Viktor was currently helpless. Not only was he badly wounded and tired, but he was also affected by the divine skill's drawback.
As he powerlessly looked at the dozens of raging creatures running at him, one thought ran through his mind.
'I'm f**ked, aren't I?'
It was not as if he had accepted that he would meet his end today; he really could not do anything. It would still be difficult for him even if he was still in his best state, much less in his current one.
However, while he was lying on the white snow mentally bracing himself for whatever might come, knights in shining armor came to his rescue.
Literally.
'F**k, am I hallucinating now?'
A distance away from where he was, a group of knights wearing what appeared to be chainmail under their white robe rushed toward him. On their robe was a large red cross, and as all 12 of them dashed toward him with their swords raised into the air, the foremost knight leading them shouted.
"By the grace of God! Destroy them all!"
