“Oh . . . . .

The Naga people made a sharp and harsh scream, and constantly disappeared into black smoke in the screams.

Although there are many Naga rushing out of the sea of hell through the Fa-reed, and the source is endless, it cannot withstand the power of the angel dance.

In the sky, a white and dazzling, dense Holy See reinforcement appeared in the sky, countless priests, priests, archbishops in red, deacons of the Inquisition, the Pope's Guard...

Their ranks were so large that they could not help but chill all the dark creatures.

And in front of the army of the Holy See, wearing a noble golden robe, wearing a crown of thorns on the head of the Pope, and a handsome, full of golden hair, carrying a simple cross sword, stand proudly.

The blond man was no one else but the leader of the Knights of the Round Table, the contemporary King Arthur, who had no name for him, and the successor of each generation of King Arthur, was called Arthur.

When the Pope appeared, he looked up at the sky behind the five hundred black wizards and smiled, “Old friend, we haven’t seen you in more than a hundred years, haven’t we?”Now that you’re here, why are you hiding?”

The Pope spoke, a black and red light, rising above the black wizard, and countless black-robed geeks appeared in the sky.

One by one, they were scrawny, that is, compared to Samantha, who was about to be deformed, some of them, all over their bodies, shrouded in black silk robes.

This dress is very similar to the black wizards, except that each of them holds a cane made of human bones in their hands.

On their necks, there is a string of studded skeletons, the whole body is miserable, and the evil breath is heavy, that is, the black wizards, and only the willing to bow down.

They are the advanced of the dark wizards, but they are different from the final cultivation direction of the black wizards, and they cultivate... the leprechauns.

Immediately behind the leprechaun, they are dense blood, they are elegant, noble, male beautiful, female beauty, they are real blood nobles.

These blood families, the lowest level are the marquis, the dukes are hundreds, leading, are a few princes.

Above the earth, the rumbling vibrations came, and it was tens of thousands of werewolves, and they were running forward on the ground, forming a black wave on the ground.

And the supreme leader of the dark council, the Dark Speaker Caesar, a noble-blooded man of Roman origin, wearing black armor, stood quietly in front of the parliamentary army.

The blood-red cloak fluttered in the night sky, and seemed to tell his family, the glory that had passed away, which belonged to the splendor of Julius Caesar.

"Joseph, lay Jesus, and I will let you a horse."Caesar looked up at the sky, the twelve councillors who did not fall down the wind at all, and the voice was calm.

Pope Joseph Francis said, with a slight eyebrow, he whispered, “Caesar, you seem to have some unfulfilment, and now you have the upper hand, but we are in the Holy See.”

Caesar’s mouth raised a cursory arc, “Is it?Do you really think that a dance of angels in the district can stop the army from the sea of hell?”

Joseph glanced at each other, and Huo suddenly turned to look at the snake demon family that was still rushing out of the Fa-formed array, and then the angel dance purified by the light.

Just like an annotation for Caesar's words, at this time, a green light that is to penetrate time and space, suddenly flying out of the green array of laws and powers, and directly hit the angel dancing in the sky.

It is an arrow, an arrow composed of evil and a poisonous green energy.

The angel formed by the light is formed, and the next moment, it is like a broken glass, and the body of the angel is broken inch by inch, and then it is transformed into a faint light, and it dissipates.

Joseph's face changed greatly, and he said, "Beautiful...Du...Sasha."

It appeared, the demon from the sea of hell, but when she appeared, people automatically ignored her full head of snakes.

Medusa is beautiful, beautiful, beautiful and demonic, in her every move, there is an indescribable cold taste, she is an extraordinary thing.

But at this time she closed her eyes tightly, and those eyes may be more beautiful, but no one really saw her eyes clearly, because those who had seen her eyes had become stone statues that could not move, could not be said, could not be perceived.

"See, Lord Medusa."All the dark creatures fell on their knees, and even the proud Caesar bowed down.

Medusa ignored the dark creatures, moved her slender legs, took a few steps forward, coldly opened, "I smell the breath of light, very good, just use you, as a meeting of me to the world!" 」

When Caesar heard this, he slowly raised his head and looked at the moon in the sky.

Tonight's moon is very round, very bright, this is a great help to the dark group, but the moonlight has a natural blessing on the dark creatures, so that the power of the dark creatures, get the maximum play, the so-called moon black shā're:n night, the wind is high.

Without further hesitation, he pulled out his waist-to-sword, pointed forward, and said, "Dark council, attack."

“Oh, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey

The werewolves seem to have a natural sensitivity to the moon, feel the gentle caressing of the moonlight, and tens of thousands of werewolves are eager to the moon, making the atmosphere of this battlefield more serocious and murderous.

"Blood, change."The blood prince also issued an order.

Countless blood-group masters, at the same time a deafening sharp hissing, a pair of blood-red wings spread from behind them, the sky was filled with fragments of black dresses.

They are no longer noble, they are no longer noble, they represent only blood, death, and killing.

In the middle of the night, under the moonlight, the wolf king's axe crossed a dazzling arc of light in the dark night.

It was as if to tear time apart, as if it were to break space, the shiny light, like the scythe of death in hell, a famous Templar and the Deacon of the Inquisition, all broken under its axe.

“Kill!”The werewolf army roared at the same voice, and the tide generally poured out into the great army of the Holy See, and they held all kinds of weapons in their hands, axes, and wolf tooth sticks, and their target was the Pope's Guard.

"The Guards are ready, steady."In the face of the tide of the general rush of the wolf army, the young guard soldiers, a little fear appeared on their faces.

They were not like the great men of Edward and the Pope who had lived for hundreds of years, and many of them were excellent warriors selected from among the young.

But for the first time in a battle of this magnitude, basically, their task is only to stand guard at the Vatican.

And just as they were feeling trembling and frightened, the inspirational voice of the commanders sounded: “For the glory of the Holy See.”

“The Glory of the Holy See.”Three thousand Guards soldiers drank in unison, and the sound was blazing, and their blood began to boil, and they could no longer feel the fear.

“Kill.”The soldiers throbbed, and the giant shields, which were in the front, hardened the two-meter-high shield into the land.

A step in the back of the spear hand, the dansy silver spear on the shield, immediately, the ground out of a spear of the jungle.

The tide of the werewolf army rushed to the front.

"The spearman is ready . . . . thorn."A frenzy, the spear shone in lightning, in the dark night across a dazzling arc, blood splashing, the earth immediately began to fly bright red blood.

The tall body of the werewolf in front of him fell down slowly, and on their heads, the cold moon, was so dazzling.

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