Han Feng didn't stop Zhao Feifei from making a move, because Zhao Feifei had no chance.

Patrick didn't have a chance to continue wreaking havoc, because Li Qiuhan's heart sword had already fallen in front of him like a summer rainstorm.

Li Qiuhan also failed to achieve the goal of killing with one blow, because the pope is the pope, and all poisons are inviolable, and all evils are easy to dispel.

But.

The cross still hangs high, the trajectory of the heart sword is vividly visible, the bears reappear in colorful streamers, but the knights of the round table no longer struggle in pain.

The Holy Grail was still dripping and slowly in the air, like the eye that was watching coldly—just a little more surprised.

Everyone, including Han Feng, stared at the scene in front of them in amazement, but no one could say a word!

…………

Because he absorbed too much pure vitality, Li Qiuhan's "Crossing the Heart Sword" became more and more successful. But before that, the Knights of the Round Table were still struggling on the line of life and death, and Li Qiuhan had to be saved!

So countless heart swords, wrapped in strong spiritual power, stabbed at the Pope silently.

As long as the Pope falls, the war will be over.

However, people are not as good as heaven after all, just when Patrick was arrogantly laughing, and Li Qiuhan's thousands of sword qi were about to invade his body, but a puff of black smoke suddenly enveloped the Pope's body, and that sword qi disappeared like a mud cow entering the sea.

At the same time, a loud horn suddenly sounded in the sky!

The pillar of holy light that had previously illuminated the audience dissipated with the sound of the trumpets. And the originally misty sky gradually revealed a glimmer of light with the sound of the horn. The battlefield that should have been plunged into darkness has also been loomed by this little light, just like the last wait before dawn!

Maybe in the blink of an eye, maybe it was a long ten years, and finally a faint light appeared in the closed sky. And under the reflection of this light, between heaven and earth, the clouds surged, and countless war horses quietly appeared.

On top of the war horses, there were all armored and faceless knights, as if they had separated from the sea of clouds, and it seemed that they had been ambushed in this airspace for a long time!

The knights and horses continued to roll along with the clouds, as if they were made of clouds and mist, and in a short period of time, they had formed a dense and boundless heavy array!

The sky was getting brighter and brighter, and the formation was gradually becoming clearer.

The horses neighed, and the battle flags were fierce. A knight as silent as a statue, holding a spear and a crossbow, stood tall in the slightly exposed morning light!

Such a boundless ironclad cavalry, in this glimmer of light, in the sea of clouds, quietly lined up.

From the iron mask to the horse's body armor, from the cold tip of the spear to the one-piece hard helmet, from the fluttering flag stretching across the sky to the cold and murderous aura of the entire military array, especially in the morning light, the same patterns on the countless flags can't help but make people gasp!

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"I can't imagine that they can still survive in the world!"

Han Feng's face was unprecedentedly cold, he gritted his teeth and looked at the huge military array that appeared in front of him, and said with a slight confusion:

"These long-deserved marauders, murderers, shameless...... Death is death, why can Tian shamelessly reappear in the world after a thousand years? Doesn't it mean that five hundred years ago, all the bulls, ghosts, snakes, and gods should have run away to another world with that dead old man? ”

"Why now, when it shouldn't have been, in a place where it couldn't have been, you see these Yin Spirits who should have died a long time ago?!"

"Could it be...... The so-called screening of gods and ghosts, only zài Oriental China? ”

"That's not right! Even the two-in-one gods and demons such as Yahweh and Satan had to be taken away by Hongjun, and these knights who were dead and unwilling to leave, what ability could they have to escape Hongjun's search by the creator god? ”

"It's not scientific...... How can it be?! ”

Han Feng's eyes were like searchlights in the dark night, staring at the boundless gloomy military array in front of him for a moment, and the doubts in his heart were like the water of the Yellow River, gushing endlessly.

"In any case, with the ability of these undead, it is impossible to escape the chaos caused by the collapse of the Three Realms...... They should have died out a long time ago, and there is no reason for these knights who have been dead for thousands of years to reappear! ”

The crazy brother is depressed, because this is the only phenomenon beyond his comprehension so far!

"Qin Shi Huang's guards have become terracotta warriors and yin spirits, and the burial grounds of Egyptian kings and priests have become tourist attractions - hey, except for the crystal skull!"

Han Feng seemed to think of something, but he didn't figure it out, so he could only hold his head and be depressed:

"Even the Chinese Heavenly Court, the Buddha, the Islamic Allah, the Egyptian priests, the Catholic God, and Satan could not resist the will of the Great Great, and they were all swept away to another world. And how did these knights, who were so humble that they could even be ignored, avoid the existence of Hongjun's divine sense?! ”

"What are they relying on?"

In fact, it is not the first time that Han Feng has encountered such a **-type case.

The thousand-year-old ghost Taj, the immortal dark creature, the dragon Xiaojin who can be reincarnated, and the cardinal who lives forever...... These should all be the contents that Hongjun will take with him when he leaves, but the strange thing is that these races that are free between gods and ghosts have appeared alive in the world five hundred years later!

Why is that? What does this mean exactly?

Could it be the source of the world-destroying catastrophe?!

The crazy brother looked at the terrifying army formation that should have disappeared in the years, and felt that his head hurt so much.

For Han Feng, this necromantic army can be destroyed in minutes. But the meaning behind its appearance and the dangerous origin it represents is where the crazy brother is most entangled!

Is it a bug deliberately left by Hongjun, or is there another existence in this world that does not shake Hongjun's will?

Even the great god of creation can not be ...... Will you still be afraid of the Korean wind that saves the world?

The crazy brother held his head, looked at the neat formation with empty eyes, and countless possibilities and conjectures passed by in his heart like lightning, but none of them could explain the scene in his eyes.

Whether it's Taj or Arthur, or WindClan or Cardinal, they're all just coincidental creatures or creatures that wander the edge of the realm of gods and ghosts. There are very few of them, and they are not at all generalizable.

However, the necromantic army of almost 100,000 troops in front of him appeared in the air with a big swagger!

Nearly 100,000 undead who should have been reincarnated or punished a long time ago were able to escape Hongjun's divine sense? Can you still appear in this world as always?

What kind of trouble is this Hongjun going to make? Or is there something else trying to make trouble?

If it's the latter, then who?

Han Feng's mind was about to explode, and he didn't know how to unravel the secret behind the necromancy. However, Zhao Feifei couldn't help but be surprised when he saw that his man was so distressed:

"Husband, there are so many people on the other side, where did they come from? Is it possible that the Western world is also equipped with so many chengguan? I don't know how ...... their combat effectiveness."

Han Feng smiled, didn't explain, and stretched out his hand to pull this Nizi into his arms:

"Feifei, have you heard of the Crusaders?"