Pope Patrick suddenly felt a palpitation.

It felt so real, so terrifying, as if even my own heartbeat had lost its rhythm.

Blood, carnage, death, and fear, like a long snake that has bared its fangs, are tightly wrapped around the heart. It's like a murderous ancient demon god, who is smashing his heart hard at once with his huge and heavy hammer, and the unavoidable pressure makes it a little difficult to breathe!

His Majesty the Pope could even clearly feel that above this reckless void, under the light of the colorful sun, in the churning clouds of the golden dragon, there was a pair of eyes without any emotion staring at him coldly.

No! Those desperately cold eyes are not just looking at me, they are also looking at the whole battlefield, the whole world at the same time!

Patrick shuddered involuntarily and quickly pulled out of the battle circle. Because the Pope is sure that the owner of these eyes full of cold and dead air must only be the Grim Reaper! At this moment, he is indifferently watching the human world, ruthlessly counting the spoils that are about to be harvested - the soul of man!

Patrick's eyes widened, and he desperately searched the heavens and around to find the exact location of the Grim Reaper. Because in his hand, there is also a scepter given by God himself, maybe when the god of death really appears, he can resist or be accommodating.

But no matter what the Pope tried, he could not find out where the gloomy and indifferent eyes of death came from. Only the feeling of dead silence in the cemetery has not changed in the slightest, and it is still surrounded by death - and it is getting stronger and stronger!

The cold breath of death gripped the Pope's heart tightly. Patrick shuddered uncontrollably, and as a pope who had received God's inheritance, Patrick clearly felt the sinister killing force that hung over the entire clouds.

It was as murderous as the wrath of the gods, powerful and tyrannical, and no one in the human world could resist it, just as mortals could never resist the will of the gods.

At that moment, the Pope even thought that he had sunk into hell. I had to hold up the scepter and cry out in vain in my heart. No matter how much unwillingness and wish there are, they can only become an insignificant soul under the sharp scythe of hell death!

Almighty God, have you really abandoned your most devout people?

However, maybe God was busy, maybe God was still napping in another world, maybe God gave a sneer at the believers who betrayed him, and just as Pope Patrick was habitually praying to God, Cardinal Abraham, one of the three patriarchs who was besieging King Arthur, who had participated in the Second Crusade, suddenly fell to the ground without warning!

Patrick swore in the name of God that he had never seen King Arthur's holy sword touch Abraham, and even when Abraham fell to the ground, he had not even rushed into the battle circle!

However, Elder Abraham did fall, and fell on the clouds of his own accord without any attack or injury.

His face, like his body, was completely lifeless. With just one glance, the Pope knew that Bishop Abraham had left this world forever. His life of more than a thousand years, just today, has come to an end.

Patrick could not have believed in any cause of sudden death such as myocardial infarction or high blood pressure, cerebral hemorrhage. Because all of these patriarchs have been blessed by God to be forever healthy and immortal. How could he die suddenly like an ordinary old man in the world while fighting?

The Pope, who was close at hand, saw very clearly that Abraham was not attacked by any external forces, but how exactly did he die?

Could it be those eyes that are nowhere to be found and are everywhere?

Could it be that the Grim Reaper can't hold back and wants to harvest his soul now?

Or is it something else?

Patrick was shocked, clutching the scepter tightly in his hand, carefully probing the visions around him, but finding nothing. On the contrary, in just a few breaths of verification, in front of every besieged Knight of the Round Table, there was a cardinal who quietly paused on the ground!

They had just survived, they had almost lost the knight's life, they had just returned ...... But in the blink of an eye, like Abraham, he silently lost hundreds of thousands of years of life.

Could it be that the Grim Reaper has already begun to roll call?

But why are all the cardinals of the Holy See who died? And those knights of the round table who can't be killed and the polar bear people in this world who shouldn't be in the world have not been affected at all?

Could it be that the Grim Reaper only brought the roster of the papal patriarchs today?

How is this possible!

Not to mention that the bishops have long been transcendent from life and death, and it is impossible to leave their names with the god of death. Even if the Grim Reaper took advantage of God's disappearance to secretly enjoy this rich soul feast, it would never be possible to miss the knights and bearmen on the other side. Unless—Death is on Arthur's side!

It's even more unlikely. Because everyone knows that maybe the beliefs may be different, but death is equally fair to everyone, and there is no reason for death to favor anyone.

Don't...... In the opposing camp, there is still a master comparable to death hidden?

Could it be that it is the ...... that has not yet appeared? God-king?

