Doomsday Rise

In the dim church, the old man hanging on the cross closed his eyes and seemed to be asleep. The man kneeling below did not dare to urge him, but waited quietly.

The sound insulation effect of the church is very good, but the man has a deep cultivation, he can hear the fighting and screams on the street, and he believes that the bishop can also hear it. He didn't know what the bishop was thinking, but he believed that no matter what choice the bishop made, it would be correct and there would be no mistakes.

"Black-robed monk, how many people are in the church?" After half an hour, just when the man thought the bishop would not make a decision, the bishop suddenly spoke.

"There are 132 people!" The man immediately calmed down. He spent most of his time guarding the bishop, but he knew everything about the church, big and small.

"Where's the white-robed monk?" the bishop asked again.

"28 people." The man replied, whether it is a white robe or a black robe, they all have their own missions. The Mayan Empire looks calm, but in fact, undercurrents are surging, and the church also has enemies. The black-robed monks and white-robed monks are there to deal with these things and protect the safety of the church.

In the hearts of ordinary people, there is only one church, but where there is sunshine, there will be shadows. In the churches of the Mayan Empire, many congregants died every year. The church will not announce these things.

"Let the monk in black go." The bishop said.

"...Yes! All of them?" the man asked in a low voice.

"Why?" The bishop saw the man's hesitation.

"There are three people who have reached the critical stage of promotion!" The man said, the difference between the black-robed monk and the white-robed monk is a word, but the strength is very different.

The black-robed monks go up one level to the white-robed monks, but many black-robed monks spend their entire lives, but they can't break through. They are black-robed monks all their lives.

"These three people can stay." The bishop seldom changed his mind, but he was very tolerant of those who had the potential to grow.

"Yes!" The man stood up.

"Wait—" the bishop said.

The man quickly backed away again, with an extremely respectful attitude.

"If Gandalf Russell continues to send people, you will also hand over the white-robed monk." The bishop said.

"Yes!" The man understood what the bishop meant.

...

When Liu Wei'an returned to the battlefield, he happened to see more than a hundred evolutionaries in black robes rushing into the crowd of zombies. All of them were holding scimitars. The blades were blood red and stained with the same red liquid as the arrows.

With a flash of the knife, the ogre's head flew up more than ten meters, turned around a dozen times and fell to the ground, opened and closed its mouth a few times, and it was silent.

Swish——

The evolutionary and the ghoul brushed past each other, and the evolutionary continued to kill other zombies, while the ghoul suddenly remained silent. A few seconds later, a bloodstain appeared on the ghoul's neck, and with a slap, its head fell to the ground, which had been severed.

A blinding knife flashed, and the arms and legs of the hatred were all broken, and the heavy body of the hatred fell on the ground. He didn't die, but he couldn't hurt anyone anymore.

...

These black-clothed men entered the crowd of zombies, as if they had entered no one's land. Wherever they went, the zombies were either dead, or their hands and feet were cut off, and they fell to the ground like human pigs.

Seeing the appearance of the man in black, the morale of the ancient moon city was greatly boosted, the expression of fear became excited, and they rushed forward screaming, forgetting death all of a sudden.

"Who are they?" Liu Weian asked.

"Black-robed monk!" The Northwest lame wolf heard the voice, only to realize that Liu Weian was by his side.

"People from the church?" Liu Wei'an asked, he felt a strong sense of faith from the black-robed monk.

"Yes, they are the executioners of the church. If the church wants to kill or eliminate someone, it will send black-robed monks to take action." Northwest Lame Wolf looked at the black-robed monk, obviously a little unnatural.

The Can Wolf Mercenary Group had dealt with the black-robed monks before. When the Can Wolf Mercenary Group first came to the Ancient Moon City, they were quite arrogant and had the intention of dominating the Moon Ancient City. Then, the black-robed monks made a move. The battle ended with more than half of the Can Wolf Mercenary Group’s casualties and surrender. In that battle, the head of the group was injured.

Afterwards, the Canwolf Mercenary Group was also attacked and killed by black-robed monks from time to time. Members of the Canwolf Mercenary Group could do bad things, but not too much. If it aroused public outrage, the black-robed monks would take action. It was because of the existence of this knife that the Canwolf Mercenary Group could live in peace with other people.

