Because I'm too afraid of being unlucky, I'm all lucky.

All over the mountains and plains, there are endless living dead, and the well-dressed Protestants mixed in.

"Hahahaha—what a wonderful night, a feast is about to begin, how can we not have delicious food?"

One of the men in red, with his long hair blown into a ponytail, was laughing frantically amidst the frenzy of the living dead.

What greeted him was the attack of Joan of Arc, and spears of holy light descended from the sky to punish these dirty sinners.

She was not aiming at this man. Wherever the Holy Light shines, all Protestants are her targets.

These Protestants must not be allowed near the Holy City!

The knights might be able to deal with these living dead who were polluted by sorcery. Any one of these Protestants who possessed the power of demons entered the city, blood would flow into rivers.

Screams, howls, and wild laughter, along with the river of blood flowing from the corpses of Protestants and the living dead, constituted a picture of hell.

In this painting, Joan of Arc, who is as holy as a god, rains down spears of light in the sky to purge evil, but the crazy will on the ground is distorted like a substance, like a big hand reaching out to the sky, trying to pull that holiness away. into the abyss.

After a burst of attacks, Joan had to stop to catch her breath. All these years of fighting had exhausted her, and her strength was of course no longer at its peak. Now it was only at the ninth level of strength, and she had no staying power.

It was just a wave of attacks, and she had to continue to overdraw her life to recover.

The smoke and dust dissipated, and the "lucky" living dead continued to get up and move forward, staggering and running in the bloody swamp.

To Joan's surprise and shock, the man in red who was laughing wildly at the place where many of her attacks gathered was standing there unscathed.

No, it can't be said to be unscathed.

"Shut up—"

The man in red licked the blood that flowed to his mouth. There was a wound on his left face, but he was recovering at a speed visible to the naked eye.

"Is this the saint from the old days?"

His eyes lit up and he looked wild, like a rapacious ghost seeing bread.

"It really excites me!"

His body was trembling, trembling with excitement, and the robe underneath was swollen.

Holding his head with both hands, twisting wildly, it seems that this can make him "calm down"

As if the feeling was not enough, he put his fingers into his mouth again and bit down one by one. There was a toothache sound, and the blood flowed down, some were swallowed in the mouth, and some dripped to the ground.

A pair of eyeballs kept turning up and down, left and right, and the tips of her hair trembled like electricity, and her soul almost reached an orgasm.

"Ah-ah-ah-my god has decreed me!"

"Ah-ah-my god, my god!"

"Ah—is it a pity to eat it directly..."

He was like a clown on a stage, talking crazily to himself, and finally fell into calm again, slowly lowering his hands, looking at Joan of Arc in the air, his eyes froze.

Nausea.

This is the only feeling that Joan feels now, and then she forcibly overdraws and launches another attack, and countless spears shoot at the man in red.

This time the man in red didn't have the slightest intention of avoiding it, he let those divine spears penetrate him, and in the wilderness, he was stuck like a hedgehog and strung on the ground.

But what is surprising is that the man in red did not die, but moved his body extremely calmly, regardless of his limbs being pierced and torn off.

In the state of being inserted into the air, he performed a gentleman's etiquette.

"Gluttony Sin Archbishop, Rose Kangtai, has met Her Majesty the Holy Maiden."

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Chapter 610 The Terrifying Sin Archbishop

Seeing this scene, Joan of Arc frowned uncontrollably.

She has killed many Protestants in these years of wars, but most of them are mediocre, and the strongest can't reach the level of the fairyland in the past.

Although Protestants claim to be immortal, they are usually sent away in a wave of attacks under the holy light of the great prophecy. This is the first time she has seen a guy who is still "alive and alive" after being pierced by spears like rain.

When the other party announced her name, her heart tightened. Looking at the vast army of monsters, she felt that she might not be able to do well today.

Archbishop of Sin, this is a word spread among Protestants, the rebel army led by Joan of Arc has never seen a real "person"

"It hurts...it hurts...it hurts—"

The Bishop of Gluttony on the ground forcefully broke free from the spear stand. His whole body should have been torn apart, but the body like a rag did not fall apart.

