Rianta's legs trembled violently, and the swelling in his lower abdomen became more and more intense, and he wanted to pee happily.

The twenty-meter-tall banshee leaned down, her blood basin mouth slammed open, and the powerful shock wave blew the six Great Sword Master-level Templars who rushed to the front staggered, and then both claws came out together, and two sharp light blades slashed down more than a dozen priests who were about to be blessed behind the forward.

The banshee was visibly tired and shaky, but Luanta had only reserves left to save her life.

"Your Excellency," the cronies leaned over and whispered, "the teleportation circle is ready, and the clothes are ready, do you want to change them now?"

Looking at the scene of shouting and fighting in front of him, Luo Anta was a little dizzy, and his intention became stronger and stronger, he felt that it was a miracle of miracles that he could persist until now.

"I can't stand it, my lord, even if you charge and die in your own right, you can't change anything, it's better to retreat to the Holy City and rely on the city defense to fight a counterattack. At that time, you will have experience in fighting demons, and you will definitely be entrusted with a heavy responsibility, and you will be able to avenge the revenge of the brothers today, right?"

The offer made Roanta's heart pound, but for some reason, his leg seemed to be stuck to something: "Uh, this, what will they do if they retreat now?"

"If you don't leave, the brothers who have received favors from your lords and want to repay them, won't their sacrifice be worthless?"

"But, but ......"

The cronies glanced at his legs that were sifting chaff, and gritted his teeth: "My lord, my subordinates have offended! You two, come and change your clothes, and carry your adult into the magic circle, quick!"

The dazzling light of the teleportation circle attracted everyone's attention.

The Templar who was at the forefront of the charge was furious: "Brothers, this ** breeder of Luo Anta is going to run!"

The Templar formation was suddenly in chaos, and the banshee was unceremonious, even biting and grabbing, and more than a dozen fell down.

The squad leader roared angrily: "Steady, can't mess up, can't mess up! Retreat is death! It's almost boring, it's almost boring—ah!"

The banshee clashed down with one claw, trying to split him off with the back of his shoulder straps. The captain's armor was good, and the tips of the claws were cut into his chest, and they didn't split—the power of the banshee had indeed dropped.

The squad leader roared, "I'll take you with me when I die!" With the last of his strength, he stabbed a sword into the fingernails of the banshee who was close at hand.

Emerald slime squirted from the banshee's fingertips. The intense pain made her tremble all over.

The priest behind the squad leader risked a magical backlash and laid a "Templar Glory", and then, as a matter of course, it triggered a backlash, and the priest spurted blood from his mouth and fell.

The powerful recovery spell worked instantly, and the team leader's wound healed quickly, making his heart beat for ten more seconds.

"Die, monster!" the sharp one-handed sword was raised for the second time, and it slashed hard, and with a bang, one of the banshee's middle fingers was cut off by Qi Gen.

The banshee let out a high-pitched scream.

"Opportunity, Attack, Attack......"

No attack was launched, and the squad leader turned back in shock to find that his comrades were retreating in confusion, and the team members who had sacrificed their lives to follow him had all fallen to the ground.

"At least...... I...... I did my best...... Forgive me, O God of Light......"

The squad leader's body shook and fell to the ground with a bang.

The frenzied banshee trampled on the chaotic crowd and pounced on the teleportation circle with red eyes.

Seeing this scene, Luo Anta suddenly went crazy and waved his hands frantically: "Put Lao Tzu down, put it down!"

The cronies were stunned: "My lord, we will ...... soon"

Luanta slapped him hard: "Put it down!"

Several of the attendants lowered their chairs tremblingly.

Luo Anta snot and tears were dripping down, and his pants were all wet, but his mouth shouted: "Lao Tzu didn't run, Lao Tzu didn't run, Lao Tzu will die here, die here! Brothers, kill her, slaughter her for me!"

The amplified circle spread his awkward voice to every corner of the battlefield, and some people began to turn back, but there were too few of them to pose a threat to the cruel angels.

The twenty-meter-tall terrifying demon jumped to Luo Anta in a few leaps, Luo Anta was a civilian officer, he didn't have much combat power, and he didn't have much magic energy fluctuations, and he was wearing the clothes of his entourage, but the cruel angel couldn't recognize him for a while.

The teleportation circle is behind him, and the preparations for teleportation are ready. But Roanta had no idea of escaping.

"Greed, anger, jealousy, pride...... The devil is a ...... we have unleashed," Luanta muttered, "and we are the only ones who can destroy it, but alas, alas, I realized it too late, and I will say sorry to you again in Heaven, everyone!"

He looked up at the bright stars in the night sky.

There are shooting stars streaked by.

At this moment, he suddenly remembered the scene when he joined the Holy Choir when he was six years old, and that night was also full of stars, and there were also the same shooting stars. I once made up my mind to fight for the well-being of the people in the world. However, later drunken gold fans made him forget this ideal, and even in his dreams, it was vague.

The huge claws were raised and hung above their heads, and the next moment, it was the end of their own lives.

The teleportation circle was activated, and the timid retinue fled, right?

"It's too late. Fortunately, there are still sober people. Dark, please. ”

The claws slapped hard, and blood splattered!

The banshee's terrible roar made the stars in the night sky tremble.

Luo Anta hurriedly opened his eyes and saw the ice spire standing in front of him, more than five meters high.

One of the banshee's claws was pierced on it, and the stinking green blood flowed everywhere. At some point, such a sharp giant ice spike appeared on the ground, and the banshee slapped it down with one claw, piercing the claw. Moreover, the blue color of the ice spikes was rapidly spreading along the gap in the palm of the hand to the entire arm.

The banshee gripped the frozen arm with her other claw and pulled it upwards with all her might, but it couldn't move.

"Magic? this intensity...... Aren't you afraid of backlash?

Roanta looked around in surprise, but couldn't see anything.

"Hey, look where, Lao Tzu is here!"

The voice came from a low place, and Luo Anta hurriedly looked down and saw a dwarf who was less than 1.6 meters tall, wearing a pair of large black-rimmed glasses, holding a spear in his arms, looking at him with vigour.

"You...... You are ......"

"An opponent of this level has also beaten you to the ground, I think your traditional faction is about to end, but there is still a little bit of blood, you can still barely look forward to it!"

"Your Excellency is ......"

"Let's clean up this stupid puppet first. ”

The dwarf turned into a blue meteor, and in a flash, he had jumped on the shoulder of the banshee. With a slight crush of her heel, the banshee's frozen arm fell and shattered into ice on the ground.

The banshee's mournful voice sounded halfway through when she was stabbed in the throat by a cone-shaped piece of sharp ice, and the force of the impact caused her to stagger several steps.

"The defense is so poor, I thought it would take a lot of trouble. Oh, and the evaluation of the combat power of the traditionalists has risen a little bit. ”

Luo Anta was surprised and delighted: "Sword Saint?

A hearty laugh sounded behind him: "Minister Roanta, don't come unharmed! ”

Luo Anta jerked back and saw a brilliant silver armor.

"Lord Hickstu?"

"The traditionalists can accept Director Dark's new policy, and they won't reject me in the future, right?"

"This ...... Thank you for your help, how about we fight off the strong enemy first, and then discuss it in detail?"

"Alright, Wilde, kill it!"

The little man did a somersault, pulling the banshee's hair up the back of her neck, and by the momentum of the fall, the spear in his hand shook out a dazzling blue flash.

The mass-produced Cruel Angel was split in two.