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

After the last gap disappeared, the city was once again silent, except for the depressing sound of howling.

Outside the city, the shock wave of the battle between Lancelot and several archbishops of the great crime caused heat waves to hit the city wall one after another, like waves hitting a rock.

The soldiers didn't have to fight any more, and they sat down on the ground one after another. The holy city was temporarily safe, but no one cheered.

The knights braced their bodies and watched the battle outside the city. It was His Excellency the Knight Commander they had never seen before.

So young, so powerful, and so pathetic.

Wave after wave of living dead and Protestants were crushed into powder by Lancelot's vindictiveness, but under the order of the Archbishop of Sin, an endless tide surged up again.

Henry Zhang silently watched the knight fighting recklessly, thinking of the voice transmission that the other party had sent to him in front of him.

"Master Xuansheng, I will leave it to you in the future."

boom

There was another onslaught of attacks, but those chief criminals climbed up again like Xiaoqiang who couldn't be beaten to death.

Henry Zhang reached out and touched the hairy ball on his shoulder, sighing silently.

"Why don't you burn it right now?"

But he couldn't even burn at the moment.

In his eyes, the "resurrection" trick of those chief crime priests can be seen roughly, not because those guys are really powerful, but because of some kind of contract concluded with the evil god.

Without a very high level of power to cut off the root, these guys can recover infinitely.

It is not even known whether Lancelot's attack on the archbishops of great crimes can consume them, because these Protestants did not obtain extraordinary powers with spiritual power at all.

The power that tends to them is something more sinister.

As time passed by every minute and every second, the real knight roared and roared, his fighting skills turned the outside of the city into a sea of ​​flames, and the eyes of the people in the city lit up.

But Zhang Xuansheng could feel that Lancelot's power was weakening. The users of grudge and magic were not good at lasting, and the power brought by burning life was even more short-lived.

"Your strength seems to have weakened."

The priest of lust and crime stood up again, and stroked his naked chest with his hands, the burns left by his fighting spirit just now disappeared.

"Ah, I'm so hungry, is this okay? Can this be eaten?"

Rose Kangtai's mouth was pressed against the ground, and his body was arched. When he spoke, his mouth opened and closed, and mud and bones mixed into his mouth.

"It's arrogance for one person to leave behind. You will pay the price for your arrogance."

The Archbishop of Pride and Sin is in rags, only the black book of doctrine in his hand is intact.

They had just received a slash from Lancelot together, and realized that the old knight was running out of energy.

There was also a riot in the city.

"Jose, what are you doing!?"

"I'm going to help Lord Knight Commander!"

A young knight quarreled with the officer.

"You are going to die!"

"I know, but it's also good to help Lord Knight delay a second longer."

"Stop, this enchantment is two-way, and you will end up the same as those Protestants when you encounter it!"

""

The young knight was silent, he couldn't let the saint take the risk to open the barrier.

"Don't think about it, this sacred object left by the Pope is a one-off, and the enchantment is complete and irreversible."

""

Such dialogues appeared in various squads, and many knights watched helplessly that the knight commander they admired was fighting alone outside, but they were helpless.

This sense of powerlessness and humiliation made them wish they had died in the tragic battle just now.

"Master Xuansheng, can Lord Knight defeat those Protestants?"

Marcie, who was covered in blood, came to Henry Zhang. She broke an arm in the battle just now, but fortunately she was still able to breathe. At this time, she looked at Henry Zhang with some hope in her eyes.

""

Henry Zhang shook his head, did not speak, but quietly watched the man outside the city shouting to kill.

The mood of the people around them suddenly became depressed. Could it be that they just watched the Knight Commander die in battle like this?

The sound of puff puff was still ringing, and some Protestants had already driven the living dead around the battlefield to the edge of the city, trying to attack the barrier.

Every living dead person was vaporized by the golden light the moment they touched the barrier, and the Protestants also began to attack the barrier from a distance with extraordinary power.

The night is long, until dawn.

The first ray of sunshine came down from the sky, but the people in the city did not feel warm.

On the battlefield full of gunpowder smoke, corpses were strewn all over the field, and the tall and straight man was still standing there, which made the eyes of the three archbishops change.

His life should have been burned long ago, what is supporting him to still stand here?

Chapter 610 IX The True Knight

"How many years haven't passed, what a joy."

Lancelot looked at the devastated land, exhaled a foul breath, and said with emotion.

"But the final battle I long for is with an equally proud knight, not you dirty rats."

Lancelot raised his sword and pointed at the three archbishops standing opposite him.

"Old man, fall down happily, isn't it good?"

The priest of the crime of lust and lust smiled sweetly, feeling a little unhappy in his heart.

"No, no, why not? Why don't you have it on you!"

Luo Kangtai's expression was crazy and twisted, and he was full of puzzlement.

They thought that they could taste the supreme and delicious desperation from this old man, it would definitely make them grow a lot, right?

But the old man knew that this battle was just a meaningless delay, and he would always be eaten away by a few of them, and it was only a matter of time before the three of them combined to break through the barrier.

