Sanzhefeng strolled through the deserted city, Joan of Arc following behind him, looking around vigilantly. Pen ~ fun ~ Pavilion www.biquge.info was also there from time to time looking at Sang Zhefeng with angry eyes, and the expression on that face was simply there to say, "Aren't you going to say something?" "This way.

Sang Zhefeng was very calm, he kept waving the dagger in his hand, and his eyes were still flashing bright red.

He is still calculating the situation of this chess, and now it is considered that Fallacy has started a war with Sang Zhefeng, and Fallacy has received a lot of damage, but Sang Zhefeng still has no way to directly solve this guy. Therefore, the two "people" still have to rely on this chess game to determine the final form.

"I said." Joan of Arc squinted at Sang Zhefeng and said, "Don't you have anything to say?" ”

Sang Zhefeng didn't look back, just turned his back to Joan of Arc there, and then made a shrug motion, "Huh? Anything to say? Not really. ”

Sang Zhefeng said in such a flat tone, while Joan of Arc over there sighed and said, "You guy ......"

Sang Zhefeng shrugged his shoulders again and said, "Is there no way to do this?" After all, if you stayed at that time, you would really lose a piece of combat power innocently. This is very detrimental to my future games. ”

"Why didn't I hear you so badly beaten before?"

Joan of Arc squinted at Sanzhe's wind. Sang Zhefeng smirked there and didn't speak.

"Okay, what the hell is going on here?" Joan of Arc didn't go too far to pursue what Sang Zhefeng said, she just sighed helplessly, and then turned to ask Sang Zhefeng about the entire chess game.

"One of the Heroic Spirits summoned earlier has already started to move freely here, and it should be possible to destroy many undead spirits normally. After all, that person was Celtic. The legend of Ulster is basically a man equivalent to death. Sang Zhefeng glanced at the dialog box floating in front of him, and said, "The time for the Heroic Spirit Summoning is also slowly shortening, and it seems that Twilight Rain is recovering quickly, and it won't be long before the next summon can be made." ”

"But it's still difficult to catch up with the opponent's undead army in terms of numbers." Joan of Arc thought for a moment and said, "Although the abilities of the Heroic Spirits should be higher than those of the undead, it is inevitable that there will be those who are stronger among the undead - this is very bad for you. ”

At this time, Joan of Arc gave full play to his ability to lead troops to fight, and it didn't take long to successfully calculate all this clearly.

"Almost......" Sangzhefeng agreed with Joan of Arc's words, but he still had an eerie smile on his face as he said this.

"But then our side becomes a matter of waiting for time, dragging time - and then running for our lives on the way. It's just that I don't like this kind of fighting. ”

Sang Zhefeng turned his head to look at Joan of Arc over there, smiled, and said, "Those undead are like nails, distributed in various places, but it is very easy to pull out those things. ”

Sang Zhefeng made a movement to wipe his neck, squinted his eyes and said, "With some small methods, you can clean up a large amount of this thing." ”

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The undead soldiers are constantly roaming over this ruined city, they are there to roar, unconsciously destroying those human buildings here, they are all led by fallacies, human "original symbols", they themselves have no consciousness, as pawns are simply the best thing.

Of course, these guys are simply monsters in terms of action and attack, and at this stage, the human ability is simply not able to defeat these guys.

Some strange creatures are constantly walking down the streets, and the sight of them is basically the crystallization of human imagination - God knows how humans before had such a powerful imagination and the ability to come up with so many strange things......

Suddenly, the guys walking down the street seemed to sense something, and they immediately looked in one direction - but the next moment, a bright red light flashed over their bodies.

Then there was a crumbling sound, and all the undead disappeared in an instant.

Skaha stood there silently with a bright red spear in her hand, she looked at the broken undead behind her, and muttered to herself, "These guys are completely different from the undead in the Shadow Nation before...... Something that seems to exist only for the sake of 'terror' and 'killing', among which the soldiers are good......"

Suddenly, Skaha's pupils contracted, and she quickly folded her body backwards. And the next moment, a black shadow struck in front of her.

The shadow quickly collided in front of Skaha, and then a puff of dust and broken stone quickly flew through the air and scattered in all directions.

And Skaha quickly bent his body towards him, dodging this sudden attack.

What is it?

Skaha's mind was startled, but she quickly returned to normal—for in the midst of the smoke, a ghostly figure swooped down on Skaha.

Skaha saw clearly that the guy was a strange guy with an iron triangle on his head and a machete in his hand, but this guy's ability was obviously stronger than that of ordinary undead, not those guys who were like cannon fodder.

What the hell is this guy...... There is no such thing as an undead - this is not an undead at all, it should be regarded as a weapon in the body of the undead!

The thing swung its broadsword again and slashed at Skaha on this side. Skaha was ready to fight, staring at the guy deadly.

But at this moment, a bright red light appeared directly in front of her eyes, and shot straight to the guy's chest, sending him flying out.

Skaha was stunned for a moment, she knew what this light was, and she knew whose hand it was.

"Teacher."

The man's voice came from behind her, and Skaha looked back to see a man in a blue leotard standing behind her, smiling at her.

"That's right, you're really here."

The man smiled and said.

Skaha looked at the man in front of her, and then a big smile suddenly appeared on her face, and she walked up and strangled the man's neck directly under her arm.

"Cú Chulainn, you kid is doing well."

Skaha laughed. (To be continued.) )