Quick Transmigration: Rescuing the Blackened Male Lead

Everyone was fighting, and no one noticed two people standing in the corner.

Under the black cloak, the girl looked at everything, and the expression on her face was extremely silent.

The black haired knight standing next to her pulled out an unidentified arc. "Andrea, is this your holy see and God?"

He said in a low voice, "abandon his followers, this is the God you want to follow all your life?"

The malevolence in the man's tone is unabashed.

His blue eyes looked at the believers, his eyes were completely indifferent, cold, no temperature.

Even with an imperceptible irony.

"Raphael, what on earth do you want to do?" Shen mubai had an ominous premonition. She looked at the knight and pursed her lips slightly.

The knight smiles at her. "The so-called gods are not used to pull down the altar?"

Shen mubai was deeply shocked. She looked at each other incredulously, "Raphael, are you crazy?"

It was the God of light,

however, in the knight's eyes, the girl's reaction was to make his inner darkness grow more and more crazy, and he was extremely handsome with a smile, "Andrea, I said, I want you to see with your own eyes..."

"the God you admire falls in front of you."

...

SHEN mubai doesn't think that male masters can beat the God of light.

Let's not say whether the God of light will come down. Even if Raphael is a golden dragon, and his blood makes him have a strong power, but for the gods, it is just so.

But her heart, do not know why can have a kind of flustered mood.

It's like these things Raphael said will come true.

When she heard the voices of the believers, her heart sank gradually.

Especially the look on Raphael's face, he was sure that the God of light would appear in front of him.

The act of kissing is so possessive that it seems to rub itself into the blood.

The maiden wept under the knight.

...

the undead and the demons have broken in, and the people scream in panic.

The people of the Vatican are shouting that they have no time to take care of other things, including the virgin who disappeared some time ago.

There was a look of despair on the faces of the believers.

What's more ironic is that the nobles are even looking for them to replace them.

There was a faint blush of scarlet in the eyes of the believers, who were desperate to fight back against the past.

No one would have thought that in the peaceful land of simodau, which has been peaceful for thousands of years, it is now facing a huge survival crisis.

The weeping of women and children was gradually covered, and everyone was on the run, seeking the protection of the magicians.

In front of the demons, the magistrates became in a mess.

The sky was dark, but no one had noticed.

The statue of light in the main temple collapsed, broken beyond repair.

The Pope and the twelve magistrates kept receiving the latest news, their faces gray.

They couldn't get in touch with the God of light, and despair spread to them.

Is it because of their mistakes over the years that the continent of Seymour survived?

Even their gods will abandon them.

...

no one can stop the undead and demons. They show their ugly original forms, and they are rampant and insane.

A lot of fighting against the city's believers who belong to the God of light.

"Lord of light." Some people fell in the pool of blood, full of hope and pray to spit out these words.

Finally, the eyes gradually dim down, open a pair of inanimate eyes, looking at the dark sky.