The Northwest Lame Wolf encountered a crisis and was besieged by the black-robed monk. If it wasn't for luck, a demon zombie passed by and distracted the black-robed monk's attention. He would not be the Northwest Lame Wolf, but the Northwest Dead Wolf.

"Why are there so many masters in the church?" Liu Wei'an's eyes were so sharp that he could tell at a glance that the monks in black robes were all at the gold level.

These black-robed monks are uniform in strength, with similar skills and methods. They give the impression that they are produced on an assembly line. This is unbelievable. They are not bread production. Strength is something that cannot be replicated and mass-produced. However, these people in front of him give him such a feeling.

"This is a mystery. Before the apocalypse, there were many powerful figures in the church, but not so many. After the apocalypse, a large number of monks in black robes suddenly appeared. No one understands what happened." Northwest Lame Wolf said.

"Is there a master teaching skills?" Liu Wei'an thought of establishing a sect, but after thinking about it carefully, it is impossible. He often communicated with the head of Yang and knew that martial arts requires not only famous teachers and diligence, but also talent.

It is easy for one or two people to gather three conditions, ten or eight is also possible, and even ten or twenty, there is such a probability, but there are more than one hundred in one breath, he does not believe it.

An ancient city on the moon cannot breed so many geniuses.

"Is the black-robed monk very loyal to the church?" Liu Wei'an asked.

"So far, I haven't heard of any monks in black robes betraying the church." Northwest Lame Wolf replied.

The black-robed monks have uniform clothing, almost the same moves, and even the facial expressions are surprisingly similar, with a stern face and indifferent eyes. If you only look at one person, you will feel cool, but a group of people look like this, which makes people feel a sense of disobedience. It’s like watching the Hollywood blockbuster "The Matrix", it is all procedurally generated, not human.

Liu Wei'an scanned Gandalf Russell. This man's mind was still a little wandering. He didn't even mention such important information. If he hadn't just met a zombie, he had an idea and came up with a way to lure the snake out of the hole. Then he had already broken into the church, and suddenly met so many gold-level masters, even he would have been in a hurry.

"The bishop has sent people to support us. Don't be afraid. The bishop has been praying for us silently behind his back. The true God is with us. As long as we persevere to the end, we will be able to destroy the zombies. Victory belongs to us." Gandalf Russell's voice spread throughout the ancient city of Half Moon.

Liu Wei'an somewhat understands that Gandalf Russell has been able to preside over the Ancient Moon City for so long. An ordinary person would definitely take the credit into his arms, but Gandalf Russell did not do this. He gave all the credit to the church.

The black-robed monk was like a fresh blood, which greatly stimulated the morale of the evolvers and killed a wave of zombies. However, after a long time, the evolvers consumed a lot of energy, and the energy of the zombies was infinite and could never be exhausted. Although no one could figure out why this was the case, even if they figured it out, there was no way to reason with the zombies.

The physical strength of the evolutionaries dropped significantly, and the balance was slowly equalized by the zombies. If it was just like this, with the black-robed monks around, they could still hold on for a long time. However, at this moment, Gandalf Russell was injured.

The extremely sharp nails passed by, and two heads flew up, that was death. The expression of the black-robed monk was still indifferent, as if they had no other emotions except indifference.

The golden zombie turned a blind eye to the black-robed monk's scimitar, and suddenly approached him. The black-robed monk wanted to back off, how could there be time? As soon as the body tightened, he had already been caught, and then his neck became cold, and the aorta had been bitten by the golden zombie. The blood flowed like a tide, and the strength of the whole body also flowed like a tide, and with it, there was still life.

Puff--

The golden zombie didn't even make a move. There was already a steaming heart in his hand. The machete of the black-robed monk on the side was raised above his head, but he couldn't cut it down. He fell down slowly. There was a hole in his chest, and blood gushed out. The smell of blood stimulated the nearby zombies to become more excited.

Many attacks of the golden zombies are against physics, especially the horizontal movement, which is as fast as lightning. Many evolutionaries suffer from this aspect. Normally, power is conserved. If you want to move forward, there must be a backward force. It is manifested in human beings, that is, the knee joints are bent, and the retreat is used as a support point to explode power.

