Although the cruel words of disassembling the weird "flying saucer" into parts are released, it does not mean that Han Feng dares to be a little careless. After hurriedly laying the barrier in front of him again to ensure absolute safety, he continued to watch with great interest.

Since Xiao Ling has determined that this thing is not from another dimension, it is still within the range of the crazy brother's ability, if so, why not relax while relaxing, while watching what kind of moth it will make?

Seriously casual. There is no shortage of everything in Han Feng's dementor ring, and now except for Li Qiuhan, who is still meditating with his eyes closed, everyone is sitting on the sofa, or drinking wine, or nibbling on fruits, or teasing the pets, it is completely like they are traveling, how can there be a little worry, doubt, or even nervousness in the face of the unknown?

And in the vast sea of clouds below, the collision between the golden-armored djinn and the crusaders continued.

I don't know if it was because of more support from the black clouds, or because of some other reason, the Necromantic Knights, who had almost no resistance before, suddenly burst out with strong combat power. Although it could not stop the giants from advancing, nor could they escape the final doom of turning into black smoke, the speed of the Golden Armor Djinn's advance was significantly slowed down, which also added greater confidence to the Pope and others in the center of the encirclement.

You know, that person hasn't even shown up, and he has already improved the battlefield shape!

If it weren't for the disparity in strength, even the Pope couldn't help but want to take the opportunity to attack the Knights of the Round Table, forming a good situation in which the Polar Bears were attacked on their backs. It's a pity that although those dead spirits don't care about life and death, and they have also received some kind of strength blessing, they still can't break through the iron walls of the bears.

In particular, the colorful light circulating on these bears is simply an innate excellent protection, even if it is directly attacked by the blade, it can ensure that the bears will not be harmed in any way!

On the periphery of the Knights of the Round Table, the Polar Bears have built an impregnable multicolored line of defense, completely isolating the Necrocrusade from the Holy See. It is believed that even if Arthur destroyed the Holy See on the spot, these heavily armored knights would not be able to provide the slightest help.

Arthur knew this through his battle. It's not that I don't want to seize the opportunity to decide the overall situation in a battle, but what is unexpected is that when the wind and clouds change color, the black clouds are masterful, and the strange "flying saucer" appears, including Arthur, all the abilities of the Knights of the Round Table are restricted!

And it is also a bondage of the pure divine power of God.

It is precisely because of God's blessings and blessings that the Knights of the Round Table are able to live forever and increase their abilities. Now that God's holy power has descended out of thin air, it is naturally powerless to resist, but has become the most vulnerable link in this war! And on the opposite side of them is the former comrade-in-arms of Huo Huo, who sharpens his knife, and the current ** enemy!

"May the merciful God, forgive your souls."

The offensive and defensive situation changed sharply, and of course Patrick would not waste the opportunity in vain, and with a duplicitous chant, he took sixty-two cardinals who could still fight, each with a weapon, and came to cover the kill!

The Bearren Guards were aware of the danger, but they had no time to worry about it - they could only hold the line under the incessant Crusader onslaught. Even if you watch the Pope and others rush into the Knights of the Round Table, chopping melons and vegetables and slaughtering them wantonly, they can only cry out in vain, and they are powerless!

For a while, in the center of the battle array, swords and shadows, flesh and blood flew sideways, and bursts of pain and screams continued. Is this the last voice of the Knights before the fall of the Order, which is powerless to resist, or is it the most beautiful music of the overjoyed Holy See when it sweeps away dissidents?

Or is this the fate of the Knights of the Round Table destined to disappear into the long river of history?

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Among all the forces under Han Feng's command, the Knights of the Round Table in distant Britain did not occupy a very important position. This is not only related to their own weak strength, but also because they are the latest to work, they have not yet been fully recognized by Han Feng's family.

Under Han Feng, the Tianmen and Hades clans were directly under Han Feng; The Wind Clan belongs to Zhao Feifei; Wind Shadow honors Tang Yue'er. The 100,000 gold-armored divine soldiers circled Han Feng's left hand, and returned to his right hand as a dowry for the two women, so it was counted as resource sharing.

Only these British knights who have just entered the camp of Han Feng, although they believe in God's prophecy and want to take refuge, but the god king Han Feng is indeed full of talents and powerful in his hands, and he no longer thinks about second people in the world. Therefore, he was not very concerned about the submission of this group of old English knights.

This is the most critical factor in the fact that Arthur was caught off guard.

Otherwise, with the power of Han Feng, it is impossible to make some arrangements at will—the simplest is the enchantment—and it will be impossible for Patrick and his ilk to succeed!

In the blink of an eye, there were only more than thirty of the more than one hundred and fifty knights left, and the rest were all dead or seriously injured, and even Arthur himself was held to the heart by the papal scepter. If Patrick hadn't wanted to take a breath of the evil that he had been holding back for a long time, I am afraid that King Arthur's heart would have been pierced at any time!

The tide of battle changed so quickly that it was simply dazzling and unexpected. Zhao Feifei just took a bite of the peach, and when he looked at it again, the knights of the round table had fallen to the ground with a river of blood, and he was in a hurry, throwing the peach in front of the snow leopard, and was about to rush out to rescue, but was hugged tightly by Han Feng.

"What is the matter with the concubine in such a hurry? Can you talk slowly to the Lone King? ”

The crazy brother seemed to have a sudden attack of drama, but Zhao Feifei didn't want to be entangled with this guy at all, and said angrily when he heard this:

"Let go! Are you blind? Didn't you see Arthur and they were killed, and the next step for that group of old papal men was to besiege Degaroff and them? That's my Wind Clan! You sing your play, I'll save my people! ”

Until now, this girl still has no sense of identity with the Knights of the Round Table, and has already begun to think about what happened behind Arthur!

It can be seen that in Zhao Feifei's heart, the safety of every Wind Clan is obviously much more important than the entire Knights!

Although Han Feng was scolded, he still hugged this girl's slender waist and said with a low smile:

"As the saying goes: I can't bear my wife's lust...... Ah wolf! If you rush out now, except for your husband, those old bones won't look at you more. It's better to just watch the show here - I bet these polar bears are so safe that they won't even break a piece of skin, believe it or not? Do you dare to bet? ”

The end of betting against my husband can be imagined, which time was not the last miserable in bed? Zhao Feifei was stunned for a moment, and the sharp energy disappeared, and he couldn't be ruthless anymore.

"That's what you said!" The rouge tiger's body was soft, but the momentum was still there, and he was about to hear the man confirm it again, when he saw Tana poking her head out of Tang Yue'er's shoulder, her face was pale, her eyes were full of tears, her red mole was gloomy, and she looked extremely sad:

Han ...... Wind, Tana please, save them! ”