536 Brewing: Part 3

"Wait until I can summon the Armor of Dawn, the power of the holy light would isolate everything, boosting the strength of protection by several times! The mere thought of it makes me feel invincible already!" Falcon thought to himself as he flicked the sticky stuff off his hand.

Patrol-clerics like them were akin to tanks in human shape. Average monsters were of no threat to them.

He seemed to have heard some rustling noise suddenly. "What the heck is it?" He looked to one side, and he was rooted to the spot.

Outside the holy city, in a piece of ruins covered in black mist, came a black stream with its tail stretching into infinity, rushing toward the defense zone. 

Falcon could feel the earth shaking slightly under his feet as he scanned the area to his left and right. The black stream was everywhere.

"What the heck is that?"

In the black mist, the black stream seemed to devour every monster and physical things on its path as it came.