The room has become a place like a sea of blood, countless human stumps on the ground showing strange postures and positions, blood continues to flow on the ground, dyeing all this place blood red, the screams faintly sounded, but it was already very weak, it seemed that the owner of those voices was about to die. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

Sang Zhefeng stood in the center of the room, all around him with blood, layer after layer barely reaching the soles of his shoes, and the sword in his hand was also bloodstained, dripping downward.

But his body was surprisingly clean, and there was no trace of blood, as if those people just now had nothing to do with him.

A twisted smile hung over his face, and a muffled voice came from his throat.

"Goo, hehe~" He put his other hand on his face, covering half of his face.

"It's delicious~ Hehehahahaha! What a perfect gift, hahahaha!! ”

He smiled like a play, and his figure writhed with his figure.

He laughed maniacally, then gasped, and finally calmed his breath, the expression on his face calming down again.

He made a standard aristocratic salute and bowed to the dark and shallow not far away.

"Thank you for your hospitality."

He was satisfied, as if he were a gluttonous eater, but what he tasted was these bloody killings.

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He sat in the darkest place and looked at the man in front of him.

Watch him kill his men with laughter, watch him enjoy killing like a madman, watch him stand tall in the blood.

Look at this crazy man in front of him.

He looked a little stunned, and he seemed to suddenly remember something he had seen before.

God told him what "she" was looking forward to.

"O Lord of lords......"

He said the word slowly, as if he were moaning in a low voice.

He watched him come over, and he didn't move, because he couldn't. His body had long since taken on a certain "god" form, and he had gained almost infinite life, but he had no control over it himself, and could only sit in the darkest darkness.

He placed everything he had on faith, it was everything he had, everything he had, and he couldn't give it up.

And now, as if he had given up, he just quietly watched the man in front of him kill everything, but he didn't react at all, as if those people had nothing to do with him at all.

He was just looking at the man.

The man walked up to him, he looked up at him.

"It's ugly."

The man smiled, picked up the sword in his hand, and shook it from side to side, drawing sword light one after another.

He didn't reply, just looked at the man.

"But," the man stopped dancing his sword abruptly, and leaned down to him. "Look at your eyes, you seem to ...... Happy? Hmm~Interesting~"

His eyes fluctuated again, as if he was changing his mind.

The man looked at him, suddenly stunned, and then laughed maniacally.

"Hahahahaha! That's interesting! This kind of thing can happen! There would be such a person! There could be such a scenario! ”

The man raised his sword.

"Your faith? It's nothing more than a dregs. Your mind? It's nothing more than waste. Your life? It's just a ruin. You? You? You guys? It's just food on my plate! ”

The man swung his sword.

"All of them, I'm going to disturb them; All of them, I will destroy; All of them, I'm going to crush. Just to see you again! ”

Blood splattered and stained the man's clothes.

“…… Just for ...... ...... Atonement

Sang Zhefeng said.

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"Are you alright...... He's going there alone......"

Artoria looked at the place where Sanzhefeng walked in with some concern, and said to Joan of Arc.

"It should be fine." Joan of Arc was a little unsure. Although she knew that she was summoned by Sang Zhefeng, she did not know Sang Zhefeng's strength.

The system gave her the knowledge of this world, the memories of the previous relationship with Sang Zhefeng, and attached a personal emotional explanation. But she didn't know how strong Sang Zhefeng really was.

Although in that introduction, it was systematically said that Sang Zhefeng is a "guy who looks awesome, but doesn't care about others at all, this guy is simply relying on his own brain to do evil there!" But this only means that Sang Zhefeng's brain is spinning quickly, and it does not prove his combat effectiveness.

But he hasn't disappeared now, which proves that Sang Zhefeng has nothing to do. After all, he is his servant, and if he dies, Joan of Arc will feel it.

Joan of Arc could have survived for a while after Sanzhefeng's death, but it certainly wouldn't last long. Joan of Arc didn't really want to go back to the deserted Valhalla—it didn't make any sense!

But it's useless to think so much now, it's better to wipe out the enemy in front of you first.

Artoria and Joan of Arc didn't walk towards the enemy defenses as blatantly as Sanzhefeng, the two of them hid in the grass and slowly moved towards the enemy building little by little.

Maybe it was because Sang Zhefeng made too much trouble there, and the defensive magic on the way was not triggered at all, and the two of them successfully arrived at the door of another defensive building.

Their doors are just ordinary wooden doors, the kind that can be kicked open with a single kick. The two girls crouched on either side of the doorway, exchanged glances with each other, intending to kick the door open the next moment.

But just as the two girls were about to do it, the wooden door suddenly opened on its own.

In the midst of the two of them's surprised gazes, a large man in a black robe came out of it.

"Damn, what the hell is a monster over there. The Lord is above! Could it be a fifth-order sword master? ”

The dude scolded and spoke, and then he stopped talking right away.

