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

But in today's situation, once the command system is momentarily paralyzed, there will be an irreparable defeat. Once the Protestants and the living dead flood into the city, the scene is unimaginable!

Henry Zhang saw several knights who were not far from him die in battle, the youngest of whom looked no more than 16 years old.

The boy fell to the ground after his chest was torn apart by the sharp claws of the Protestants. Instead of dying immediately, he turned his body vigorously and looked in the direction of Henry Zhang.

A pair of originally bright eyes gradually lost their spirit, and the final emotion was a little bit of reluctance and regret.

Henry Zhang knew that what the young man wanted to see was not him, but some people in this city.

Maybe it's his mother, maybe his wife, maybe his younger siblings, or his family members.

Zhang Xuansheng walked through the only real world, and he thought that he had already seen all the things in the world of mortals, and gradually became a "qualified" immortal cultivator.

But now he finds that he still can't stay out of it. Anger and sadness hang over the battlefield, eroding his soul, and even the 24-hour Rubik's Cube can't isolate that force.

He can't sit alone on a high platform like a "qualified" fairy, because he is on the battlefield.

Every minute and every second, there is blood swaying around him, and fresh life dies.

Of course, the protection of his luck for the soldiers in the holy city is effective. There are always various coincidences that can help some soldiers escape, and the Protestants and the army of the living dead will also encounter bad luck.

But there are still a large number of soldiers dying, just like Zhang Xuansheng once cracked some restrictions, as long as the probability is not zero, he can succeed.

But now facing absolute power, the death rate of some soldiers is one...

Zhang Xuansheng wanted to comfort himself like this, but in fact he knew that was not the case. If the people on the field were replaced by Qiuqiu, even if Qiuqiu had no cultivation base, he would not be injured by these Protestants.

Just like God Mihail poured down the sky with absolute power before, but he didn't let the ball see blood, and the way of avoiding it was so outrageous that there were spatial fluctuations.

To put it bluntly, in fact, deep down in his heart, he didn't really care about these people, and he didn't have an invisible bond. Even if luck was blessed, it was limited.

Thinking about it this way, Henry Zhang felt that he might be quite cold-blooded.

But it's damn realistic, and deep down in his heart, he certainly doesn't have a strong concern for unfamiliar strangers.

But it was such strangers who fell beside him one by one, which made him strangely angry.

"Huh? You're not dead?"

The black mist released by a Protestant surged past, several soldiers were corroded and fell down, and the black mist dissipated. He saw Zhang Xuansheng standing there intact, tilting his head in some doubts.

"You can call your companions to try it together."

Henry Zhang said indifferently that he has very little interference in reality now, and he is no different from ordinary people, but if he can attract some hatred, it is good to attract firepower.

It's a bit embarrassing, but he has no better way now.

After several verifications, he found that there was no such thing as "Heavenly Dao" blessing him kneeling and licking him in the Creation God Realm, which also confirmed some of his previous conjectures.

The way of heaven also recognizes people.

Maybe Tiandao of Chuangshen Realm was once a male god?

In the air, Joan was a little lucky to escape several attacks. She felt the mystery of this, but she didn't feel the slightest sense of security in her heart.

Because she knew that although Henry Zhang had the blessing of luck, there were also those few major crime bishops in front of her who didn't seriously intend to kill herself at all.

She didn't know why, but she knew from the words of the man in the black robe before that it seemed that the evil god didn't want Protestants to kill her.

So what is their purpose?

Chapter 610 The Burning Old Knight

The battle at the top of the city became more and more fierce, and Protestants everywhere boarded the top of the city and started killing.

In the sky outside the city, Joan of Arc looked coldly at the three archbishops, who were in a confrontation and did not dare to be distracted.

It's not that she regrets her life, but she understands that if she falls now, no one in the holy city can survive today except Henry Zhang.

After several waves of tentative attacks, she roughly understood the strength of the High Sin Archbishop. The strength of the attack method alone was similar to hers, but each ability was weird and extremely difficult to kill.

