Sang Zhefeng really didn't expect that he was so close to the legend of Celtic Ulster, and the second guy he summoned came out and directly said a line that made him silent for a long time......

"I am Cú Chulainn, and you are my master. Pen? Interesting? Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo”

Sang Zhefeng looked at the guy in front of him with a blank face, and for a while he didn't know what he was feeling.

So Sang Zhefeng said something while this guy was still there, "Ah, the scale of this war is really big", while looking at Joan of Arc, he said to him:

"Your teacher is here, too, probably north of you—you can probably find it."

Then the spearman in the blue leotard rushed to that side, although he was still there before leaving, "I'll go, how did you get my teacher!" But it still didn't slow him down.

It seems that the Irish child of light is still looking forward to being reunited with his teacher.

I don't know what the place where those heroic spirits in that world were located was like.

"Is it really okay to just let him go like this?" Joan of Arc looked at Sang Zhefeng, who was squatting there, and said, "Aren't you going to arrange a heroic spirit here to lay it out?" ”

"But who knew it would be someone from the legend of Celtic Ulster......" Sang Zhefeng looked a little helpless, "It's okay to say it to another person, but I really didn't expect this guy to come out......"

Sang Zhefeng sighed again and said, "Forget it...... The impact is not big, although there are still a few points to be recalculated, but it does not affect anything......"

Sang Zhefeng glanced at the dialog box in front of him again, the time taken to summon the Heroic Spirit on it was getting shorter and shorter, and it seemed that the twilight rain had gradually recovered.

Sang Zhefeng exhaled, then stood up and said, "Let's go, go to the next location." ”

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Twilight sat on the slightly damp ground, looking at the dim sky, it was already late at night, and the light of the moon was not enough to illuminate the whole sky, although the stars were still hanging high in the sky, but for some reason, it seemed extremely dim.

Maybe it has something to do with the hearts of people who look at the stars now.

"Naa," Heatham slowly rubbed to Hai Duyu's side, and said a little unenergetically, "Sanzhe wind...... It's going to be fine......

"Definitely." Hai Duyu smiled slightly and said, "He's Sanzhe Feng." ”

Heatham didn't reply, just nodded silently, and said in a somewhat almost self-talking, "That's right...... That's Sanzhe style......"

Twilight looked at the girl next to her, reached out and touched her hair, but did not speak.

Heatham seemed to want to dodge, but she didn't move, letting Twilight stroke her hair.

Twilight looked at Heatham, a sad expression on her face, but she quickly pushed it all back.

Are there variables in the chess game......

Twilight looked at Heatham, thinking silently. Her eyebrows twitched upwards slightly, but soon, she shook her head slightly.

This is our own business, and it has nothing to do with her.

She thought so.

But Twilight also knew it in her heart.

Even if she wants to keep "innocent" "people" out of harm's way, it's still unrealistic - because it's the result of their "sorrowful" existence.

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"Can I just stay here?"

The muscular man stood there brandishing two large iron halberds that looked like they were more than a person tall, and said in a rough voice, while Sang Zhefeng, who was standing in front of him, nodded and said, "Just stand here." I'm relieved to have the evil of the past to guard here. ”

"Ancient evil, haha, this name sounds very domineering, I like it."

Dahan waved the big iron block in his hand and said with a smile: "Then just kill all the things that don't look like people who have entered here." ”

"To be precise, there is no way to communicate, and there is malicious intent towards you." Sang Zhefeng shrugged his shoulders and said, "I don't know what kind of Heroic Spirit I'll summon next. ”

"Got it!"

The big man waved the weapon in his hand and laughed heartily again.

Sang Zhefeng nodded, and walked in the other direction. And Joan of Arc followed him on.

The two of them walked slowly, until they couldn't see the big man, and then Joan of Arc whispered, "That man looks amazing." ”

"That's Dian Wei," Sang Zhefeng looked at Joan of Arc, smiled slightly, and said, "It's really powerful." ”

The two walked slowly like this, along the way, Sang Zhefeng summoned the heroic spirits and killed the undead at the same time, and although the undead attack on the side of the fallacy became more and more violent, it did not pose any threat to the undead of Sang Zhefeng.

Originally, the overall strength of the undead under the fallacy was far superior to that of Sang Zhefeng's heroic spirits, but because she was worried that Sang Zhefeng would hide, she sparsely distributed the undead into the chess game, and what Sang Zhefeng had to do was only to lay "points" where they were most needed, so as to slowly defeat the fallacy's undead face.

To tell the truth, Sang Zhefeng really didn't take the "chess skills" of the fallacy to heart, although the weirdness and oppression of the fallacy brought him huge psychological pressure, and left a legacy problem that was very difficult to solve, but in this aspect of calculation and reasoning, Sang Zhefeng is sure that he can definitely get rid of the fallacy for several streets.

This chess game was basically over the moment the fallacy agreed.

Of course...... None of this is a given.

Because there is still this "change" here.

If Heatham had succeeded in taking advantage of the change, then Sanzhefeng would have lost this time anyway.

Even if he does eliminate the fallacy, he loses.

Sang Zhefeng closed his eyes slightly, and then breathed a sigh of relief.

He wondered if it was the right thing to kill before he did. But he didn't have a clear answer anyway.

"Maybe it's just for my guilt......"

Sang Zhefeng couldn't help muttering to himself.

"What's wrong?"

Joan of Arc asked curiously.

"Nothing." Sang Zhefeng smiled, and continued to walk forward.

"Let's go to the next point. Defeating that guy before it's too early is the best way to do it. (To be continued.) )