In front of his eyes, two girls were squatting there.

…… The situation seemed awkward......

Artoria was stunned - what to do? To fight or not to fight? It's against the spirit of chivalry to fight, but shouldn't the kind of person in front of you be entangled in this? Yikes! It's so tangled!

Joan of Arc was stunned - what's going on? To fight or not to fight? I don't like to kill, and I don't like war. But this person in front of them is someone who will threaten innocent people! But I'm still- so struggling!

The big man was stunned - I was stunned for so long just now, and these two didn't make a move? It's incredible!

However, this one is definitely not a good stubble, and after reacting, he immediately pulled out his weapon and turned to the two girls.

However, this time it was a relief for Artoria and Joan of Arc.

Artoria thought that fighting back should not be a violation of chivalry.

Joan of Arc thought, I shouldn't have a problem fighting back.

So these two directly used a counterattack to kill the big man......

The man flew out upside down, although Artoria didn't have that much strength now, but Joan of Arc did!

Artoria swung away the man's weapon with her sword, and Joan of Arc drew it with a flagpole next to her, and then ...... And then there is no more......

That big man with a big shape is a third-order warrior, and Joan of Arc, a heroic spirit, is definitely evaluated as a fifth-order warrior in this world. She pulled out the flagpole like this, and it was strange that the person didn't die.

And that's not even the most unlucky, the most unlucky are those behind the big men.

They originally followed the big man out, but who knew that the big man suddenly stopped, and the people behind them also stopped, looking at the front curiously, wanting to know what the big man had encountered.

Immediately after that, the big man flew back - the powerful force was not light on the man's mass, and the one behind him was directly knocked into vomiting blood, and the last emaciated assassin was directly crushed to death when he couldn't dodge - this person was also unlucky to die.

The disciples looked at the big man who died as soon as he opened the door in amazement, and then looked up at the door, where the two girls were standing heroically.

"Surrender."

The girl holding the battle flag said, the sunlight outside shining on her body, looking sacred.

Joan of Arc looked at the cultists in front of her, she knew that these guys were not her opponents at all, but instead of making a move, she was there to persuade them to surrender.

She really hates killing people.

The feeling of having your hands covered in blood is so bad.

Although she killed countless British soldiers when she was in France, it was also a helpless move, no one wanted to kill, no one wanted to have their dreams full of dead bodies.

Joan of Arc, who is called a saint, is naturally even more reluctant.

But she soon discovered that her dissuasion had no effect at all. The disciples in front of them quickly put away their surprised expressions, turned expressionless in unison, and then attacked Joan of Arc and Artoria.

Joan of Arc sighed and waved the flagpole.

She knew how these believers felt, and how could she, as a believer in God, not understand this? And she's been through that too......

She made a sweeping movement forward, and three or four assassins who rushed over were hit by the waist, and were directly sent flying ten meters away.

But these guys didn't stop at all, and as Sang Zhefeng said, they went crazy and crawled towards this side, trying to blow themselves up.

But they didn't have that time, Artoria's sword had already delivered the final blow, killing them.

But the girl's face was still not very good, this Artoria was not the heroic knight king, at least now she was just the captain of an adventure group, not a battle-hardened soldier, so naturally it was impossible not to feel the vanishing life.

Only then did she realize why she had just taken on a survey mission to become like this, and shouldn't this kind of thing be the duty of those knights of the city guards? Why did she do that? Shouldn't she have gone back to the city to collect her bounty by now?

But she quickly recovered.

She is also a knight, although there is still a gap between her and the knight king, but she is still a knight.

How could a knight in the name of guardianship leave those villagers behind and hide in a safe place alone?

She gritted her teeth and went on with her work.

At least for now, she hasn't given up.

The cultists here are obviously weaker than Sangzhe's side, although there are quite a few of them, but when they encounter Joan of Arc, they are basically killed instantly, although Artoria is trying to kill the enemy there, but the speed is obviously a big beat slower than Joan of Arc, and sometimes even needs Joan of Arc to support, which makes Artoria a little depressed - obviously she looks about the same age, why is the gap so big?

Soon, there were only a few cultists left here, and it looked much more harmonious than Sanzhe's side - most of them were killed by the flagpole, and most of them were internal injuries, and inevitably a few of them were hacked to death without too scary wounds. It's not like Sanzhe Feng at all, and it's a hell on earth.

However, this Supreme Bishop's division was also unlucky enough, and he was unprepared to be attacked by two fifth-order [Joan of Arc and Sanzhe Wind (Mist)] with a third-order (that third-order can actually be ignored). Inexplicably ruined, and the strongest one seems to have been killed before he could make a move (the one that Sanzhefeng slashed. This point back level is okay......

However, this matter is not over at all, and even this is only the beginning.