# 1621
Chapter 1615: Breaking Through the Walls
The hearts of all the knights sank to the bottom of the abyss!
A single Migo was already troublesome enough. Having over a hundred appear simultaneously—even if every one of them had the power of "Klein"—it would be an impossible dream to annihilate them all!
Moreover, among them, fewer than twenty people were actually capable of one-on-one combat with a Migo.
"How is this possible…" One of the knight commanders stood atop the church's bell tower, gazing at the pink tide surging toward them in the distance, disbelief etched across his face. "How could so many 'Klein'-level 'Mysteries' appear all at once?? How are we supposed to hold them back?!"
"Even if we can't hold them, we must!" Another knight commander leapt down from another tower, forcefully drawing a heavy greatsword, his expression resolute. "Even if we die, we absolutely cannot let these monsters touch Lady Saint with even a single hair!"
The third knight commander held a shield in one hand and a sword in the other, walking wordlessly to the main entrance of the church, as steady and immovable as a mountain.
"Where's Tyler?"
"He's leading the remaining men in the vanguard charge."
"Against such terrifying numbers, the charge won't last long. Someone has to hold this final line of defense."
"Are the three of us enough? By the way, where's Charles? I haven't seen him since it started."
"No idea…"
"Damn it, this guy always disappears when it matters!"
As the three knight commanders spoke, the pink tide had already crashed against the three冲锋 squadrons composed of dozens of knights in the distance. Even though these three squadrons fought desperately, countless Migos simply leapt over them, charging straight toward the church.
The three knight commanders exchanged glances, releasing terrifying auras simultaneously as they stood firm before the church, colliding with the endless sea of Migos!
…
At that moment,
Inside the church, the Echo Gallery.
Charles stood in the Echo Gallery with furrowed brows, his hands constantly tracing over the sword-scarred frescoes, as if searching for something.
"Damn it… Where's the switch for this thing?" After searching for a long time with no reaction from the fresco, Charles couldn't help but curse.
The barrier of this Echo Gallery had been left behind by Chloe before she fell unconscious. However, she had only taught them how to activate the barrier, not how to deactivate it. So until now, Charles had no way to free Shen Qingzhu and the others trapped inside.
When Lin Qiye had been fighting Tyler just now, Charles had known that any explanation would be useless. In Lin Qiye's eyes at that moment, the Knights of Holy Judgment were simply trying to kill them… And the only way to quell the incident was for him to actively release Shen Qingzhu and the others, then explain things properly to them.
But before he could find a way to open the Echo Gallery, those overwhelming Migos came rushing in.
"There's no time left."
Through the glass window at the end of the Echo Gallery, Charles saw countless Migos surrounding the church entrance and the distant charge squads. If he didn't join the battlefield soon, those pink monsters would soon breach the church.
Just as Charles was debating whether to join the battlefield directly or continue trying to open the Echo Gallery, a faint cracking sound reached his ears.
"Hm?" Charles turned to look.
In one corner of the sword-scarred fresco, a figure shrouded entirely in smoke and haze held a short sword, stabbing it into the surface of the fresco. Fine cracks began spreading across the wall…
Sensing the terrifying divine power fluctuations emanating from those cracks, shock appeared in Charles's eyes!
This is—
BOOM—!!
With a deafening roar, the wall of the Echo Gallery exploded into pieces, the fresco on it dissolving into countless specks of dust. Three figures materialized from nothingness, landing steadily on the ground.
"I take back what I just said." The figure with six gray wings on its back looked at Number 27 beside him, speaking seriously. "The Ancestral God truly deserves to be called the Ancestral God. This junior, Shen Qingzhu, truly failed to recognize a true powerhouse…"
Number 27 sheathed the short sword, glancing lazily at Shen Qingzhu, saying nothing.
Wu Quan surveyed the surroundings. Only after confirming they had truly returned did he relax with a sigh of relief.
Just minutes ago, the three of them had still been trapped in that world. Shen Qingzhu and Number 27 had split up to search for a way out in that world but found nothing.
Later, it was Shen Qingzhu who guessed they might be trapped within the fresco. He tried to use his power to break through the spatial barrier between the fresco and the real world but didn't succeed. In the end, it was Number 27 who struck out, slicing through the boundary between the two worlds with a single blade, returning them to reality.
"Where's that knight? I'm going to tear him to pieces!" Shen Qingzhu scanned the surroundings. Instead of seeing Tyler, he saw the countless Migos surrounding the church outside.
"What the hell are those things?" He frowned, asking.
Number 27's eyes beneath the hood narrowed slightly. "Migos."
"Migos?"
"Believers of the Gate of Truth."
Hearing this, Shen Qingzhu was slightly stunned, as if remembering something. "An Qingyu?"
…
"Damn it!! These monsters, do they just never stop dying?!"
In the ruins of London, several knights stumbled off their twisted and wrecked motorcycles, gripping their Western swords, backs pressed against each other.
Above their heads, over a hundred Migos circled rapidly like a pink cloud, their sharp shrieks nearly tearing apart the knights' eardrums.
Originally, the knight brigade had three or four dozen members. Within just a few minutes, only a sparse dozen or so remained, the rest killed or wounded. Even though they had desperately slain an equal number of Migos, it was still merely a small portion of the overwhelming pink tide before them.
Watching those Migos' writhing heads descending constantly from the sky, unprecedented despair blossomed in everyone's hearts.
Someone's hand holding a sword even trembled, and the blade clattered to the ground with a crisp ring.
"Pick up your sword!" Among the dozen knights with their backs against each other, blood-soaked Tyler roared, "If even we give up resistance, who's supposed to protect Lady Saint?! Even if we die! We must die honorably in battle!"
The pale-faced knight gritted his teeth and bent down to pick up the Western sword on the ground. Just as he rose, the numerous Migos above seemed to spot an opening, letting out a sharp shriek and swooping down one after another!
Against that overwhelming pink tide, the dozen knights' figures seemed insignificant beyond measure.
At that moment, from the void in the distance, a gray figure with six wings on its back slowly materialized… squinting its eyes, unhurriedly raising its palm—
SMACK—!
The crisp sound of a finger snap echoed before the tide of Migos.