"Perhaps, the Teutonic Knights are a thing of the past. 【Latest chapter reading. Christopher, the head of the Knights Templar, said quietly, no longer hostile to his rivals.

Christopher was a pure Roman, born with the supreme glory of being baptized by Scorched Himself himself. Surrounded by Templars, like everyone of his time, he disliked the Germanic people from the north, who could almost be called barbarians. As it happens, Solomon was still a nobleman among the Germans, and the old chest was the same as a nobleman among the Romans.

However, these two are not the same.

During Balamte's days, the Knights Templar, the Knights Hospitaller, and the Teutonic Knights were established successively, striving for a common goal, and it was inevitable that there would be intrigue on weekdays. However, once faced with a foreign country, the three knights, like their minions, will fight for the glory of God, even if it is to give their lives.

The two-winged angel doesn't have so many feelings, he is the person at the top of Guangtian, he was born to cultivate, he rarely deals with people, and he has never participated in the big war, and he doesn't know the love and hatred between Christopher and Solomon.

"Later, don't get close to that human, I think he may be from the East, I want to kill him and get to know the East."

The two-winged angel swore that he didn't feel that a human could fight against him, even if it was in the same realm, he could easily kill him.

His pride is normal, just like your rich second generation doesn't believe that you are not as good as a child born in a poor man, no matter how talented the latter is, the rich second generation will always have an advantage in his heart.

At this time, the two-winged angel is naturally noble, and in the bright day, it is definitely below a few people, above ten thousand people, plus the talent is strong, and the captain of several knights will win. Therefore, I don't feel that Tang Chuan, a human from the East, can threaten him.

As the minutes passed, the battlefield became more and more calm, and the undead high-level and the crusaders of the leper bright sky were equally silent, waiting for the next battle to the death.

"Well done just now!"

With a face and as kind as possible, the Lich may have a long life, but until it truly breaks through to the Lich King, it can't show joy and sorrow on its face like a human.

If you don't die, you have to pay a price.

"I have decided to buy more elixirs and treasures in the Dark City to use as a commission for hiring Mr. What does the sir think? ”

Until now, Tang Chuan had never said his name, and the Great Elder had not expressed any opinion on this. Without him, his name was just a code name, and Tang Chuan's reluctance to reveal his name proved that the Bright Holy See was still strong in the outside world, so he had to have some scruples.

Tang Chuan smiled slightly, knowing his thoughts, it was nothing more than spending more money to let himself deal with the crusaders of Bright Sky more carefully.

"Yes."

Tang Chuan nodded, this was what he had already determined, besides, there was nothing that made him happier than the elixir.

Looking into the distance, a phalanx was neatly arranged in the wilderness, and that kind of slaughter, even if there was no birth of a spiritual skeleton, he knew that it was far away.

"Maginot phalanx!" Tang Chuan stared, and it was difficult to recognize the name of the phalanx, and next to him were other unknown phalanxes, at least for Tang Chuan, this was the case.

"Roman legions! Spanish phalanx? ”

The Great Elder introduced one by one that the five-hundred-year-old war machine was turned on again, and Bright Heaven had cultivated almost all the phalanxes that had existed in the West, and the strength of each soldier would not be weaker than that of a demigod.

"They're determined to get it!" The Great Elder muttered that such a combination was not easy to see when he was "alive", and even more so now, it was rare to see.

"Pass the order, prepare to fight to the death, stop cleaning the battlefield! Undead above the god level are not allowed to be in groups of three or five, and do not appear alone on the city wall. In addition, he went out of the city without permission and died! ”

As soon as the Great Elder gave the order, several terrifying knights pulled down their armors and galloped on the city wall, repeating the Great Elder's orders endlessly to the sound of horses' hooves.

In the air, the little bat flew in the sky, turned into black lightning, and flew to the north of the city, delivering orders.

On the battlefield, the Terror Knights, who were still devouring blood, slowly retreated towards the Dark City, waiting for the Templars' possible charge, or rescue.

The Knights Templar never arrived, not because the French were not heroic, but because the Teutonic Order was wiped out. It's not cost-effective to consume endless undead with limited lives.

"Ten years ago, I knew they were coming soon, and I have been preparing for battle, wanting to destroy one or two knights, or their infantry leaders, in formation." The Great Elder looked at the incomparably neatly marched crusaders, and couldn't help but clench the "Tears of Mora" in his hand.

"I don't know if to call them arrogant, or what, to dare to underestimate the undead! Could it be that too long of tranquility has made their pig heads more 'smart'? ”

The Great Elder bit the word "smart", and the corners of his mouth turned up. From the beginning, everything that happened in the battlefield was expected by him, and the only deviation was that Tang Chuan left the city, and Clark, the leader of the Terror Knights Legion arranged for him, killed the successor of the Teutonic Knights.

