be free!" Tazmi's eyes were splitting, and he didn't expect the other party to be so cruel.

　　 "Hahaha, if that's the case, then come on. I just want to live the past few decades, no matter what you suffer after death!"

　　 The burly man made people grab the two villagers and led them to the front of the carriage, with a cruel grin on their faces: "Choose, one of them must live, and the other must die!"

　　 "If you don't choose, they will all die!"