A Blood Moon Assembly Member appeared

As the Anointed One was selecting the next support target on the map, a wounded Cleric walked in, leaning against the doorframe, and handed the blood-stained document to the table.

"Two Fifth Tier?" The Anointed One flipped through the battle report.

The Cleric nodded. "Yes."

The Anointed One handed the map to the Knight by the door. "To verify the location of the Blood Clan."

The Cleric wanted to go with them, but he was pressed back into his chair. "You stay here to heal your wounds."

Then another distress call came in.

This confirmed that there were indeed two Fifth Tier Blood Clan in the city, and monsters from the surrounding area were also converging on this location.

The Anointed One immediately gave the order for the procession to leave the post station, and more White-Gold Sacred Blade joined the procession from the side road.

Many Knight didn't even have time to wash the bloodstains off their armor before changing horses and catching up with the main group.

Upon reaching the high ground outside the city, the forwards confirmed that the main street of the west gate was still passable.

The Anointed One looked into the city and saw that the Holy Temple fires had receded to the last few streets, and the deprived garrison was being slaughtered.

An Aggregate crashed through the Caltrops, its broken forelimbs barely touching the ground before being reattached by the Sourceblood hanging from the city wall.

The Blood Clan on the city wall raised his hand, and several monsters charged towards the barricade together. Their swollen bodies exceeded the roof, and even crossbow bolts could not stop them.

On the east side of the Holy Temple, a troop of Knight rushed out of the intersection to cover the evacuation of trapped residents.

Another Blood Clan leaped from the rooftop, unleashing a blood-red light that shattered the combined fighting Battle Aura of the Knight, severing the entire row of eaves behind them.

Bricks and stones fell, and the crowd was blocked at the street corner.

The Anointed One raises his right hand. "The front ranks clear the way, the rear ranks receive the people!"

The Riftmist Banner unfurled, White-Gold Sacred Blade plunged down from the high ground. The Holy Runes on the banner merged into one, pushing aside the Blood Mist along its path.

The Undead had barely turned around when the front row of Sacred Blade swung down, the gathered firelight piercing through the doorway and cleaving the monsters blocking the way.

Meanwhile, the Aggregate in the side street crashed through a house, its forelimbs sweeping across the main road.

Several Purification Chains were thrown out from both sides, securing its shoulders and back, and the Sacred Flame flowed along the chains into the Knight' ranks.

The massive body was dragged off course and crashed into the roadside ruins, while the following Knight galloped past it and into the inner city.

Before the last barricade of the defenders, a larger Aggregate raised its forelimbs.

The officer urged those around him to back off, but he himself was tripped by the fallen Caltrops.

He heard the wind rushing overhead, but before he could get up, he could only hold his long shield up in front of him. He knew he was doomed.

But then a streak of Platinum Flame swept across the main street.

Boom!

The Aggregate's chest was pierced, and its falling forelimbs veered to the side, smashing half of the barricade.

The officer and his shield were knocked down by the shock, but the expected second heavy blow never came.

The monster was falling backward, flames gushing from the hole in its chest, burning into its body along its limbs.

"He is the Anointed One!"

The Blood Mist was pierced by the attack, revealing the flags pointing towards the city gate.

The Anointed One leaped from his warhorse, crossed the still-burning flames, and landed before the barricades.

The White-Gold Sacred Flame condensed into a spear in his palm. He pointed the spear tip at the ground, and the nearby flames parted to the sides, blocking the fallen Aggregate from escaping.

The officer, using his shield as support, got to his feet, recognized the Holy Emblem on the Golden Armor, and immediately turned and shouted, "Move the wagons! Carry the wounded out!"

The White-Gold Sacred Blade split into two groups, one to catch the mutated Undead surging from the side street, and the other to cross the barricades and raise the Riftmist Banner in the square outside the Holy Temple.

"The West Gate is open!" The shouts carried all the way to the Holy Temple.

The Cleric standing guard by the door glanced outside to make sure the flag was still moving forward before turning back to greet the people inside.

"The Anointed One?" The Blood Clan on the city wall frowned.

When the Golden Armor entered the plaza, the Blood Clan knew he was doomed. He tried to turn and run, but the superior guidance from the bloodline...

The order made escape impossible for him, so he no longer held back his Sourceblood and unleashed his full power.

