The ruins in the middle of the night are like ancient temples eroded by time, standing extremely lonely under the dark sky.

And the moonlight, which had been obscured by the thick fog just now, finally penetrated the ruins of the wall and reflected mottledly on the cold stone surface.

Various images create a mysterious and solemn atmosphere.

that's all.

In this chilling and silent night,

Following the words he just said.

Su Wen wore a pure black British coat coolly and walked slowly into the ruins.

His face was covered by a silver half-covered mask, and he wore a pair of exquisite Victorian-style monocles, with a faint dark blue shimmer flowing on the mirror.

That's right, at such a critical moment.

Mr. Scholar stepped into the witch trial scene surrounded by numerous Vatican inquisitors, judges and knights.

And his arrival instantly broke the silence and depression around him.

Everyone took up arms.

Even this projection ruins began to experience an unstable state of spiritual energy flow.

[Tip: The fake ruins you are in are in an unstable state]

But Su Wen didn't seem to care.

He just pushed up the monocle he was wearing in a very gentlemanly manner.

Then he said slowly:

"Surprised?

rest assured.

This is just the beginning."

As his words fell to the ground,

Su Wen slowly lifted up a long sword that carried azure blue light and carried the mighty aura of the storm.

In an instant.

The blue stream of light suddenly passed by,

Straightly chop up all the projection knights on this path.

Saw this horrific scene:

Count Ivanovich subconsciously placed the shield ring on the finger of his right hand in his palm.

Then, he asked with a hint of serious surprise and anger:

"who are you?!"

There was a hint of sigh and indifference in Su Wen's gentle words:

"Didn't you hear that just now?

I carry the night on my back and watch for the dawn.

I am the night watchman:

Rhine."

At this moment, when I hear this name,

All the nobles Ivanovich, the Masquerade, and the clerk Les Anton, who were present and were still conscious, felt fear and shock.

Especially those people from Les Anton.

When they heard this name, they couldn't help but hate it. In the beginning, they didn't need to hide around like this.

But at the same time, there is also a hint of fear caused by the past.

after all,

That's exactly what the legendary night watchman delivered on a roaring night in Detroit.

Of course, be wary of them.

Su Wen didn't care, he just walked straight towards the witch who was chained to the cross.

In order to gain more world influence in the next actions to make up for his recent deficit, he has already planned all this.

After all, except for the majority of low-level nobles who have been brainwashed and whose thinking ability has been completely destroyed.

other people,

In his eyes, he was undoubtedly dead.

The dead cannot speak.

At the scene of the witch trial, the flames were blazing, illuminating the solemn and stern faces of those members of the Holy See.

Their armor shone coldly under the firelight, and the swords and shields in their hands seemed ready to launch fatal attacks at any time.

The conductor Gary-Jonah had already lost his previous magnanimity, and he roared loudly:

"Stop him!!!"

Along with his roar.

The huge Judgment Shrine seems to have become the Colosseum of ancient Rome.

Su Wen stood in the center of the field not far from the imprisoned witch.

Countless knights and judges jumped down from the high platform wearing heavy armor and rushed toward him.

charge!

Several knights armed with steel spears attacked Su Wen first.

But the handsome scholar just retreated quietly like he was taking a leisurely stroll, and pointed the edge of his sword on those heavy spears.

In an instant.

A blue storm suddenly emerged,

Directly tearing apart the spear made of fine steel and the knight holding it.

The knights' spears were like nothing in front of Su Wen, and their attacks were neutralized one by one.

However, Su Wen's epic sword skill inherited from Edward is like Death's scythe, which can take away the life of a knight every time he swings it.

that's all,

Blood dyed the ground red,

The bodies of the knights fell into a pool of blood and then turned into countless scattered shimmers of light.

The entire site was also covered with the remains of countless broken spears, and the whole scene was extremely tragic.

But the battle situation was overwhelmingly one-sided.

now,

In the eyes of the witch.

Her supposed dim light seemed to be gradually filled by his handsome and unrestrained figure.

At the same time, the old Reynolds, who was hidden in the crowd, couldn't help but clenched his fists, and even Venisha gently covered her delicate lips.

The whole place was silent.

Only Su Wen's magnetic yet indifferent voice remained:

"Have you had enough trouble?"

But for the enemy.

This performance is a bit too scary.

Seeing his god-of-war-like expression, conductor Gary Jonah gritted his teeth and jumped directly into the Judgment Sacrifice.

He understood that his chance of winning against the legendary Night Watchman Rhine was almost zero.

As the only second-level high-level transcendent among the three, he believed that he must stand up now.

Gary Jonah holds a pure black baton in his hand.

At a location ten meters away from Su Wen.

He silently raised the baton,

At the same time, press down suddenly:

[Extraordinary Characteristics: Arturo's Falling Tones]

In an instant.

Boundless weight covered the entire sacrificial altar in a circular position with a radius of about twelve meters.
To be continued...