The golden zombie doesn't need it. Its feet don't bend and are straight and stiff from beginning to end, but it can move horizontally, as if someone is pulling them with a rope.

Within a few breaths, more than 30 black-robed monks had already died of blood. The scimitar of the black-robed monk slashed at the golden zombie, leaving a shallow mark. It couldn't cut through the golden zombie's body like it did when dealing with ogres and ghouls.

It can be seen from this that the red liquid smeared on the scimitar is not a panacea. It is effective against low-level zombies, but its effect is limited against top-level zombies such as golden zombies.

The battle was still going on, and the black-robed monks fought one after another. Soon, the casualty rate exceeded half. According to ordinary people's psychology, if the death rate is so high, they will definitely feel fear and fear, and then hesitate to retreat. However, the black-robed monks do not have such a mentality. Their eyes are firm, their expressions are indifferent, and they will not hesitate.

"Dead man!" Liu Weian thought of this kind of person, as long as they can complete the task, they don't care about sacrifice. Another point is that the black-robed monks are very quiet. When attacking, they will not shout to intimidate the target. Before dying, they will not scream. It gives people the feeling that they are quiet from birth to death.

Gandalf Russell was leading the golden zombie to the black-robed monks, and hid aside to bandage the wound. It seemed that the injury was not serious. Liu Wei'an could tell at a glance that what he suffered was only a flesh wound, and the blood in his mouth was forced out by himself.

There are more and more corpses on the ground, most of them are human corpses, and there are relatively few corpses of zombies, but there are quite a lot of zombies with missing arms and legs.

Liu Wei'an discovered another very interesting place. The Moon Ancient City also had a logistics force for collecting corpses, but they didn't collect the corpses of their own people, nor the corpses of zombies, but the living zombies, that is, zombies with missing arms and legs. They tied them with ropes and left the battlefield quickly.

A small part of these support staff are low-level evolutionists, and a large part are ordinary people. It has to be said that they are quite courageous.

"Where did they get the zombies?" Liu Wei'an asked.

"Church." The Northwest Lame Wolf replied, "Send the zombies to the church, not only can you get paid, but you can also get the blessing of the true God."

"Which aspect is protection worth?" Liu Wei'an asked.

"...Spirit!" Northwest Lame Wolf replied.

When there were only forty or so of the more than one hundred black-robed monks left, another group of people rushed out on the street. This time, there were fewer people, only about twenty people, wearing white robes, the same style as the black-robed monks, with similar expressions and eyes. The only difference was the aura, which was much stronger.

"White-robed monk!" The northwest lame wolf was taken aback, "There are so many!"

"Huh?" Liu Wei'an looked at him. new

"As far as I know, the number of white-robed monks in each city is between 10-12. Because the ancient city of Moon is relatively large, there are a few more people, and it has remained at about 15-16. It has been like this for the past few years." Northwest Lame Wolf said.

"28 people, almost doubled." Liu Wei'an said.

"The church has regulations. The number of white-robed monks cannot exceed 20. If it exceeds, it is a violation of the teaching, unless..." The Northwest Lame Wolf suddenly thought of a certain possibility, and his face turned ugly instantly.

"Unless what?" Liu Weian stared at him closely.

"Unless the bishop breaks through, there will be no limit to the number of white-robed monks." Northwest Lame Wolf said.

"What does breakthrough mean? What is breakthrough? Force value or something else?" Liu Wei'an asked in detail.

"I don't know. I'm not qualified to join the church. I don't understand many things about the church. It's just hearsay. The bishop after the breakthrough is very powerful. As for how powerful it is, there is no clear statement." Northwest Lame Wolf said.

"There are so many surprises. It seems that this cardinal is not simple. He must have seen through Gandalf Russell's mind. From the black robe to the white robe, then he probably doesn't want to show up. What is above the white robe?" Liu Wei'an asked.

"There are two temple knights in the church, but one of them has been patrolling outside for a long time. Generally, there is only one person stationed in the church." Northwest Lame Wolf replied.

"Temple Knight, do you have a horse?" Liu Wei'an asked abruptly.

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