He remembered how the Teutonic Knights were on the verge of collapse five hundred years ago, and how the Knights Templar stood idly by, and if it weren't for the Knights Hospitaller who saved the Teutonic Knights' fire, the Knights Hospitaller might be here now.

The French, smart enough, do not talk about a finite life and devote themselves to endless life and death.

The Great Elder didn't know about it, because of the undead's tragic victory five hundred years ago, now the Bright Sect has changed the entire world.

There is an effect called the "Butterfly Effect", in which the undead in the realm of the undead do not know that their desperate efforts have changed the world, nor do they know that they have dragged down the Holy See of Light alive, and it has caused countless years of strife in Europe.

It's like Napoleon's dissolution of the Teutonic Knights, where the love and hatred originated.

"Anyway, this is just the beginning, a nice-to-have beginning!" As soon as Tang Chuan thought of the terrifying knight who had died in battle just now, he felt that this battle had no other merit except to boost morale, and the victory was only a small victory.

The Great Elder nodded and sighed: "No matter what it is, after having wisdom, you need faith, without faith, or the one who comes is not a crusade in the bright sky, and wants to treat us as flower fertilizer, there may be no ...... to resist."

Tang Chuan was silent, the horror knights and ghosts beside him all widened their eyes, maybe P shares decided their heads, they never knew that the dark city was on the verge of collapse.

"While the First World War woke up many people, it also made many people feel that it was too difficult to live. I want to leave this world. Some may succeed, but many more fail and become a pile of bones in the wilderness. ”

"In short, I can't let them have no faith, the undead without faith are just pigs and dogs, and it's not enough for them to let go of their hands to kill."

The words of the Great Elder before leaving were categorical and murderous, and for a while he didn't look like the smiling "old guy" in Tang Chuan's imagination.

"He's a great undead."

Andre silently took off his helmet and quietly watched the figure of the Great Elder in the distance.

"I don't know if he's a great undead, but he's fighting for the undead." The ghost whispered that she didn't know much about the Great Elder.

"Buzz!"

Ripples in the air reached the sky.

Probably all the undead with good eyesight can see the enchantment in the sky, which is the umbrella of the undead, and it is also the tomb of the undead, the tomb that cannot be walked out of for a lifetime.

Before approaching the dark city, countless archers and crossbowmen struck a net of arrows, nailing countless undead who could not escape to the city wall.

In the next second, before the first wave of feather arrows all fell on the city wall, a faint ripple was opened, and for a while, it seemed that time stood still, and no matter how many feather arrows were, they could not penetrate the guardian circle of the Dark City.

"It's still the same old thing!" Someone chuckled, very disdainful, and waved his hand countless bows and crossbows to continue to send S, which was mixed with a lot of magic cannons and magic ballistas, which were war instruments that Guangtian learned from the world, blessed with magic, and the power was amazing.

Tang Chuan looked at the countless feather arrows, and his eyes froze: "This will not work. ”

Defense is never the best, and Tang Chuan doesn't believe that these arrows blessed with magic or fighting spirit will be endless, and he doesn't believe that such means will not be able to break through the magic circle of the Dark City.

He had heard it many times five hundred years ago in the mouth of the Great Elder, and he knew it by heart.

"Disarm the circle, skeleton archers, lichs, and skeleton mages ready to attack!" The Presbyterian member in charge of this section of the wall ordered in a deep voice, he was the elite who survived the last great war, and was now responsible for the defense of the southern wall.

At the sound of an order, the rain-like feather arrows fell, nailing a group of skeleton S hands that had just opened their bows and arrows on the nails again.

However, they were still a little slower, and countless white bone arrows flew out and landed in the archer phalanx under the city wall, instantly emptying countless archers.

This is just the beginning, the archers' mutual S-strikes are just a small test in the bright day, as we all know, no matter how difficult an archer is to train, he does not like to be stronger than a knight.

Therefore, exchanging archers for the defense of the magic circle is not an isolated case, it has been used by Guangtian for hundreds of years to be extremely skillful.

What's more, they also have a lot of magic equipment, and the cannon roars, which is no less powerful than the explosion of worldly explosives, taking away countless undead souls.

"Dead open!"

With a loud shout, an infantry finally climbed the city wall, and was killed by a terrifying knight with a sword, guarding the area, and the infantry who killed did not dare to climb the wall.

To tell the truth, the wars of the West cannot be compared with the wars of ancient China, and all kinds of war equipment are enough to make Westerners cry.

However, this war has nothing to do with Tang Chuan, and he just wants to make the forces related to the Bright Sect suffer a greater loss. As for the undead, who cares if he lives or dies?

The battle on the walls became more and more intense, so that the archers under the city continued to extend the S range of their bows and arrows, hoping to better rid them of the abominable undead.

On the city walls, countless undead and crusaders are not fighting, there is no reason, just to live.

"It's time!"

More crusaders flocked to the walls.