"The treasures created back then must also find a new heir, these things must not be sealed forever with my demise, after all, it is the blood clan that really needs them. Amon wiped the sweat from his head and stood up, and seven blood-colored pillars of light the thickness of buckets erupted around him one after another, and the figures of seven weapons of various weapons loomed in it, although some of them had not yet been unsealed, but they all exuded bursts of reluctant wails, as if they understood Amun's plan.

"The second treasure of the blood clan, the soul draining knife, unsealed!" A drop of blood was sprinkled, and the pillar of light on Amon's right hand suddenly broke, revealing the true face of a short knife that looked ordinary. The blade of the knife about half a meter long is unpretentious, followed by the handle without a gauntlet, which looks quite neat and crisp, "The soul draining knife forged to deal with the demons, the curse on the blade can completely terminate the regeneration function of the demons, but it's a pity that I can't try it myself." ”

Reaching out and touching the back of the knife, Amon sighed lightly, and then looked at the other pillar of light next to it: "The shield of the third treasure mirror protector should have been forged to deal with the chanting of humans at that time, right?"

After saying that, the pillar of light was broken, and a heptagonal shield appeared, saying that it was a shield, but it was actually very small, I am afraid that it was only the caliber of a large bowl at most, and there were still some deviations from the real shield. There is nothing special about this shield, the only thing that catches the eye is probably its mirror-like appearance.

The next four treasures were also unsealed by him in turn, and the seven treasures resonated and rotated around Amun, like a child entangled with his mother.

Reaching out and grabbing the god-killing spear in it, Amon waved his other hand violently, and six thick blood qi wrapped the remaining treasure bags one after another, and with his soft drink, they turned into six blood lights and ran in different directions, and finally disappeared from his sight.

Naturally, she saw these scattered treasures, and the familiar aura on them convinced her that they were from Amon's hand, but the trace of sorrow they exuded made her worry. Thinking that Amon had been seriously injured before, she couldn't help but feel a tightness in her heart, and hurriedly accelerated her speed and chased in the direction where these treasures were flying, just whispering to herself as she ran, "I'm not worried about him......

Back in time, three days ago, Hongchuan.

Soul Grief defeated four by one, and with the help of his ability to control the entity, he successfully shifted the attention of the four primordial species from the church to himself. It's just that these four huge primordial species, even the soul sorrow of the spirit of the spirit of the spirit can't wipe them out, and they have no choice but to fight with them.

In the basement of Hongchuan Cathedral, the survivors gathered in the shelter felt the trembling of the earth and wept, although there were exorcists who were good at spiritual chanting chanting and chanting the eulogy of calming people's hearts, but this mottled despair could not be dispelled for a long time.

Outside the Silver Lock Enchantment, Wang Bin and Alice gasped exhausted, their task was simple, to protect Andrews, who was desperately releasing his spiritual power. And it was Andrews's complete outburst that the fire in the palm of his hand turned into a seven or eight meter-high flame giant in front of the three of them, and their real enemy at this time was no longer the tide of miscellaneous fish, but the real blood patriarch.

"The puppet king Dyce, really lives up to his name. As he spoke, the palm fire threw a heavy punch, and the scorching breath instantly turned the fist wind into a scorched earth wherever it went.

The expressionless Dai Si stretched out a pair of flesh fists expressionlessly to meet him, and the wind howled and actually took the heavy punch of the palm fire, and the price was only a few steps back: "As long as the machine spirit appears, the spirit weapon will not be damaged, unless the machine spirit dies." I miscalculated this, and I was going to use pressure from all sides to solve you completely. ”

After speaking, Dyce's arm suddenly burst open, and countless blood-colored threads suddenly shot out from the inside of the arm, which was completely like a machine, and wrapped around the giant fist of fire in the palm of his hand, instantly covering it with a layer of blood.

Without hesitation, he raised his other hand to cut off his flame arm, and the fire in his palm jumped backwards to the front of the enchantment, and whispered without looking back: "Andrews." ”

Hearing the call of the palm fire, Andrews instantly burst out with surging spiritual power and turned into a flame, and the wound of the palm fire was repaired in the blink of an eye.

However, at the same time, the severed arm of the palm fire was completely covered with blood-colored silk threads, and after a strange scream, it turned into a monster about two meters tall and with seven or eight mouths.

"It's not the way to go. Andrews's spiritual power is also running out, and if we can't find a way, we'll be in trouble. Alice said as she froze a blood slave who tried to get close to it into a piece of ice, and couldn't help but turn her head to look at Dais, who seemed to be facial paralysis on the other side, "This guy only has a brain or is it original, and the rest of the body is completely puppet machinery, and the brain is completely protected by the dark magic barrier of the blood clan, and the chant can't work at all." ”

"And those bloodshots are nasty too...... A fight with the uncle's soul-controlling silver lock. Wang Bin barely supported his body with a cross staff, he was the weakest of the first riders present, even Andrews and Alice couldn't hold on, how could he be safe. Moreover, his spiritual weapon is more suitable for melee combat, and the dual consumption of physical strength and spiritual power makes him unbearable.

Hongchuan City.

Xiao Jiaying's clothes were already soaked in blood. In the slightly bloody night breeze, she calmly took a deep breath and looked at the buildings around her that were full of bullet marks and knife marks, and then looked down at the blood clan robe wrapped in a handful of sand and a few broken big swords at her feet, Xiao Jiaying suddenly felt the urge to cry.

Once upon a time, how many people in this land fought against these aliens like themselves, and how many people gave everything for it?

"I've already treated your wounds, don't you feel right?"

"Well, it's all right. In response to the words of the demon flame in her head, Xiao Jiaying looked at the Hongchuan Cathedral surrounded by firelight in the distance, and couldn't help but be a little anxious, "It's too late to rush back now, what can I do to help?"

Without any hesitation, the Demon Flame of Annihilation said categorically: "Sniper!"

On the other side of the globe, the American Branch.

The golden vortex in the sky was like a huge curtain, but instead of images, countless delicate blades were reflected, and all kinds of weapons were dazzling. And before this curtain, the director of the Americas, who held a delicate hand thief in his left hand and a huge shield and sickle in his right hand, and was known as the first marshal of the Martial God, was spitting blood while smiling at the patriarch not far away.

"It's not so much that you have countless spiritual weapons, it's better to say that your spiritual weapons are the space where countless spiritual weapons are stored. As he spoke, the patriarch grabbed the wreckage of a building, and countless blood streaks instantly wrapped it along his arm, turning into a dark red longbow in an instant, and his back was covered with radial blood-colored arrows in the blink of an eye, which looked like a wall of blood at a glance, "To be honest, I'm not much sure that I can beat you, but if you come to it, you have to fight it, don't you?"

"Fight it, I should say that, right?" the Martial God snorted disdainfully, "But you guessed it right, my real spiritual weapon is indeed not this emerald blade golden scepter, but the world behind me that claims to be the king of the aria." Forget it, it's useless to talk too much nonsense with you, just do it!"

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