The blood lines on the city wall swelled up, and the Sourceblood poured into the back of the Aggregate, tearing the flesh apart.

Several monsters were pulled together, their bones crushing against each other, the cracking sounds audible even across the street.

Before the newly grown limbs could even stretch out, they pierced through the house next door.

The Blood Clan pressed his hand down, and the entangled monsters began to move forward.

The one at the very front, which had been forced back by the entire group of Knight and still had a broken lance stuck in its shoulder, was now being pushed across the street by the body behind it.

"Boom!" The wall collapsed to both sides, and the broken bricks rolled all the way to the front of White-Gold Sacred Blade's formation.

The Anointed One leaped out from the front lines, the flames on his spear contracting inwards, until even the outline of the spear shaft gradually became indistinguishable.

The Aggregate had already filled the street, and the human rushed towards them without making way.

Just as the Blood Clan on the city wall was about to urge the monster to close its forelimbs, a burning pain suddenly shot through his palm.

A small white light appeared on the chest of the Aggregate at the very front.

The Blood Clan hurriedly withdrew its Sourceblood; it hadn't even seen when the spear had pierced through it.

Immediately afterwards, the bodies connected to the rear became translucent, and thick veins of Sourceblood burned from within, causing the entire horde of monsters to halt its advance.

The Blood Clan immediately severed the bloodline and raised a barrier with his hands.

The spear's edge had pierced through the last monster, and at the same time, the crimson barrier caved inward, causing the city tower behind it to tremble violently.

The Blood Clan continued to pour power into its Sourceblood, but the stone beneath its feet crumbled first, piercing through the center of the barrier. Platinum Flame pierced its chest, causing its body to crash into the stone pillar behind it.

The remaining force of the spear's edge swept out from above the ruined building, dispersing a large cloud of Blood Mist.

The Blood Clan fell with the broken stone pillar, and upon landing, he reached out and tore open the flesh on his chest.

The part that had been burned in had to be discarded; it no longer cared about maintaining its intact body. The Sourceblood gushed from its shoulders and back, preparing to recombine nearby.

The blood that had just left the wound also lit up, Blood Clan drew the Sourceblood back to his heart, trying to protect the last core.

But the platinum flames spread in, and in an instant, his chest grew brighter and brighter, even the Blood Clan's hands, which were supporting him on the stone steps, shone with a platinum hue.

It tried to move its body, but as soon as it exerted force, its arm broke off at the elbow and turned into powder.

His body then rolled down the steps and he was unable to get back up.

The Aggregate on the main street collapsed one after another, their connected flesh and bones breaking apart from the inside.

The Sourceblood into the cracks in the rocks, revealing the collapsed city tower behind it.

Another Blood Clan on the flank had already reached the Riftmist Banner.

The Purification Chains fastened around their waists, and using the force of the landing, it pulled them backward, dragging the two Knight along with the stone slab beneath their feet.

The rear ranks charged forward, the Holy Runes connecting to the banner along the chain, and a second chain also wrapped around its right arm.

The Blood Clan raised his hand, preparing to kill the flag bearer first, but the aura coming from the direction of the city wall suddenly stopped.

It turned its head and looked down. The stone pillar had collapsed, and its companion's body lay prostrate at the bottom of the steps. The Sacred Flame was burning from its back. It could still feel the scattered Sourceblood, but it could no longer find the core.

The Anointed One turned the spear and looked at it.

The Blood Clan immediately dispersed, not even bothering to break free from the chains binding his right arm, severing one arm before reassembling it, the Blood Mist surging outwards along the street.

The Holy Runes between the banners closed, blocking the road.

The Blood Mist collided with the light and was forced back to its original position. The Blood Clan had just condensed an arm when he slammed a palm down in front of the formation.

Blood splattered into the Holy Runes, causing blood to spill from the mouths of the front-row Knight, and the flagpole bent backward.

Several chain links snapped, revealing a gap in the road. It raised its other hand, ready to tear it apart completely.

The White-Gold Sacred Flame shone outside the gap.

But the Anointed One has arrived.

The Blood Clan withdrew its hand, all its Sourceblood surging forward. Thick armor covered its body from its fingertips to its shoulders and back. It pressed its feet into the stone surface to meet the thrusting spear.

If they can withstand this attack, they can use the force to retreat into the alleys behind them, and there will still be a sliver of a chance to survive.