This is a dead end, but why did this old man keep his eyes bright from the beginning to the end, even now that the oil is exhausted and the lights are dry, he has not shown any negative emotions.

"Rosconte, you idiot, if it weren't for you, the Holy City would have fallen long ago."

The arrogant archbishop looked gloomy, and looked at Rose Kangtai with unfriendly eyes.

"Didier, I'm very hungry now, you seem to have kicked me before?"

Rose Kangtai turned his head [-] degrees suddenly, and looked at Didier who was standing obliquely behind him, his eyes were bloodshot.

Didier:

He dared to kick Ross Kangtai away when he was about to violate the oracle, but he didn't dare to touch him when he was in this state.

Only three archbishops came today, because the other four were all eaten by this lunatic in red and ponytail!

He who has mastered the Dark Bible is not afraid of Ross Kangtai, but not being able to fight the opponent at this time and not being able to complete the oracle is the greatest sin.

Several "people" said, and began to move forward, ignoring Lancelot's sword pointing at them.

Lancelot didn't attack them again until he passed by Lancelot.

"Master Knight Commander!"

"Master Knight Commander!"

"Cut that stinky bitch!"

"Kill those devils!"

""

There were endless shouts in the city, and they didn't know what method those devils had used to immobilize Lord Knight.

The wind blew across the battlefield, and the white dry hair flew up, leaving the stalwart background empty.

"Master Knight Commander!"

Marcy also shouted beside Henry Zhang, but was stopped by Henry Zhang raising his hand.

"He was a true knight and did his job well."

Henry Zhang admired, his hands under the sleeves had already been clenched.

Lancelot, born on July 320, 920, [-] in the sacred calendar, was born in the city of Elizabeth in the Holy Empire.

In the 140th year of the God's Abandonment Calendar, he died in battle outside the new holy city, three hundred miles west of Elizabeth City.

Before he died, he held his sword and stared at him, standing upright but not falling down.

Realizing what happened outside the city, sadness and anger suddenly spread, the sun gradually rose, but despair was deeply rooted in the hearts of the people.

What's even more eye-popping is that a devil seemed to remember something after walking past the head of the knight, turned around, opened his big mouth twisted, and bit on Lancelot's body.

The sound of creaking and creaking kept ringing in the wilderness, and a large number of knights rushed out subconsciously, but they were stopped by reasonable people.

"Bah, the old thing is so meaty."

After eating half of it, Luo Kangtai still spit and got up with a look of disgust.

Seeing this scene, Joan of Arc, who was maintaining the barrier in the city, gritted her silver teeth tightly and burst into tears.

But she couldn't, without her to maintain the enchantment, the mortals in the city would be torn apart by the army of Protestants and the undead in the next moment.

"hiss"

"It's hot"

The chief of lust and crimes tried to touch the barrier with his hand, and smoke came out of his fingers. Although he screamed, his expression didn't look like he was injured, but rather like someone had dripped wax on her.

Then she put her fingers into her mouth again, and crystal saliva came out, and the injuries on her hands were completely healed.

"You are in the enchantment, watching us attacking from above, how arrogant you are!"

Didier turned the pages of the dark bible in his hand, and an invisible weight fell on the barrier.

Two other Archbishops of Sin also attacked.

The shock came continuously, making the people in the city raise their minds again.

Different from the sorcery of ordinary Protestants, the barriers hit by the attacks of the three archbishops were obviously not ineffective attacks.

Henry Zhang glanced at the countdown in the upper left corner of his vision.

11: 53: 43

There are still nearly twelve hours, half a day.

Can you hold on?

The enchantment Saint Quartz left by the pope is naturally extraordinary, but the problem is that Joan of Arc is too weak now.

Even though she had already exhausted her life and had more and more wrinkles on her face, she was just trying to keep the barrier from being breached.

Another eight hours passed, and the barrier was already on the verge of collapse, and the archbishops of crimes only paused for a moment before attacking again. According to this posture, the barrier might be broken in less than an hour.

"His Royal Highness, you seem to be unable to hold on? Even if you are like that old guy, overdrawing your life, you are almost at the end, right?"

The priest of the sin of lust teased, and even used the title "His Royal Highness", the irony is self-evident.

"Ah, what a wonderful expression, think about it so much"

Looking at Joan of Arc in the city, Luo Kangtai frantically hit the barrier with his head, his scalp and brains were splashed, and the air was still filled with a burnt smell.

"You can also use the technique of the old era. Why don't you use it and see, maybe you can delay it a little longer. Don't you want to stop us by yourself? What arrogance!"

Didier kept turning the pages, with anticipation in his cold eyes, as if waiting for something to happen.

Although the people in the city were frightened and angry, they also heard what the man holding the black book said.

The Holy Maiden is almost unable to hold on anymore. Could it be that the last fire of our rebel army will be extinguished today?

"What is that technique? Captain, do you know?"

A young knight asked his chief, his face was full of confusion.