She originally thought that the perverted recovery ability was unique to the Bishop of the Great Sin of Gluttony, but after she cut off an arm of the bishop who claimed to be the Bishop of Lust, and the other party regenerated in seconds, her heart sank to the bottom of the valley.

She couldn't be beaten and couldn't be killed, and she couldn't be exhausted. It was a desperate situation.

The wailing of the soldiers dying on the top of the city has been stimulating her nerves, making her extremely anxious.

"What's your purpose?"

Joan said coldly, looking at the three archbishops who surrounded her.

Three against one, even if she is "lucky" now, it cannot be said that her life is not in danger at all.

If the other party takes advantage of that perverted recovery ability to win each other with death, it may not be a problem to replace her, but these criminal bishops in front of them don't seem to be in a hurry at all.

"Purpose? Don't you understand until now~"

Laura, the priest of lust and crime, licked her lips and said seductively.

shhhhh--

Three spears of light shot towards the top of the city. It was Joan who found a gap to attack the Protestants at the top of the city.

But there was a sound of puffing into the flesh, and the light spear was stopped by Luo Kangtai. Seeing the spear piercing into the body trembling uncontrollably, he didn't know whether it was because of the pain or something else, and his face twisted.

"Ah—there are so many delicacies below, is this a cruel test from my God?"

Luo Kangtai turned his head 180 degrees and looked at the city below, full of hunger and thirst.

"Snapped--"

Accompanied by the sound of the book being closed, Joan of Arc felt an unprecedented pressure, and almost fell from the sky, barely maintaining her figure, but it was difficult to raise her head.

"It's arrogant to confront us and dare to be distracted."

Didier, the arrogant Archbishop of Sins, had gloomy eyes.

"Why, are you worried about other people?"

Lust joked that they are occupying an absolute advantage, so naturally they are not in a hurry.

Joan of Arc didn't reply, thinking about the way to break the situation, she was really worried that there were other mortal archbishops.

It is said that there are seven major crime bishops in total, and today's attack was definitely planned for a long time, even if all seven major crime bishops arrived, she would not be surprised at all.

Could it be that the hole card left by the Pope can only be used?

But if all the big crimes are committed by the priests, is the hole card really useful?

This is also where Joan of Arc is hesitating now.

"Tsk tsk—look what I found? Ah~ is this my god's guidance? There is such a handsome man waiting here, it must be a meeting of fate~"

While thinking, Jeanne found that Laura was gone. She turned her eyes and found that Laura had already appeared at the top of the city.

If a Protestant at the level of the Archbishop of Sin sets foot on the top of the city, it is very likely that all the knights will be wiped out in an instant!

But what made her even more angry was that the lustful bitch actually appeared beside Henry Zhang. Several Protestants were launching futile attacks on Henry Zhang, and they did not expect the appearance of the Bishop of Sin.

When the attack was about to hit her, a large number of bone spurs suddenly extended from her back, piercing several Protestants in an instant, and retracted in an instant.

Fresh blood was flowing, and a few drops of bright red hit her face. She stroked it with jade-like fingers, and applied it on her lips, making her look extraordinarily enchanting and gorgeous.

"You are in the way."

She said lightly, and then looked at the man in front of her obsessively, what kind of creation is this?

If it is said that when she first met Joan of Arc, she wished to take the other person's face as her own and change her face after regaining her youth, then she wanted to take the man in front of her as her confinement.

The man just glanced at her indifferently, and there was a gurgling stream dripping from below, falling to the ground and mixing with the river of blood, the air exuded the smell of obscenity and blood.

"Sir, can you have dinner with me?"

In this environment full of killing sounds, Laura stepped on the muddy bones and made an untimely invitation.

"roll."

Henry Zhang just responded lightly.

He also didn't try to betray his lust to instigate rebellion, because he knew that these Protestants were absolutely loyal to the evil god, and their way of thinking could not be judged by common sense.

