Infinite Hextech, I roam freely across the heavens.

The drawbacks of darkness were minimized, and the open fields dozens of meters outside the city were illuminated as clearly as daytime.

But so what?

For Meng Li, a slight advantage is enough.

With the greatsword he had captured slung over his back, he raised the shield he had seized during the day and looked at the city with a slightly narrowed gaze.

The next second, like a cheetah, he dashed towards the city like a shadow.

From a normal person's perspective, the time chosen for a night raid is either 2 a.m., when the night is deepest, or when dawn is breaking and people are most relaxed.

But Meng Li did the opposite.

Anyone who has used the secret medicine, even a semi-finished product, can have physical abilities comparable to elite soldiers.

Rather than choosing times when they are more wary, it is better to launch an attack after nightfall, just as they have lit their torches.

hum! ! !

Invisible waves were drawn in the air.

Meng Li's figure was as fast as a hawk hunting its prey. Even with heavy equipment on his back, he covered a distance of several hundred meters in just a few seconds.

But the other party's reaction speed was equally fast.

When Meng Li was still hundreds of meters away from the city, the enemy reacted. With the sound of buzzing horns, a rain of arrows instantly covered the sky.

Unfortunately, the darkness ultimately affected their perception.

If it were daytime, Meng Li estimated he would have to face two or three waves of arrows. But now, thanks to the cover of darkness, he gained a few more seconds and was already close to the city wall before the arrows finally rained down on him.

Boom!

A series of muffled thuds echoed from the iron shield in Meng Li's hand.

After being modified by the secret medicine, the archers who shot the arrows would have been top-notch marksmen in ancient times, but even so, their strength still limited their performance.

In Meng Li's view, the rain of arrows in front of him seemed impeccable, but in reality, there were many flaws in the gaps, which were just difficult for ordinary people to grasp.

But Meng Li was different. He moved left and right as if dancing in a rain of arrows. Countless arrows passed through his body, but in the end, they were just afterimages.

Occasionally, when arrows were unavoidable, Meng Li would simply parry them lightly and block them with her shield.

Boom boom boom!

The city bells rang, and Meng Li seemed to feel the earth tremble.

Although they were only separated by a wall, he could still feel the tremors coming from the other side of the city wall.

An army?

Even though he had only killed a knight, Meng Li felt like he had stirred up a hornet's nest. Even if he was the Pope's illegitimate son, Meng Li did not think that the other party would send an army to deal with him.

Such an unusual situation must mean that the other party knows something.

"Did he know I was from another world?"

A series of thoughts flashed through Meng Li's mind, but he quickly dismissed them. Finally, his thoughts gradually settled on this one idea.

But he still didn't quite understand.

Ultimately, aside from his talent, he was no different from an ordinary person before. Even if the other party knew he was from another world, they shouldn't have been so serious.

But it doesn't matter.

The game is over!

Bricks and stones flew off the white walls. Meng Li nimbly dodged the oil grenades thrown by the soldiers. In just a few seconds, she stepped through the barely perceptible gaps in the white wall and flew onto the city wall as if it were weightless.

"kill!"

Someone roared and launched an attack on Meng Li.

It was clear that the Pope valued him highly; the soldiers on the city wall were not ordinary people, but rather a group of believers in the secret medicine.

However, there were no perfect elixir knights among them, but rather groups of unfinished products.

Some of them were bulky but strong, some had eyes as sharp as eagles, and others were petite but incredibly agile.

But for Meng Li, facing these unfinished products, he felt no pressure whatsoever. Even when facing the opponent's strongest point, he could absolutely crush them.

He gripped the giant sword on his back, and a terrifying hurricane of flesh and blood erupted on the city wall.

Neither heavily armored soldiers nor archers could get within three meters of him; the sword light emanating from his greatsword would shatter their bodies upon mere contact.

Despite the intense battle, Meng Li not only did not feel tired, but seemed to be handling the situation with increasing ease.

Ashes drifted in the air with the wind, and clusters of blood-red light gathered into Meng Li's body like raindrops.

"Physical Fitness +0.2, Physical Fitness +0.5..."

After midnight, he drew a natural number again.

And this time the number is -49!!!

Compared to yesterday's numbers being three times higher, the basic absorption has increased fiftyfold. Even though he is only a semi-finished secret medicine soldier who is stronger than an ordinary person, the improvement he receives is quite considerable.

One thousand, or two thousand?

Meng Li's original greatsword had long been chipped and nicked, but he didn't care. It was as if he was wielding a large piece of iron. Even without any sharp edge, he could turn the surrounding soldiers into blood mist just by striking them with force.

Meng Li cleaned up faster and faster. Perhaps sensing Meng Li's abnormality, the ordinary soldiers in front of him began to slowly retreat.

Instead, there were hundreds of warriors clad in white armor.

Each of them was more robust than the knights who had fought Meng Li before, and the killing intent emanating from their very bones made the air grow cold and still.

Meng Li stopped what she was doing.

He didn't look at the knightly order that looked extraordinary, but instead turned his gaze to the old man standing on the platform behind the knights.

He wore light gold armor, unlike the knights, and had an aged face with a white beard, looking to be in his sixties or seventies.

But for the first time, a look of seriousness appeared in Meng Li's eyes.

A sense of crisis.

Although it wasn't strong, it did actually appear.

"You're the Pope?"

Meng Li asked.

Seeing that the other party had no intention of continuing, Meng Li also stopped what she was doing.

Before the battle, he didn't mind engaging in some verbal sparring to see if he could glean some information.

It seemed that they had realized Meng Li's purpose.

The old man standing on the platform looked down at him as if he were an ant.

"I am the Lord's shepherd among men, heretic. Your existence was foreseen by the Lord, and your existence will surely perish."

"Crush him!"

Golden rays of light fell from the air, and in the blink of an eye, Meng Li realized that the aura of the knights in front of him had increased more than just a little.

"What the hell?"

Meng Li's pupils contracted slightly.

This was the first time he had directly experienced extraordinary power, let alone in a dungeon where he had never expected to encounter such power.

But he quickly regained his composure.

Power is absolute justice.

Justice will prevail.

Feeling the power surging within his body, Meng Li naturally knew.

I am certain of victory!

boom!

The white stone slabs underfoot were shattered and scattered.