When Patrick thought of this, his heart felt a chill. But in the time of thinking about it, more than a dozen cardinals died quickly one after another as if they had discussed it, and the speed was much faster than just now.

It's like a race to speed, and the end of the contestants is death!

…………

"Hehe, Xiao Lizi really took too much medicine!" Han Feng was excited to watch from the sidelines, dancing one after another, his expression was extremely exaggerated, obviously wanting Tang Yue'er to shift his attention to the battlefield next door, just like Zhao Feifei, instead of always staring at the "pulse".

Tang Yue'er saw that the man's heart was weak and Tana was ashamed, so she didn't have the idea of continuing to laugh, but after a little look, she not only frowned and said:

"Why is this Li Qiuhan's murderous intent so heavy? All of them are elderly, and it is not easy to live until now. I didn't expect this guy to be so ruthless, it seems that he really shouldn't have taken him to this world! ”

Han Feng touched his nose, although he was very disapproving, but he was arrested just now, where did he dare to speak out? I had to smirk, but I resolutely didn't say a word. However, that expression clearly showed that he was not against killing, which was quite consistent with Zhao Feifei.

"This is retribution!" The little girl pointed to the scene angrily, and said angrily:

"Sister Yue'er, if it weren't for these old men, Degaloff would be in danger of being besieged? In my opinion, this is the retribution that many evils deserve! It's the same result as being beheaded after robbing a people's girl...... And what is there to be pitiful! ”

Zhao Feifei was jealous and hateful, and did not care about the age of the dead bishops at all. I only know pleasure and revenge - who told you to beat me? Since you want my life, you should have the consciousness of being beaten to death by me!

Tang Yue'er smiled, but she no longer defended these old bishops, she only glanced at her fixedly, and her soft eyes were full of pity and strange apology.

Han Feng finally found the topic, and couldn't help laughing:

"Feifei, you're not right. Degalov of more than 300 of them will be 'besieged' by 200 Greeks? Besides, this robbed the people's daughter...... It's not going to be killed, is it? ”

Zhao Feifeiqiong's nose wrinkled, and her eyebrows were cold:

"Anyway, my Wind Clan can't be bullied! Also, why do you stand out for the bully who robs the people's daughter? Do you dare to think like this? Hum! If you provoke other women again, my aunt and grandmother, I will cut off the big head and small head together! ”

These words were a bit heavy, and even Tang Yue'er was included, which made several people quite embarrassed for a while.

In terms of priority, Tang Yue'er is of course the woman Han Feng "provoked" later, but Zhao Feifei also added the word "again" at this time, obviously very angry with Han Feng's evil behavior of "red apricots out of the wall", and she has not yet let go of her heart, how can this make Yue'er's sister embarrassed? On the contrary, it is the cruel words of "big heads and small heads cut together", and it is too much to talk about, thinking about Zhao Feifei's feelings for Han Feng, it is impossible to do that step.

The atmosphere was suddenly a little dreary. Fortunately, although the rouge tiger is very arrogant, he is also very smart. As soon as she saw the look on Tang Yue'er's face, she was immediately a little stunned. Hurriedly hugged Tang Yue'er's arm and shook it gently, while smiling sweetly:

"So Sister Yue'er, we must take good care of this big bad wolf!"

Tang Yue'er was still smiling and silent, Han Fengden was a little embarrassed, so he had to laugh a few times, cheekily hugged the two wives, and grinned while looking at Tana:

"Your husband is a rare love species in heaven and earth throughout the ages! Guarding such a beautiful peerless beauty as you, how can you be such a casual person? Don't worry, although your husband and I are handsome and extraordinary, not all women can look at it! ”

Although the two girls listened to him without any sincerity, they were also a little lost in the sentence "beautiful and peerless beauty", and were no longer entangled in the man's possible future moves, so they quietly hugged each other and enjoyed this rare warmth.

Only a trace of gloom flashed in Tana's eyes, and she wanted to turn around and distance herself, but she saw Sister Yue'er suddenly smile at herself. The beautiful smile that captivated the city was full of pity and encouragement, and even a little expectation, but he couldn't move his steps anymore, turned his head and pretended to look at the battlefield. But unknowingly, under the intensification of the heartbeat, a pink face that bullied the frost and snow quietly flew up two pale red flowers unconsciously......

Tana's slender and weak hands were clenched tightly in front of her, and it seemed that there was still a remnant of the breath left by Han Feng on her wrists.

Even the continuous killings can't fade the little bit of warmth in my heart!

PS: In my hometown these days, I can only guarantee 3,000 words a day. I can come back on the 24th, and I will be able to update the time for the past few days, changed to 8 o'clock every night, please forgive me.

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