This crazy guy screamed in pain, but his expression seemed to be in supreme enjoyment, his eyes were gurgling, and his body was also twisting like a goat.

Until a living dead passed by him, his right hand, which should not be able to be lifted, stretched out, grabbed the neck of the living dead and pulled it towards him, opening his mouth to the extreme against common sense.

"Kacha——haha..."

Like a hungry ghost on the dining table, it gnaws without any image, and every time it opens and closes, it takes away a large piece of flesh and blood from the living dead.

He didn't stop until the upper body of the living dead was almost devoured, and threw the half of the living dead away like throwing garbage.

The left half of the face of the living dead, the empty one eye opened wide, was facing Joan of Arc in mid-air.

Immediately afterwards, Luo Kangtai's body trembled, and the original riddled body was quickly repaired as if time went backwards, and it stood there completely in less than two seconds, except for the teacher in red with only a few rags left. The robe showed that he had been penetrated, as if nothing had happened.

Joan of course didn't want to watch this disgusting guy recover like this, but the pressure of the undead army on the holy city was too great!

She underestimated the attack tonight. Protestants were mixed in the army of the living dead, and all of them were "elites" who needed to be dispatched to wipe out the army in the past!

The knights on the top of the city used bows and arrows and stones to shoot or smash the living dead one by one, but they could not destroy their bodies.

Those Protestants with smiles on their faces just walked leisurely, stepping on the bones of the living dead, stepping towards the top of the city in a leisurely manner.

In just a few seconds, casualties have already begun to appear in the holy city.

No matter how good the discipline, how firm the belief, how strong the will, in the face of extraordinary power, mortals are ultimately just mortals.

A Protestant had just strangled a knight's neck with the tentacles growing out of his arm. Feeling the terrified eyes of the people around him looking at him, the faint sense of panic and despair made him take a deep breath.

"What a wonderful taste."

He felt that the strength in his body was a little stronger, and that must be God's reward for his performance.

"Boom-"

However, the next moment, a slight cloud of smoke rose, and a spear of holy light fell from the sky, pinning him to death on the top of the city.

Joan of Arc felt like a tinkerer now, always paying attention to the situation at the top of the city, and she had to solve the gaps opened as soon as possible.

If it wasn't for the fact that Lancelot still has some combat power to fill the gap, the holy city has already been broken.

break open?

She glanced at the city walls that were built from ruins, and these walls couldn't stop the extraordinary...

If any Protestants wanted to, they could have used that evil force to blow the walls down, but they didn't.

It's just approaching slowly, climbing to the top of the city step by step, and massacring those loyal soldiers. The process of massacre is not slow.

You can see how intoxicated the Protestant was just now. For them, this is just a killing game, not a siege game.

"Beautiful Miss Saint, have you forgotten something?"

Suddenly, a whisper came from Joan's ear, and there was a creepy gloom and madness in the tone without ups and downs.

A wall of light appeared beside Joan of Arc, and she immediately separated herself from the enemy, and opened a distance, cautiously looking at the devil who claimed to be the priest of gluttony.

Rosconte was half-hunted, with his hands drooping, floating in the air, his eyes staring straight at Joan of Arc, and the corners of his mouth were filled with mixed liquid.

He had just nibbled on his finger again, and the crunching sound, and the blood dripping from beneath him, indicated what he was chewing on.

"Ah—ah—my god, my god, I can't help it, I'm guilty, I'm guilty!"

"Can't you eat it? Can't you eat it?..."

He was talking frantically to himself, but he didn't know if he was asking questions to his heart, or to that evil god.

After a long period of self-examination, he covered his face with his hands with broken fingers, and kept tearing his scalp and face, and the fingers with nails slashed the blood on his face.

In the end, he stopped, scratched his eyelids with both hands, and murmured with tears of blood, "...can... eat it?"

Then he lowered his head and looked at himself suspiciously. His lower body had completely disappeared, and the remaining upper body was also being pierced by countless golden needles, as if to destroy all his units.

