At the beginning of the morning, the holy light is like water, gently reflected in this boundless sea of clouds, forming a circle of beautiful dreams, like a fairy tale world, quiet and mysterious.

This should have been a breezy heirloom oil painting, but in this seemingly soothing landscape, it is full of bloody murderous atmosphere!

At least with Han Feng's supernatural powers, looking down from the cross that covered almost the entire sky, I saw countless torrents of iron armor, like a puddle of black water, which had already surrounded the center of the battlefield! With flags all over the ground and horns repeatedly, the trapped Li Qiuhan and Arthur and others were like tenacious reefs in the sea, trying to poke their heads out, showing bravery and resistance.

It's just that their numbers are too small, and under the siege of the dense military array, if it weren't for Han Feng hiding above the cross and looking down, it would be impossible to find the few more than 300 people in the sea of 100,000 people.

This is the shortcoming of Li Qiuhan and Arthur, and it has naturally become the proud capital of Pope Patrick.

"Dear Arthur, I suppose you should know how to make a choice by now, right?"

"Leave that evil Eastern heretic and return to the bosom of the Holy See! If you make the right choice, we can still be good friends. ”

Patrick was in the center of the encirclement, glanced around at the cardinal and Greek reinforcements behind him, pointed to the crusader knight who was as calm as iron, and said proudly:

"This is your last chance and that of your knights," the Pope made no secret of his determination to kill. "If you still stubbornly choose to fight, it will definitely be a sad ending!"

"Sadness?" Arthur sneered and strode out:

"Today's status quo is indeed very sad! I think if God were still there, if God could still see the face of a traitor like you, he would be very sad...... Or rather, outrage! ”

"Now, then!" Arthur pointed his sword at the Pope, his face was uncertain, as if he was looking at a corpse:

"Patrick, let your people come and understand what real grief is and what is the wrath of God!"

"Just that good-looking Oriental boy? What do you call the god-king? Patrick didn't expect a few fluttering words to make Arsna bow down - since it was a dead end, what reason could there be other than competing for strength?

At most, it is just a high-sounding way to find a moral high ground for yourself and seek peace in your heart!

Like now.

In Patrick's opinion, no matter how powerful the young God King was, it was absolutely impossible for him to be the opponent of these more than 100,000 heavy cavalry! What's more, the sudden appearance of the pterosaur group also laid an incomparably solid confidence for today's victory!

Especially the man, the one who was sitting on the back of the pterodactyl right now. Patrick couldn't tell whether he was in awe or disgust, but it was precisely because of that man's existence that the Holy See had a profound strength that was currently unparalleled in the world.

For example, the more than 100,000 cavalrymen who died on the road to the East!

It is a being comparable to a god, and it is an elusive ghost. Although it appears many times in the autobiography of successive popes, it has never been known to the world. Even though Patrick has been in office for more than thirty years, he was suddenly received by that man only last night!

Otherwise, the Pope would have thought that that man, like God, had become an irreversible myth and legend.

The truth is cruel.

In front of that person, Patrick can only choose to "change another pope" in addition to bowing his head, as an ambitious Patrick, what is the difference between being "replaced" from the high pope throne and dying?

So Patrick, like all the popes before him, swore allegiance with his soul. And like all the popes, he had the support of that man. Only then can we have today's crusader array, the support of the pterodactyls soaring in the sky, and the rare opportunity to take charge of the Holy See alone!

But even so, that person still appeared!

He was on the beast-like pterosaur. Patrick knew that if Arthur and the so-called "god-king" to whom he was loyal could not be resolved today, if he could not stabilize the situation in the Holy See after the disappearance of God, what awaited him was more than just deposed.

And death - real death!

Therefore, if the roadblock Arthurs are still unwilling to surrender, they must die!

The principle of "dead friends do not die poor", ancient and modern, Chinese and foreign, all common!

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"Interesting, interesting." Han Feng smiled lazily, but there was no hint of "interesting" in his voice, but he seemed a little cunning and gloomy, and he startled Zhao Feifei behind him.

You know, since she met Han Feng, the little girl has never seen such a sinister tone of this guy!

"It's always us who have the upper hand, when will it be the turn of a mortal to dare to chirp crookedly in front of Lao Tzu? To threaten my subordinates is to slap Lao Tzu in the face! ”

Han Feng continued to speak, but the anger in that tone was very obvious.

This guy intersected with Li Jiefang, and he didn't learn anything else, but the nature of the calf protector was completely excavated.

Zhao Feifei suddenly felt a little distressed, stretched out his arms to hug the man's head, gently leaned into his ear, and comforted softly:

"Don't be angry...... Whoever dares to ask us to look good, we will beat him so that he can't even open his eyes...... Good no good? Good ......"

Tang Yue'er was pulling Tana to chat, and said with a smile:

"Sister Tana, do you hear me? Your sister Feifei is a good example! This man is just used to coax him! ”

"Our husband is a donkey! As long as it is smooth, it will naturally be a strong laborer! However, this guy is not a big bad wolf! ”

"Our man is purely a big bad wolf!"

Sister Yue'er has now perfected the concept of stealing and changing, "we" and "our family", just like Tana has been dragged to Han Feng's bed, but Zhao Feifei is busy brushing the hair for a certain "donkey-headed prince", although she feels a little weird, but she doesn't have the heart to think deeply.

Tana was also innocent, and when she heard this, she sneered, and couldn't help but glance at Han Feng, trying to connect "Mr. Han", "Big Bad Wolf" and "Donkey", but she never got the point. However, Sister Yue'er said it really interestingly, so she smiled casually:

Mr. Han...... Is it the Big Bad Wolf? Do you eat white rabbits? ”

Han Feng was a little depressed, but even if he didn't snort angrily:

"White rabbit? Hum! What did this wolf eat...... It's always been a weed! ”

As soon as these words came out, Zhao Feifei and Tang Yue'er were suddenly silent.

Men can't be fed, and they definitely run out! Historically, in reality, all kinds of bloody lessons...... Is that less?