"Kneel, close your eyes, calm your mind, face the pillar of the gods, bow your head and pray in this closest place to God, and you will be saved......"

- The Book of Arthur

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"Your Excellency! You've finally come to our rescue! ”

The priest who fell to the ground raised his head, and even a little tear could be seen in his eyes with a gaze of admiration. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

"Does it really work?" Frey also looked up.

I saw the dawn of the rising sun shining on the round rose window that had been broken overhead, and a tall, or rather huge, figure fell rapidly.

Wearing a gilded crown with a fist-sized sapphire in the center, and white gold armor, he sits on a gold-rimmed throne with a maroon cushion.

The ring-filled hands clenched a blue hilt of the sword, and the shizhong sword that shone with cold light in his hand stood in front of him.

His chin was slightly raised, and his lion-like calm eyes were not angry and arrogant.

It's just that this action obviously doesn't seem to be in the fall, and in reality, King Arthur's body is not as huge as the fallen "King Arthur".

"Pound!"

The large piece of glass that fell from the top of the tower and painted the portrait of King Arthur smashed directly into the kneeling priest.

The priest who had previously raised his head was also submerged in a pile of colored broken glass, revealing only a bloodstained hand.

But until he died, the hand still held the bloody silver cross in his hand.

Frey, who quickly jumped back to dodge, also let out a cold sweat and almost died here himself.

Neither did the messenger of the gods appear at the top of the tower, but only three winged beasts, swaying from side to side under the broken rose window of the tower, watching the crowd scrambling to climb up.

The three beasts opened their mouths, baring their fangs, and their two spiked demon wings spread back, swooping down on the fleeing crowd, and even the long reddish-brown hair on their heads stood up.

A fierce beast swooped into the crowd, like an eagle catching a chicken, and grabbed an unlucky man with his hands and feet kicking and screaming wildly.

With a lift of his feet, he threw the unlucky man into the air, and the other two beasts suddenly stretched out their claws to hedge left and right, tearing the one who was spinning in the air in half.

"Ahh Some of the crowd screamed in fright at the sight.

The three beasts stopped in the air and swayed from side to side, letting out a "quack" laugh.

It's basically a game.

"Sister Dog!" Frey looked at the bright red blood falling like a drizzle, and had to mention that the dog sister in the crowd was worried.

The blonde-haired nun from before also turned her head to look at the beasts.

"Send me up!" Before the blonde nun could finish her long words, she rushed towards Frey at the speed of a 100-meter race.

"Huh?" Frey was stunned by the blonde nun's actions, and didn't know how to send her up.

It wasn't until the blonde nun passed by Frey that Frey realized that he wasn't talking to him.

Olaf behind him was already half-crouched on the ground, and the big axe in his hand was also held horizontally on his shoulder.

When the blonde nun stepped on the horizontal plane of Olaf's big axe, Olaf used all her strength and pushed the blonde nun high and flew directly towards the fourth floor where the crowd was.

"Really? The very seductive black lace edge, is this the choice of the royal sister? Frey looked up, his gaze shifting as the blonde nun flew over his head the second time, and his eyes began to blur again.

"Hey! It's time for us to withdraw! What are you doing here? A sudden voice from Wayne interrupted Frey.

Frey came to his senses and looked around, only to see that the crowd at the top of the stairs had all gone up to the stairs and were moving upwards.

He also ran with Wayne up the staircase.

It wasn't until the group climbed above the fourth floor that Olaf retreated all the way and swung the giant axe in his hand, breaking all the stairs he had walked through and falling down to the next floor.

The zombies who rushed forward without brains were all like diving, falling from that section of air steps to the next staircase, and some even fell directly to the marble floor on the first floor, their hands and feet had been broken, and they were still wriggling like maggots on the ground.

The skeleton soldiers, who had a slight ability to think, tried to jump, but the result was either that the more they died fell into a pile of scattered bones, or they were squeezed down by the group of zombies rushing forward behind them.

A group of people all climbed to the top of the tower, and watched the group of zombies below fall and climb up, fall and climb up, and then breathe a sigh of relief.

"Is it safe?" Frey wiped the sweat from the stairs he had just climbed, gasping for air.

"For now." At this time, Gatsby looked at the tower, you step on me, I step on you, and the zombies piled up in a pile can't climb up, and he also regained his previous calmness, "If nothing else, the strategic air ships of the Knights of the Round Table will come to the rescue in a day, and we can be saved at that time." ”

Frey touched his chin and thought about it again, and for a day, it seemed that there was no shortage of water and food, which really dispelled his worries.

"Uh......" But just as Frey was about to sit down and rest like the exhausted recruits, he heard a coquettish pant at the top of the stairs.

Turning her head, the nun, with her long blond hair, covered in cold sweat and frowning slightly, stretched out her index finger to Frey, and walked down the stairs to the next compartment.

Frey hurried along.

"Are you alright?"

As soon as Frey spoke, the chief blonde nun in the room leaned feebly against the wall and slowly sat down on the floor.

I couldn't help it, showing a painful expression, and with a trembling hand, I also pulled out a tactical dagger, and used the dagger to pick aside the front hem of the nun's dress that blocked the thigh, revealing the thigh with a black lace leg ring.

On the snow-white thigh, a shallow scratch was already a little black.

"What is this?" Frey realized the seriousness of the problem, which was probably the result of a previous battle with the three beasts.

"Corpse poison." The blonde nun's tone was flat, but her brow furrowed from the pain of the spread of the corpse poison.

The dagger in his hand also made a cross on the wound on the inner thigh, and a thin stream of black blood also flowed down the blonde nun's leg from it.

"Help me suck it out!"

"Huh! This ...... this awkward part of the inner thigh made Frey's whole face red.

"Hurry up!" The blonde nun tugged at the collar of Frey's chest with one hand and pulled Frey in front of her, her already weak face almost making Frey unable to tell that she was angry.

"Okay......"

Frey could only grasp the blonde nun's long tight and smooth thighs with both hands and slowly lowered her head.

But looking at the pair of long legs in black suspenders, and the black lace leg rings tied just above the wound, I couldn't help but swallow a mouthful of saliva.

Then she pressed her lips to the inner thighs of the blonde nun.

"Hmm" Frey's breath hit the blonde nun's inner thigh, making the sensitive blonde nun unable to control her little gasp.

This gasp also made Frey's heart beat faster, and the hands that grabbed the blonde nun's long slender legs trembled.

But Frey's breathing became more and more rapid, and the blonde nun's delicate panting became more and more frequent, and the two hands wearing black silky sleeves could not control the rest of Frey's head, clutching Frey's hair.

It wasn't until Frey sucked out more bright red blood that Frey looked up.

But the blonde nun in front of him looked a little wrong, and stroked Frey's face with one hand, showing a smile of successful training.

"Are you alright?"

The blonde nun didn't answer Frey, but just smiled again, reached out and pushed, pushing Frey straight backwards.

Leaning forward, the two hands pressed Frey's hands tightly to the ground.

"Stop...... Stop it! Frey blushed and struggled, his breath completely out of order.

Watching Frey struggle, the blonde nun watched quietly as if admiring her prey, stuck out her tongue and licked her upper lip, then put her mouth close to Frey's ear and took a gentle breath of hot air.

directly made Frey's whole body soft, and let out a coquettish pant without any anger.

"Since I saved my sister, let my sister repay you well, lie down obediently, otherwise it will hurt." The blonde nun gritted her teeth in excitement at the face of such a tender prey as Frey.