Of course Joan of Arc would not watch this lunatic indulge in self-indulgence, taking advantage of the gap between assisting in the defense of the holy city, to continuously attack Rose Conte.

But the more he attacked her, the heavier his heart became. It seemed that this guy couldn't feel the pain at all. Even though most of his body was destroyed, he was still immersed in his own world.

When the other party looked up at her again, Joan's heart also felt a little chilly.

In the next moment, the holy light golden needle on Luo Kangtai's body suddenly disappeared. In the moment when Joan was in a trance, a sense of crisis rose, and a cold and damp feeling hit the back of her neck.

To hide!

But because of the long-term overdraw, her magic power is running out, even if the overdrawn life is boosted again, it is too late for her to control the space magic.

This is also a common problem of magic and her big prophecy. It is more to use the natural magic resonance to complete various magic spells, but there is no such thing in the land abandoned by the gods!

It's over, it's too late!

She looked towards the top of the city from the corner of her eyes, saw that face full of fright and anger, and wanted to show a smile at the end, but how could such a thing be done in this ten-thousandth of a second?

"boom--"

The expected attack did not come. Instead, there was a loud bang. Rose Kangtai was shot down to the ground, and the shock wave buried a large number of living dead.

"Rosconte... You bastard, have you forgotten my God's will?"

Chapter 610 The purpose of the sixth bloody battle is unknown

Joan of Arc was shocked, and quickly retreated in response, away from the source of the unknown voice.

Looking back, I saw a purple-haired man wearing a black robe and holding a book of black teachings.

"What arrogance it is to forget the will of my God in order to satisfy my own selfish desires!"

The man looked gloomyly at the place where the smoke and dust rose from the ground, and he had no scruples about Joan of Arc who had raised his strength again and was about to attack him.

"The god said, there should be a cage to imprison the disrespectful in the sacred place before the imperial court..."

Joan raised her hand and was about to make a move to the new man. Even though the man did not introduce himself, she could guess from his tone and his ability to knock Rose Kangtai away that he was another archbishop of sin.

After previous experience, she thought that these weird devils were difficult to kill, so she gave up the idea of ​​killing with one blow, and instead wanted to control the opponent.

But before the chanting was halfway through, a pair of cold hands stroked her cheeks, making her heart cold as well.

"Ah~ What an outstanding creation this is. Even though it looks old, it exudes an irresistible charm. I really want someone to take it down and play with it as my new collection~"

A seductive and charming voice sounded, like a dancing girl with no shirt behind a veil plucking at people's heartstrings. A pair of jade hands wanted to caress downwards, but Joan of Arc's person disappeared.

Joan looked in amazement at the woman who appeared beside her silently just now. It was a woman wearing a purple X-shaped robe, literally X-shaped, because it didn't cover anything except some important parts. .

The woman had long black hair, and her pink eyes looked at Joan affectionately, or rather at that face, revealing a trace of longing.

Three... High Sin Archbishops!

Joan of Arc was cold all over, and there was only one person she could find a way to deal with, at least until tomorrow, and it would not be a problem to wait for Henry Zhang's seal to be lifted.

But now, the sinful priest she had never seen before, unexpectedly, at this delicate time tonight, three of them appeared at the same time.

This is a coincidence?Or was it a premeditated attack, in order to eliminate the last force of the rebel army?

But why tonight?Obviously, as long as tomorrow comes, everything will be fine.

"Ah—my hand—"

"Jose, my good brother, please kill me!"

"Captain...survive..."

"Die—you bloody devils, go to hell...Hahaha, captain, look, I just killed a Protestant..."

"The second team is withdrawn, the third team is on top, and the loopholes are filled!"

"Don't be afraid of death or injury, stand up for me, there are still women and children in the city!"

"..."

Wails, cries, and roars echoed in the dark night that should have been silent.

Every moment on the top of the city, a large number of undead fell, and a large number of knights were injured and died. The commanders of the various holy guards were in a state of anxiety. Seeing the soldiers they brought up one after another died under the hands of those devils, they wished The first to rush up.

But they can't. If they usually go out to lead a team to explore, the commanders who encounter the Protestants' temper may take the lead.