Laura, instead of being angry after hearing Henry Zhang's words, seemed even more excited, her face was flushed, and she wanted to reach out and touch the man in front of her.

"boom--"

With a loud noise, the area at the top of the city became empty again, and Laura was blown away to nowhere.

This made Joan of Arc, who was so angry that she was about to forcibly overdraw her life shuttle, also stunned for a while, looking at the old man standing beside Xuansheng Zhang, whose crimson fighting spirit soared into the sky like the sky.

"Bitch, dare to touch such a noble person with your dirty hands?"

Lancelot breathed out lightly, his whole body was bathed in the red fighting energy, his old armor was washed away by the fighting energy, the rust faded, and it became radiant.

He saluted Henry Zhang respectfully, then rose into the air, and immediately repelled the two sinful priests who surrounded Joan of Arc.

"Lancelot...you..."

Seeing this scene, Joan was speechless.

"Rather than spend the rest of your life in regret, it is better to burn at this moment."

The strong wind blew Lancelot's old white hair. He used his fighting spirit to push Joan back, like an old lion staring at a wild deer, and looked at several archbishops who stood up not far away.

"Go back quickly and use what the Pope left behind."

Seeing Joan froze in place, Lancelot instructed with his back to her.

"But you..."

Joan of Arc's words were interrupted, and Lancelot slashed forward with a storm of flames, forcing back the culprits.

"No, but...Little Joan...You know, your uncle and I are a war madman, and in the end...won't you let me have a good time?"

After saying that, he mobilized his fighting spirit and forced Joan back to the city.

"Okay, let me see, how are these humble mice going to escape?"

The grudge on Lancelot's body became brighter and brighter, even his white hair gradually turned into the dazzling golden color of the past, the wrinkles on his face gradually smoothed out, and his spirit seemed to have reached its peak.

But Joan of Arc, who was already in tears when she landed on the top of the wall, knew that it was a sign of returning light. Lancelot just chose to overdraw all his remaining lives in exchange for a short-term increase in strength.

"It's so ironic... If I squander my old life, can't I feel the feeling of returning to the top..."

Lancelot murmured in his heart, his strength has climbed to the tenth level now!

Chapter 610: The Pope's Second Hand

In the city, Joan of Arc had no time to feel the sadness, and entered the city quickly without even saying hello to Henry Zhang.

She was clear about Lancelot's intentions, and the fight would be fruitless.

The three chief sinners kept her from getting out, and the other party even had the strength to massacre the soldiers on the top of the city.

When the living dead and the Protestant army invade the city, it will be a tragedy on earth!

More than half of the soldiers on the top of the city had been killed or injured. Facing the endless legion of undead, such consumption was meaningless.

The enchantment must be opened, the last backhand left by the Pope.

Find the Holy Crystal and activate it!

A golden light rose from the city, and the brilliance sprinkled down like a parabola. It was a thin film that was slowly covering the holy city.

"Lancelot, come back!"

Joan shouted anxiously, she used magic power to maintain the barrier in the air, temporarily unable to move.

Outside the city, Lancelot once again repelled several archbishops, and the stumps flew all over the sky. He heard Joan's cry, but he didn't turn his head.

"It's as tenacious as a bug."

Lancelot looked at the archbishops who got up from the bones, and said coldly.

The last trace of luck in my heart also dissipated. The reason why the Pope left behind has not been used is because blindly defending is hopeless.

Rather than saying that it was the backhand of a desperate comeback, it is better to say that it was a helpless delay.

The defensive barrier is not unstoppable, its strength is determined by the magic power of the host. With Joan of Arc's current situation, the barrier cannot last long in the face of the attacks of the three culprits.

So he can't retreat, even if he can't kill these culprit bishops, he will hurt their vitality and delay for a while.

Beside the city head, a golden film fell, and a living dead man staggered up to the city head. When he walked by, his upper body touched the film, and with a thud, it turned into steam, and his lower body staggered and fell down.

Some of the ordinary Protestants were evaporated by the swept golden light, and some clever ones seized the opportunity and retreated.