The damp and warm feeling on his trousers caused Mark to open his eyes groggily. There seemed to be some strange commotion outside the city walls. Today, the entire glorious city was celebrating the retreat of the demonic forces, so it was normal for it to be lively. Mark touched his trousers and felt the stickiness and wetness. Subconsciously, he raised his hand and sniffed it in front of his nose. A strong rusty smell filled his nostrils from the liquid on his palm. Something seemed off, but he couldn't quite put his finger on it. Mark looked up at the sky. The moon was hidden and the wind howled, causing the clouds to silently move away, revealing a hazy moonlight. By the faint light, Mark looked down at the sticky liquid in his hands. The dark red color instantly sobered him up. "Blood?!" The members of his team were all lying on the ground, their chests no longer rising and falling. Underneath them, the dark red viscous liquid continued to flow and spread. A salty and pungent smell filled the air. "What... what happened?" Mark squatted down in confusion and pushed the captain. "Captain!?" His hand trembled as he put it in front of the captain's nose, but he didn't feel any airflow on his fingers! He's dead! The captain is dead! The team members are all dead! Everyone is dead! Just then, a whistling sound suddenly came from the distance!! 'Swoosh~' The unusually piercing sound made Mark turn his head towards the direction of the noise. A brilliant orange flame streaked across the night sky. The huge fireball gradually enlarged in Mark's eyes. 'Boom—!' The burning boulder crashed onto the city wall of the glorious city! The city wall where Mark was could not withstand such a huge impact and collapsed with a loud crash. After a moment of dizziness, Mark got up and looked around. Covered in dust, he didn't even have time to be glad that he hadn't been injured before he was stunned by the sight in front of him. Less than twenty meters away, countless figures stood there, a boundless sea of darkness, and leading them... was a group of demonized orcs! "Dem... demonic clan?" Mark looked at the endless horde of demonic forces, and the drunkenness instantly vanished. He looked back and saw that there were only some dismembered bodies left on the ground, with not a single living person beside him. Mark was stunned. Suddenly, he showed a resolute smile. Taking two steps forward, he picked up a broken half of a long spear from the ground. He turned his head to look at the severed limbs buried in the ruins with a cold and determined look in his eyes. "Captain, you always said I was the most cowardly, and I've never accepted that. I always wanted to prove it to you. Today, you better watch closely. I, Mark... am not a weakling!" Turning his head to look at the ugly faces before him, these orcs were often the vanguard of the demonic army for two reasons: they had strong breeding abilities and their own strength wasn't outstanding. But this was only in the face of higher-level beings. In the eyes of ordinary people, these three-meter-tall, giant bodies were still unbeatable. Even soldiers on the battlefield didn't want to directly confront these orc warriors. Mark took a deep breath, raised the broken spear in his hand, and memories of his comrades and family flashed through his mind. Discarding all distractions in his mind, he looked up at the boundless demonic army. Gripping the broken spear tightly, he let out a hysterical roar! And charged forward! "Ahhh!" Mark had almost forgotten everything. All that remained in his heart was the word 'death in battle'. Standing directly in front of him was a three-meter-tall bulky orc, his green arm already thicker than Mark's waist. The strength of the two sides was completely on different levels.Facing the human charging towards the demon army, the orcs on their faces revealed a cruel smile.

Dealing with such humans, they, the orcish creatures, would use countless ways to make him regret his actions today!

The transformed orcish creature disdainfully raised its iron axe and waited for the human soldier to reach its front, so it could swing the axe down and split the human in half!

But when the human soldier reached its front, it swung its iron axe, yet the expected splatter of blood did not appear.

Instead, it was the orcish creature itself that flew up into the air.

In mid-air, it saw beneath it a silver-armored knight holding a greatsword.

And in front of this silver-armored knight, was a decapitated orcish corpse.

That body... looked so familiar.

It seemed exactly the same as its own body.

It... was dead?

This remaining thought was the last in the orcish creature's mind in this world.

Mark, holding his broken spear, stopped his footsteps and was at a loss.

With a heart of certain death, he never would have expected that a miracle would occur right before his imminent death!

"Kid, you're good, but... this is not the place for you to appear now."

Mark snapped back to reality.

Those distinctively slender triangular eyes and the significantly raised eagle hook nose.

They confirmed his identity.

One of the eight great guardian knights of Glorious City.

Guardian Knight—Kane.

"Kane... My lord? How did you appear here?"

Up until now, even though there hadn't been an alarm bell ringing on the western city wall, despite the intense rumbling noise, even if the other soldiers heard it, they likely thought it was some other problem and not the attack of the demon clan.

Mark warily looked at the knight before him, after all, he had also witnessed Sister Martha's transformation during the day.

Kane turned his head and glanced sideways at Mark, his eyes revealing a touch of approval.

"Saintess' prophecy, tonight... we are going to fight the demon clan to the death. If you still have the will to fight, then return to the city and join the other teams to fight together. The city has already started evacuating the civilians. If you don't dare to go to the battlefield, then go help with the evacuation."

Silver-helmeted and silver-armored Kane stood at the foot of the city wall, facing the tens of thousands of demon army, and appeared somewhat fearful.

As a level 50 guardian knight, even though he had not yet crossed the threshold of level 60, he still held an absolute advantage against these ordinary orcish armies.

Even if these demons wanted to kill him, they would have to pay a hefty price!

In a piercing sound, the massive city gates slowly opened, and over a hundred knights in silver armor filed out from the gates.

Hundreds of temple knights, over ten thousand demon army.

The numerical difference was despair-inducing.

However, the knights standing under the western city gate at this moment did not have a single expression of fear on their faces.

On their faces, there was only an expressionless determination.