Survival: King Picking Game

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Glensorge snorted coldly, and the wings behind him suddenly opened.

The ominous feathers with the aura of death fluttered down.

"So, let me take your life—"

Although Lord Black Wing didn't mind being regarded as Zhu Yue's servant at all, it was naturally intolerable for humans to compare such a noble ancestor of the Dead Apostles to a lowly dog.

Hei Ji was thinking about whether to continue to join hands with her sister to stop Zhu Yue, or to kill Lord Black Wing together with the people of the Holy Church - the latter is obviously easier and can also weaken the opponent's opponent to the greatest extent. fighting power.

...But to be honest, she really didn't want to stand with a crazy woman.

Even if they will be companions now and in the future, this kind of murderer probably won't pay attention to the lives of his companions at all.

But soon, she won't have to think about it anymore.

——"Then, Your Highness Ji Jun, let me fight with you."

Another voice fell from the sky.

Compared with the raven-like sharp and hoarse voice of the black-winged male, the voice of the newly-appeared ancestor of the dead is calm and elegant.

...However, when Eltruchi heard this voice, she couldn't help raising her eyebrows in disgust.

The so-called "enemies meet, especially jealous."That's probably the case.

"... Tevem, so it's you."

Hei Ji's expression was cold.

"I didn't expect that one day you would fight side by side with Glensorge. It was beyond my expectation."

"Your Excellency Glensorge and I are now under the command of our lord. Compared with the great achievements of His Majesty Zhu Yue, the personal grievances and grievances of my subjects are naturally insignificant."

Bai Yigong said with a smile

He looked at the blond girl next to Erte Luci with some deep meaning.

"It's better to say that the cooperation between you and your sister surprised me even more. This is the first time I saw you like this..."

"..."

Eltruchi fell from the air to the ground without saying a word.

"Very well, that should be the last time you see him."

she said with a sneer.

"Since you came to stop me, you must be mentally prepared to die... Okay, I will satisfy you."

……

"...there are so many of them."

On the boundless field, a gust of wind suddenly blew up——

Lorelia's figure appeared on the spot.

She stares silently at the horizon ahead

—There, the Land Legion of the Dead Apostles was gathering.

And the one who led them was one of the rare women among the 27 ancestors of the Dead Apostles who had countless rumors.

——Rita Rozayen

A lady who calls herself an artist.Having one among the Dead Apostles is also considered a special hobby.

A hedonist who can do whatever he wants, but perhaps because his nature is extremely distorted, he cannot be satisfied at all and is constantly dominated by "boring".

She is the second-generation ancestor who officially inherited the castle from the Dead Apostle as a blood relative. A typical aristocratic vampire. This is a very common way of inheritance among the Dead Apostle, but it is considered too normal in the "27 ancestors" where monsters come out in large numbers. up.

"...It seems that the other party has no intention of stopping."

Lorelia gripped the whip tightly in her hand.

"Then, before that - let's crush you all!"

Silent figures in burqas emerged behind her.Their footsteps and movements are in unison, like a cold tide, quietly engulfing the earth.

They don't feel pain, and they don't have self-will. They are far more like real fighters than most magicians, and they are called E's brigade.

"Come on, let these rotten monsters see the courage and perseverance of the living, and tell them who this world belongs to!"

She gave a soft drink, and pointed the whip at the opposite side——

"...This, seems a bit difficult?"

Cang Qicheng stood on a high cliff, frowning slightly looking at the river below.

But that is not the real river water in nature——

...It seems to be some kind of strange state that has no entity and has turned into a fluid shape.

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