As the sun rises in the middle of the sky, the temperature becomes unbearably hot, and beads of sweat slide down the bodies of the coolly dressed cannibals. Pen % fun % Pavilion www.biquge.info

A priest with a headdress of colorful feathers and animal bones, and a delicate bone ornament, stepped out of the crowd. The cannibals suddenly stopped their noise, and the field became audible.

The priest went straight to the stake and whispered a word to the five "lost lambs," while one of the cannibals bowed his head and offered him a palm-wide piece of tender green leaf, or leaf paper.

The delicate leaf veins and meridians on it are clearly visible, and the twisted, grotesque tadpole-like characters are full of unknown beauty.

The priest followed the leaf paper, his expression became reverent, his withered fingers rubbing the handwriting on the leaf paper, and the corners of his mouth squirmed and slowly recited an obscure and difficult prayer.

Hundreds of onlookers knelt on the ground, their hands folded and their heads bowed, chanting in unison with the priest's tone. The original bloodthirsty and crazy momentum in them vanished, and instead exuded a sense of sacredness and piety.

I don't know how long it took, but when the priests stopped praying, the cannibals got back on their feet, and the thirst for flesh reappeared in their pupils.

The priest took the torch from his attendant and threw it between the timber and the grass without hesitation.

In an instant, the flames rose into the air, stretching longer and longer like the shadow of the devil, and the scorching light illuminated the pale, stiff faces of the townspeople, as well as the greedy eyes of the cannibals below. They stared intently at the "lamb", their scarlet tongues licking the corners of their mouths, their whitish knuckles clenching their weapons tightly.

Suddenly, a breeze blew, and the inexplicable coolness made the cannibals huddled together a little distracted, and even the priest squinted his eyes and had a moment of trance. When they came to their senses, they found that the evil flame that was about to burn the townspeople's bodies had suddenly been extinguished.

"What's the matter?" the priest's forehead was heaved with layers of mountains and ravines, and then he felt his vision above his head dim a little, and he looked up, and then he was stunned, speechless.

At some point, a figure with wings on his back and a pair of snow-white and bright armor was quietly suspended in the sky above everyone's heads.

He folded his hands on his chest, and through the gap between his helmets, his indifferent gaze seemed to be examining a dead man, which made everyone shudder and feel a little panicked inexplicably. The pair of silver wings flapped rhythmically, and the delicate feathers of art reflected a dazzling luster in the sunlight.

The comer is not good!

The priest didn't talk nonsense, and a full two hundred clansmen gave him plenty of confidence. He waved his right hand decisively at the silver shadow in the sky, giving the command to attack.

But I saw that the cannibal army's arm muscles were high and bulging, and they used the weapons in their hands as spears and threw them towards the target!

"Whoosh-" A sharp sound sounded through the air, and hundreds of black shadows swept across the sky like a flock of crows covering the sky, completely engulfing the silver shadows.

Then they lost their goal in front of their eyes.

"Roar!" The intense anger and uneasiness prompted the more than twenty Black Iron Cannibals in the field to react.

In the high-pitched howl, their flesh began to change, their bodies crawled on the ground and wriggled in pain like beasts, black hair, fangs, and sharp claws burrowed out of their skin like straws, growing wildly, their muscles were perverted, and their limbs were stretched and strong, especially the face was protruding forward, forming a sharp wolf kiss.

The fat scarlet tongue sticks out its shiny teeth slightly, exhaling hot air. The eyes of the beast born with the doji star were filled with blood-red madness.

Twenty-four werewolves, appearing in broad daylight. They fell on all fours, howling madly and lunging at the Silverarmour.

The Silver Armor Man, that is, Rodin who summoned the Silver Flame Rose, has already thoroughly gained insight into the cannibal forces of Fergirah Town through his blood-colored senses.

Twenty Black Iron, four Bronze, and one Bronze Pinnacle Priest.

This force was no less powerful than the St. Gallen City Guards, and they were only one of the fifteen strongholds of the Guinsian Legion. Fifteen strongholds in one, and even a direct siege of the city.

If an army were to pour into St. Gallen, I am afraid that the entire city would not be enough to feed them for a month.

Could it be that Dinoan, who collaborated with Gounz, was willing to accept an empty city?

He couldn't understand the other party's practice of setting himself on fire.

However, the immediate priority is to solve the immediate dilemma.

Two hundred cannibals, he plans to spare any of them.

The power of the blood spirit rolled wildly, and with the blessing of the Silver Flame Rose, he was like a ghost, coming and going without a trace. Every time they swept past ordinary cannibals, the bone spurs on their silver wings and joints were like sharp blades cutting into tofu blocks, easily disemboweling them and cutting them in half.

At the same time, a tidal wave of phantom limbs flew behind him, occasionally engulfing a cannibal, burrowing into its body to suck the essence of blood, and then throwing a withered corpse.

In just one minute, there were ten more corpses in the field.

And the progress of the Blood Spirit quietly became 15/100.

But no one showed the slightest fear.

Werewolves chasing after each other, from time to time stop to look up to the sky and let out a wild howl, and the cannibals affected by the howl attacked Rodin as if they had been beaten with blood.

Their faces were crazy and seemed to have lost their minds, and what was even more terrifying was that in the wild howl, some cannibals who did not yet have the ability to become beasts actually began to become beasts.

In a matter of moments, the number of werewolves in the field had grown from twenty-four to thirty-four, and the number was still increasing.

For werewolves who are at least at the beginning level of Black Iron, Silver Wings and Bone Spurs alone cannot be put to an end lightly.

Under the armor, Rodin couldn't help but look solemn.

It is hard to imagine how many werewolves can be born by the gathering of thousands of people in the Goose by the call of the wild.

"Can't let them converge. A strong killing intent surged.

Behind him, the terrifying phantom limbs swung even faster.

On the other hand, werewolves are fast, but they don't have the ability to fly, for the silver-armored people who soar in the air. Can only be flown alive kites.

A touch of viciousness swept over the face of the sacrificial Tade, who was protected by layers.

As the spiritual leader of the Fifteenth Regiment of Guins, at the helm, he would never allow the great union to be destroyed.

Even if the other party is a silver-level powerhouse.

The white teeth bit through the index finger, and the priest used his own blood to outline ten blurred blood shadows in the air.

They float and wriggle slowly and steadily like red ink spreading in water.

In the rapid and ancient incantation, fireflies-like red points of light and rich fire elements came to the call, frantically pouring into the blood shadow.

As if given life in an instant, they turned into blood-colored ghosts, dragging their long meteor-like tails and shooting at the five townsfolk on the stake.

Not far away, Rodin, who was able to deal with the werewolf with ease, shook his wings backwards, and the wind swept in front of the townspeople.

At this moment, the blood-colored light in the field intertwined with the silver light. Ten blood shadows pierced through the sharp wings and bone spurs like virtual bodies.

Directly invaded the flesh of Rodin, who was covered by the Silver Flame Rose. At the shouts of the cannibals, the flying silver-armored figure froze, and fell to the ground suddenly, without moving.