With the influx of crusaders like a sea of super, the white-armored knights quickly spread from a dozen people to a hundred squares, and the originally spacious square soon became crowded, although it was still not Beowulf's enemy for a while, the giant sword in his hand directly swept more than a dozen knights like cutting wheat, but the tower shield in his hand was not easy to break through, and he surrounded this Nordic berserker with his body. Pen % fun % Pavilion www.biquge.info

"Although this knight order is not much better than the Hassan assassins in terms of strength, the number is indeed large enough, and it seems that it is enough for him to drink a pot now, and if he really kills the group of cannon fodder, his master will be considered useless no matter how full the magic power in his body is......"

Zhao Yingkong sighed, for an assassin, what she hated the most was this kind of hard hob meat, but before she finished speaking, she was interrupted by the warm breath that suddenly hit her ears, and after the body development was completely stretched, Zhan Lan's head was just able to lean her chin on her shoulder as long as it was slightly on one side, and the two slender thighs were also wrapped from both sides, and the two soft and beautiful bodies fit almost completely together.

"Ordinary crusaders may just be like this, but with the intervention of Jesus, they are not so simple, this is just the beginning, you see, the square has become wider and wider before you know it."

Zhan Lan licked her earlobe and whispered, the murmur mixed with her words from time to time was enough to make people's blood gush.

"Square?"

Although Zhao Yingkong was still a little shy, his attention was attracted by the square raised in the words, and a pair of strange big hands had quietly passed through his armpits and climbed up to the pair of snow-white towers on his chest.

This is a standard European-style old town square, a low-rise building with red tiles and white walls, a bronze statue nearly ten meters wide surrounded by towers and churches from all sides, although it is quite spacious, even if a dozen cars drive side by side can pass safely, but the tic-tac-toe road conditions are relatively complex, compared with those large squares, it is a little narrow, although it is not inconspicuous under the shadow of the edge buildings, but a closer look can find that something is wrong: at the moment the entire square is almost filled with silver and white, The speed of the crusaders did not slow down in the slightest, as if there was still an endless amount of space next to the congested passages.

"Normally, whether it is an enchantment or a domain, it is just to cover the surroundings, and to create the effect of a ** area by isolating the external law order, but now it is deliberately vacating the area where it is located, triggering the surrounding area into its coverage from the periphery, if the ordinary means are to divide a piece like cutting a cake, then this is like a large pocket that slowly opens, and it is packed all at once without touching the cake itself."

A hint of discoloration flashed in Zhan Lan's eyes: "I have to admit that this method is indeed unique, all the attention of the warring parties is attracted by the delicious cake in front of them, as long as you don't stretch out the knife in your hand to the cake, it will not trigger the other party's vigilance, and by the time you may be noticed by the other party, it will be too late." ”

"However, if you want to play an effect, you must be able to support until that time, this is also a preemptive tactic, if Beowulf has gone all out with the enemy as a lifelong enemy from the beginning, then these crusaders may not be able to survive until now, and it is really difficult to burn much in the face of such a group of enemies who are disgusting like maggots, this may also be a tactic they have already expected."

As soon as Alona's words fell, the whole person suddenly disappeared, replaced by a series of brilliant lights like jewels, weaving and intersecting with each other to gradually form a large web of light.

At the same time, in the battlefield under the clouds, if you look out from the perimeter of the square, you will find that the original exquisite and tight old city has been replaced by an incomparably vast pure white courtyard, and the whole sky is shrouded under the splicing of stained glass nearly 10,000 meters long.

The Crusaders were originally just a hundred knights after being spiritualized, and there was nothing else except the transformation of the will into the glory of the cross blessed by holy power, but at this time, each knight was at least a thousand people weaving, and through the storm of holy power set off by Jesus, they came here across the plane together, and through the resonance of faith and will, they directly conjured up the most perfect knight in their ideals.

Unlike ordinary crusaders, these knights, as the embodiment of the most perfect warriors in the resonance of will, have reached the pinnacle of human possibility in terms of religious devotion and martial prowess, and although they appear to be no different from ordinary crusaders in appearance, and do not have much ornate armor, mounts, or weapons, Beowulf quickly notices the difference.

Compared with the Spartans' fighting spirit that fully stimulates their own potential, they are more meticulous machinery, and there is hardly any kinetic energy wasted between one move and one stroke, and the giant sword in their hands is often blocked by several staggered cross swords before they can swing their slashing trajectory, which leads to the further sharp compression of the little remaining combat space.

Beowulf's crimson ** power driven by battle spirit and fury is blazing like fire, full of destruction and erosion, but the pure white ** power derived from the devout beliefs of the crusaders is extremely tenacious, when the disparity in combat skills, strength and magic has been leveled one by one, the original one-sided crushing battle situation has been completely reversed.

"Puppets are just puppets after all, you monsters who don't have your own mind and will, obediently become the glory of defeat under my sword!"

Beowulf's sword only slashed a shield knight back a few steps, and after not even breaking the defensive posture, he let out a roar, and in the ancient drums and shouts, the giant sword in his hand became more and more ferocious, just the length of the sword body exceeded two meters, and various complicated and simple inscriptions continued to appear on the surface, and the ring at the end of the hilt also became a snake shape that bites each other.

The Giant's Sword, the weapon of the Giants who were destroyed by the flood and rebelled against the gods depicted in the Bible and Genesis is not so outstanding in terms of legend and popularity, and it is at least inferior to the Sword in the Stone or Longinus and the like, but the master of all these battlefields is Valhalla, as the most favored favorite of Valhalla, the power contained in this sword is also incomparable to ordinary treasures, but it has just condensed and formed, and it directly triggered a vision of heaven and earth that is almost enchanted.

Long before the gods were born, the giants walking around the abyss of nothingness presented their birth, rise, glory and defeat in the form of picture scrolls, with the ancient songs and war cries of the Vikings as if to directly pull this battlefield back to antiquity, and Beowulf, who wielded the sword of the giant, was the master of this ancient country, stepping on the corpses and the flames of war to challenge the invaders from heaven.