Celica's divine radiance faded, and with a single stroke, she had wiped out more than sixty percent of the Death Knights on this floor.
Unfortunately, she was still only human.
The paladin looked at Celica with a complicated expression. The people behind him had already prepared their formation, while he raised his butcher's blade.
What was more, another person appeared behind Celica.
He was an ordinary Tier 8 knight, sent by Grand Duke Benson as reinforcements.
There was no knight squad behind him. After all, professionals were difficult to cultivate. Most places Caroso and the others encountered so many professionals were places already full of them, such as academies made entirely of professionals, grand events in the royal capital, the Free City's defense force, gambling ships filled with nobles, and the Knight Tournament.
Under normal circumstances, nobles would not maintain large numbers of professionals, much less send them here to serve as fodder for Celica.
Professionals below the seventh rank could not even withstand a single slash from Celica.
The only one capable of supporting vast numbers of professionals was the Goddess of Dawn Church.
Caroso had said before that professionals from the Goddess of Dawn Church found it easy to grow stronger, though breaking through to Tier 8 was difficult. In terms of this core force, they were undoubtedly the strongest in the world.
"Archbishop Celica, farewell." The paladin's Knight's Longsword pointed directly at Celica.
The knight blocking the other door remained silent.
No one wanted to make an enemy of someone like Celica. He had never imagined that his sword would one day be swung at her.
Alita gently hugged Bai's arm, her soft breasts burying Bai's arm between them.
Bai patted Alita's hand and gave a bitter smile.
She had never expected that she would die here,