799: Chapter 0799: Audacious Beast, How Dare You Behave So Recklessly 799: Chapter 0799: Audacious Beast, How Dare You Behave So Recklessly Over a dozen Knights looked up at the sky and shouted to the Saintess, “Go ahead, Saintess.

We will deal with them.”

They pulled on their warhorses, all coming to a stop.

The Saintess stopped as well, defiantly shouting, “I won’t leave.

Let’s fight together.”

Knights urgently cried out, “You are the hope of the Holy See.

With you, we can have our vengeance.”

This was the strategy the group of Knights had discussed.

They had never intended to break out; their sole purpose was to escort the priest and the Saintess through.

If even one of them could break through, they were prepared for the worst.

Without hesitation, a Knight drew his sword and stabbed it into the rump of Saintess Emily’s warhorse.

With a plop, the startled warhorse gushed blood and let out a wild scream, continuing the frantic charge with the Saintess.

The Blood Clan Dukes exchanged glances: two pursued the Saintess while three remained to confront the dozen or so Knights.

“Sword of Light!”

The Knights drew their swords in unison, raising a barrier of sword rain against the adversaries in the air.

The pursuing Dukes, wrapped in their wings, were struck by the swords of light and fell one after another.

The leader called out, “The Saintess is now alone.

We’ll take care of these Knights first.”

A group unsheathed their longswords, and a fierce struggle ensued with the Knights.

Marquis Lawson, holding a telescope, shook his head, “It seems I need to take matters into my own hands.”

His silver wings whooshed into action from behind, propelling him swiftly into the sky, tracing a silver streak as he chased after the Saintess.

At the foot of the mountain, the Saintess had just galloped down on her warhorse.

A streak of silver light descended about fifty meters ahead, the warhorse, too weakened and bleeding profusely, rolled onto the ground as the Saintess pulled on the reins.

The Saintess was thrown around a few times before she got up, drew her longsword, and immediately confronted the figure ahead.

Marquis Lawson eyed her and said with a cold laugh, “Holy Maiden of the Church, it’s been a long time since I tasted sacred blood this pure.”

The Saintess cursed, “You traitorous scum, turning to the devil, betraying the Human Race.

Even if I die, I will annihilate you on behalf of God.”

Marquis Lawson scoffed with laughter, “Silly child.

You’re like that rabbit, knowing you’re doomed yet still struggling in vain.

Come on, let’s see what you’ve got.”

With a corner of her mouth turned up, the Saintess slashed her sword and invoked, “Divine light, cleanse the darkness of this world!”

Sword Qi transformed into a rain of light, turning into arrows in the sky, raining down towards Rauss.

Rauss shook his head with a light laugh, “Is that all you’ve got?”

His wings flapped violently, crackling as they collided with the barrage of light, sweeping all the forces aside in an instant.

He taunted the Saintess, “Look, child, it’s useless as I said.

Surrender now, and I’ll spare you.

You will join the Blood Clan and become the new Saintess, a position not inferior to your current one.”

“Never!”

Emily’s golden hair swayed in the wind, the longsword in her hand let out a ringing sound as she lunged ferociously at Marquis Rauss.

With a clang, her silver longsword was actually caught between two of Rauss’s fingers.

The Saintess frowned deeply, grabbed the cross necklace around her neck, and began to chant, “Sword of Light!”

Her longsword glowed white, and with a sudden increase in power, swept across in a slash, the blade’s edge showing its sharpness as it severed one of Rauss’s fingers.

Rauss trembled in pain, beating his wings sharply as he retreated, bellowing at the Saintess, “You’re asking for death!”

He knew the potency of the Saintess’s cross, likely infused with the power of hundreds of millions of followers from North America.

At that moment, he had to fight with all his might.

His body twisted and transformed, growing into a three-meter-tall monster with muscles knotted like vines and skin black as charred coal.

“Those who defy Satan, die!”

Rauss unsheathed a Black Spear that radiated Mysterious Light, seemingly forged in hell, shrouded with black mist.

With her left hand gripping the cross and her right wielding the sword, the Saintess engaged him in combat.

Boom, boom, boom, the two immediately fought, causing dust to fly and constant reverberations.

The surrounding vegetation all burst, as they created deep pits in the ground with their power.

In Rauss’s hands, the black spear seemed inherently capable of suppressing the light of sanctity.

Black mist swirled around, completely enveloping the light.

After struggling with him for a while, the Saintess was stabbed in the arm by his spear and pinned against a huge rock with a squelch, remaining there.

She gasped in pain, fresh blood spurting from the wound and streaming down the shaft of the spear.

Rauss landed, hands clasped behind his back, fangs quivering with satisfaction at the sight of his handiwork.

“How about it, Saintess, are you convinced?”

Triumph filled his face.

The Saintess cursed, “If you’re going to kill me, just do it.

God will never forgive you.”

Rauss laughed loudly, “What does forgiveness matter?

When I chose to follow Satan, I stopped seeking His forgiveness.”

Before his laughter faded, a bout of light laughter suddenly came from behind him, “Old man, are you serious?”

Rauss and the Saintess were both startled and immediately turned to look.

They saw two young men from the east, accompanied by a few women, striding over nonchalantly.

One of the young men even had a cigarette dangling from his mouth.

The Saintess exclaimed in surprise, “Is it them?”

She hadn’t expected to see these Easterners again after parting ways at the hotel.

Suddenly, she remembered the words of the priest: God never abandons anyone; it’s just that He hasn’t revealed Himself yet.

The Saintess thought to herself, “Could it be that these Easterners are messengers sent by God?”

“Filthy Easterners, who I normally treat like animals, dare to interfere in the affairs of the Blood Clan?”

Seeing that Long Fei and his group had ill intentions, Rauss swiftly removed the spear from the Saintess and stared at Long Fei and his companions with a murderous gaze.

Long Fei sneered, “You flat-haired beast only got a little stronger by relying on some Demon Clan blood, causing you to mutate.

Neither human nor ghost, and you still feel so superior.

Not only will I interfere today, but I also plan to roast and eat your Duke.”

“Insolence!”

Rauss roared in anger, his wings flapped, and he lunged toward Long Fei with his spear.

The Marquis’s body was extraordinary.

With a flap of his silver wings, he moved with incredible speed.

Long Fei shook his head and casually pointed forward.

The space in mid-air suddenly trembled as if it were transparent water, sending a ripple through it.

As Rauss entered it, his body abruptly came to a halt.

Even the power of a Marquis was confined within it.

In his anxiety, Rauss swept his spear horizontally, but the more he struggled, the greater the restraining force on him grew.

He yelled frantically, his veins bulging and letting out a fierce howl.

“The power of space?”

Upon seeing Long Fei exert such a move again, Saintess Emily found it utterly inconceivable.

Chewing gum, Lin Shanshan giggled at Long Fei, “Brother-in-law, let me kill him.”

She was itching for action, hardly finding chances to show off while following Long Fei.

Marquis Rauss felt like spitting blood; he couldn’t believe that even a young girl was dared to be so bold.

He shouted angrily, “Who exactly are you people?

Aren’t you afraid of our Blood Clan’s vengeance?”