But as the gun blade touched his palm, the surrounding street erupted with a deafening roar, and doors and windows were shattered by the impact.

The Blood Clan's shoulders slumped back, causing the stone slabs beneath his feet to crack one after another, yet his spear remained firmly planted in place.

It has already missed its chance to extricate itself.

The Anointed One gripped the gun and moved forward, forcing it to raise its arm and continue pouring its Sourceblood into its palm.

The newly formed armor layer had just covered it when it split open from under the spearhead, and shards grazed its face, yet it dared not even turn its head.

It wasn't until its heel hit the wall that it realized it had retreated the entire length of the street.

The blood armor shattered from his palm, Blood Clan staggered backward from the impact, trying to shift the force to his side, but the chains on his right arm tightened at that moment.

It was only held back for a very brief moment.

The spearhead had pierced through his palm and penetrated his chest.

The Blood Clan let out a short hiss, and its body disintegrated once more.

The Anointed One turned the gun, and the Blood Mist that had just gushed out was stopped by the Sacred Flame and forced back into the body along the wound.

Before the newly formed blood armor on his chest could even close, the Sourceblood Core shattered under the spear.

The Knight on either side loosened their chains and retreated.

The Anointed One withdrew his spear, and the flames outside the crossroads subsided.

A chained Knight lost his footing and was caught on the shoulder by the man. Blood dripped from the bottom edge of the helmet, but the Knight still clutched the broken piece of chain in his hand.

The captain in charge of the left wing took his place, glanced at the Blood Clan burning at the street corner, and then looked back at the city wall.

Two Fifth Tier cultivators died in the blink of an eye.

The Blood Mist near the Holy Temple dissipated quickly.

The Local Garrison marched out of the barricades and carried back their comrades whom they had failed to take with them. A Cleric helped the wounded to the crossroads, and after confirming that the monster had fallen, he waved repeatedly behind him.

"Stay on the main street, don't wander off to the sides!"

The crowd began to evacuate in an orderly manner, guided by the Cleric, through the path cleared by the White-Gold Sacred Blade.

The Anointed One led the still-burning Sacred Flame nearby to the side of the road, revealing a passable stone surface.

Just when people thought it was all over, a low growl suddenly rang out from outside the west gate.

"Awoo!"

The Undead Horde on the high ground outside the city came to a stop.

On the remnants of the city wall, a High-Rank Werewolf slowly straightened up. It walked along the top of the wall to the top of the main street and looked up at the high ground opposite.

An aura immediately rose from there, and there was a response from further away. The several roads that could have expanded outwards were blocked one by one.

The captain gripped the Sacred Blade tightly in his hand.

There were actually more than forty Fifth Tier auras being revealed!

The monster horde near the city gate began to retreat, leaving the path to these newly revealed powerful beings, and the Blood Mist also began to gather inward again with their power.

The Riftmist Banner of White-Gold Sacred Blade tightened.

The Anointed One did not look at the gradually appearing powerful figures, but instead, a dark red wisp at his feet drew Anointed One attention.

The Sourceblood is flowing against the flow of the street.

Blood seeped from the cracks in the stone beneath the city gate, and the remaining bloodstains on the side street were also converging. Even the parts of the monster's corpse that had not yet been completely burned were drawn out by a force.

Thin streams of blood flowed across the square, converging on the high platform at the other end.

The Sourceblood on the high platform congealed into a body.

The blood that had not yet been collected flowed down the steps to his feet, and the Blood Mist in the air was pushed outwards accordingly.

A human head rose from behind him.

Then, more heads appeared, slowly arranging themselves into a circle above the platform.

His chapped lips still twitched, and his eyes followed the sounds from the street.

One of the stars looked toward the evacuating crowd, its mouth opening and closing several times, but no sound came out.

The Anointed One recognized the holy sign on its brow bone, indicating that it had been a High Bishop in a Holy Temple during its lifetime.

The hand gripping the gun tightened, and the Sacred Flame spread before the formation re-condensed, blocking the force pressing down on the Knight.

The Blood Mist between the two was pushed aside, revealing the shattered square.

The Crown-Skull Duke crossed the square, staring into the eyes of the person being honored. He raised his hand and straightened a head that was drooping to the side.

Those still conscious eyes then turned to the Anointed One.