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It's noon. Pen Fun Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

Over a rocky desert plain covered with sand and gravel, the sun rises high and the desert smokes.

The ground was scorching hot, the air was thirsty, and there was no wind at all.

Suddenly, a desert beetle that was about to be stunned by the sun, crawling alternately on the sand, and ran into the shadow of a gray-white tent with a puff of smoke.

"Hiss......" The beetle hissed in a pleasant sound.

In the unsheltered desert, the shade brought by a little shadow is simply a great pleasure for some desert creatures.

However, inside the tent, there was a sudden "bang", and the sound of tables and chairs full of anger was ringing. At the same time, a terrifying aura that seemed to be able to unload people into eight pieces poured out like a tide.

The little beetle outside the tent was so frightened that it rolled down the sand dunes and fled into the distance.

"Those despicable dark cultists, it's really hateful!"

In front of a low table in the tent, there was a beautiful woman wearing a holy crown, soft facial features, and a white holy robe.

There is no need to guess too much, the beauty dressed as this holy priest is the current Holy Maiden of the Holy See of Light, Lulu Cao.

It's just that now under her holy robe, there is an extra set of silver shining close-fitting plate armor!

It seems that some of the battles have already made her angry, and she has picked up the guy herself.

"That's it!" The appearance is like a half-big Lori, the pure and lovely little angel Beibei, who is sitting next to the saint Lulu, at this time she puffed up and said, "Especially that sheep-headed demon king Ba Fu Xuan, damn, Ben Beibei is so cute, he dares to whip me with a big iron chain!"

At this point, the more she spoke, the more angry she became, she grabbed a bottle filled with clear liquid, and gulped it down.

"Smack!"

The empty bottle was slapped on the table.

"Where's the wine, bring me the wine!"

Ronnie, the Holy Knight standing beside them, shuddered when he heard this.

Ronnie, who was originally brightly dressed and had a meticulous hairstyle, seemed to be a different person at this time.

His face was haggard, his face and armor were covered with dust, as if he had been thrown into a washing machine filled with sand and stirred for three days and three nights.

"Already, already, no more wine. He licked his thirsty lips, and his voice unconsciously weakened.

He never imagined that things would develop to such a point because of a child of flames.

Since the Holy Maiden of Light and the Holy Maiden of Darkness met, because of Wang Yan's problem, they immediately fought and fought on an equal footing.

As the forces of both sides continued to join, it didn't take long for the two sides to gather more than 200 people.

At this time, the two camps of light and darkness are all full of strength, and they both want to completely defeat each other in front of the world's supernatural powers, and they refuse to give up at all.

After all, things have developed to such a point, and the whole world is watching, how can you admit it at this moment?

As a result, this dozen was three days and three nights.

As soon as the players on both sides refreshed their points, they immediately went into a fierce battle, and they turned this qualifier for survival in the desert into a never-ending holy war.

As soon as he thought of this, Ronnie's heart was filled with endless bitterness, "After all, the whole world is watching, you can't be cowardly!"

But the holy war still has a logistical supply, and in this qualifier, all the contestants are not allowed to carry anything except weapons. It doesn't matter if I and my brothers are bitter, but Her Royal Highness is the image representative of the Holy See, and no matter how bitter she is, she can't be bitter.

No, the only tents and a little wine they had had taken from their armor and shields were the gold edges and gems they had taken off from their armor and shields, and they had traveled more than a hundred kilometers to exchange them with a few passing Berbers.

Berbers usually live in a family mode and are nomadic herders, with a small number of people and fewer reserves, and they refuse to change any more, otherwise they will only die in the desert for a long journey.

They can't kill the Holy See of Light, right?

So, the last bit of desert liquor has been drunk by the little angel Beibei.

"What? No wine, how can Miss Ben fight?"

On the other side, Nini, an ascetic with a ponytail on her head, dressed in a linen garment, and rubbing a large stick, immediately stopped doing it when she heard that there was no wine.

"I'll let the brothers go find it, that, there is still some meat, why don't you have some meat first?" Ronnie hurriedly smiled and persuaded him, feeling miserable in his heart.

Just a little barbecue in exchange for the Berbers, his dignified paladin centurion, and many brothers were hungry for three days and did not dare to move. You must know that this battle was fought for three days, not to mention snakes and lizards around, and even the insects found were eaten.

"Okay, okay, go get it, this time Aunt Ben has to smash that necromancer to death!" Nini held the big stick in her arms again, obviously having formed a bond with Gabriel, the necromancer of the Dark Church.

"Hiss......"

Wright, the Holy Son of Light, who was squatting on the side, took a hard puff of the cigarette clamped between his fingertips.

His eyes were full of vicissitudes, his eyes looked aimlessly at the sand under his feet, and after a moment of silence, he slowly said, "We, we can't fight anymore......"

His tone was very slow, and now he still lost two points, and if he continued like this, it would be a problem to even advance, but before this reason could be said, the three women in front of him slapped the table in unison.

"No! this girl must kill those dastardly dark cultists!"

Wright's fingers shook suddenly.

If he wanted to say anything, he forcibly plugged back into his abdomen, and turned his eyes to the cigarette box in his hand, on which there was a dumbfounded yellow camel drawn, and unconsciously, his eyes were a little trance, and there seemed to be a little crystal luster flashing, "This Egyptian cigarette of the Berber is really spicy." ”

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At the same time, on the other side of the camp of the Holy See of Light.

A small desert beetle climbed over the dunes and came under several tents coated with some black dye.

Suddenly, the two werewolves, who were extremely hungry, whined, and rushed towards the beetle in unison, grabbed the fierce moment, and pushed each other.

This can't be blamed on them, fierce battles require a lot of energy, energy is never generated out of thin air, plus the environment is harsh and extreme, the consumption is extremely high, and the water and rice have not entered for three days and three nights, even if it is iron, it will collapse at this time.

Despite the noise of werewolves outside the tent, a silent necromancer sat quietly on the ground, seemingly undisturbed.

Judging from his lifeless appearance, as well as the respectful attitude of several dark cultists on the periphery, it can be seen that he is the famous necromancer, Gabriel.

It's just that at this moment, his expression is blank, his eyes are thick, his appearance looks very miserable, he is dressed in a gray robe, dusty, and full of holes. It looked as if he hadn't closed his eyes for days and nights, and then he was tied to the back of a horse and dragged for kilometers in the desert.

At this time, he was depressed in his heart, and when he thought of the experience of these three days and three nights, he felt choked and miserable.

He never thought that His Royal Highness the Holy Maiden of his own family would make things so difficult because of a child of flame and the Holy Maiden of Light opposite.

He is a necromancer who has traveled to the land of the dead, is full of talent, and has an unlimited future.

But in this battle, in the end, he ran out of mana, and had to pick up his staff and fight hand-to-hand with other warriors face to face, but he was beaten severely on the ground by a group of C-level holy warriors with big shoulders and round waists opposite.

It's miserable, the one who was beaten is called a miserable.

Thinking of this, Gabriel couldn't help but redden.

All this is because the female ascetic on the other side, holding a big stick and like a female tyrannosaurus, summoned by herself, was smashed by her alone, and finally had the strength to give herself the middle finger.

Bad guys!

Especially the culprit, Wang Yan, the son of flames, they had better not fall into their own hands in the future, otherwise they will have to drain their souls!

"Click, click. ”

Two poor skeletal soldiers, who looked staggered, walked up to him step by step holding a few bones, put down the bones tremblingly, turned around and trembled to the pile of broken bones next to them, and continued to rummage through the bones that could be used.

Reality is always so cruel.

"I, I'm going to kill them!" Gabriel snarled in bitter inwardness, and then lowered his head again, returning to the tedious work of putting together a skeleton.

"Look at Gabriel, there are only a few skeletons left, and I want to kill them, how ambitious. An elegant, cold and arrogant tone came from the depths of the tent.

When Gabriel heard this, an urge to cry suddenly surged in his heart, This Holy Highness must praise me, right?

Catherina, the Dark Saintess, was sitting on a wooden chair in the innermost part of the tent with her chin propped up with one hand.

Although the wooden chairs and tents around her are very simple, under her noble temperament, she has the feeling of a royal tent.

At this time, she changed into a more dexterous set of close-fitting leather armor, the powerful and terrifying sheep-headed demon king, standing behind her in a black air, which made her already evil aura a little more queen-like majesty.

She didn't look at Gabriel any more, her eyes lowered, her gaze fell on the Dark Son in front of her, and she slowly spoke, "Dark Saint Stewart, can you repeat what you just said now?"

Catherina's tone seemed nonchalant, but it was cold to the bone, like a pour of cold water poured on the head of the Son of Darkness.

Sitting on a straw mat, the dark saint son with a depressed expression suddenly became agitated, quickly straightened his back, and changed his words, "I actually said that I won't fight, absolutely not!"

"Those Light Cultists are disgusting!" said the Son of Darkness, clenching his fists and looking indignant.

"His Royal Highness Prince Rose and the Wonders of the world are watching us, and now is the best time to promote the greatness and honor of our Dark Church!

...... (To be continued.) )