Overworld, Unknown Sector, Terrariel.

The sound of a desolate trumpet resounded through the wasteland, where two armies were facing each other.

The military flags in the black armor army formation on one side are unfurled, hunting sounds, each flag is embroidered with a Hu character written in regular letters, the soldiers are all black oriental retro armor, and the soldiers at the front of the military formation have formed a steel defense line with a long tower shield, and the shield surface is depicted with exquisite lines.

On the other side of the battle was a sea of dark golden armor, with a steel wing erected on either side of each soldier's helmet, a piercing eye embroidered on his chest, and an eye of truth embroidered on the banner that covered the sky.

Knock knock knock...

A low, rhythmic drum beat sounded, and the soldiers on both sides began to beat their shields.

In the center of the formation of the Black Armor Army, a young man wearing a black bowler hat and a black trench coat stood on a high platform, with a black shell gun pinned to his waist.

Hearing the sound of drums and seeing a Holy Cult Army general wearing dark gold armor rushing out of the opposing army's formation, he snorted coldly.

These human magnates of the mortal holy cult army oppress sentient beings under the banner of gods and religion, and although they are not righteous and good people, they are still much better than these holy cult armies.

"Those religious lunatics are going to fight, beat the drums!

With that, the young man turned around and picked up the drum hammer behind him, and personally beat it against the big drum on the platform, and above the drum stood a lord's flag embroidered with Hu characters.

The soldiers of the Black Armor Army immediately took the order, and made a way to the sides like a tide, allowing the fighters of their camp to rush out.

Beneath the central platform, a young girl in silver-white light armor had already turned over and mounted her horse, a silver helmet shaped like a headband wrapped around her white forehead, holding her shoulder-length hair firmly in place.

The horse, also dressed in silver-white armor, received the order of its master, and immediately galloped and rushed out along the road in the center of the military formation, with a special banner erected on the horse's buttocks, and a long sword embroidered on the banner.

The speed of the silver-armored girl became faster and faster, and an arrow like an energy flow formed in front of her, and dark golden energy runes began to flow on the silver-white long sword in her hand.

The young man who was beating the drum turned around at this time, took out the shell gun pinned to his waist, and aimed it at the armored girl who was charging in front of the army, and then...

Bang!

A bullet whistled out with a stream of energy wrapped in it, ready to hit the girl's back.

The soldiers of the Black Armor Army immediately cheered loudly, and the drums instantly became louder.

The Iron Saintess who killed the Red Lotus, Joan of Arc.

At this moment, he accepted the reinforcement from his master, and immediately turned on the Killing Red Lotus state, and the silver-white armor burned with dazzling flames, dragging a long trajectory with the rapid movement.

Bang!

Click!

Joan of Arc crossed paths with the generals of the Holy Cult Army, and then continued to charge into the enemy's ranks.

The giant sword in the hand of the general behind him made a piercing crisp sound, and then shattered into more than a dozen pieces, and the general also fell to the ground from the armor of the Tibetan Horse Mountain, a terrifying crack appeared in the armor on his chest, and his heart was shattered.

The shield array of the Holy Cult Army was violently smashed away, and the soldiers facing Joan of Arc flew backwards backwards and were bombarded at least a dozen meters away.

Bursts of silver light accompanied by the rapid swing of the long sword, like a lawn mower with a circular trajectory, killing any close enemy in seconds, quite a kind of unparalleled posture.

"Charge, charge, charge, charge, kill them all! leave no prisoners!"

The young man standing on the high platform shouted an order, and the huge black armor army immediately began to charge collectively.

The cavalry riding the black armor war horses were the fastest, and behind the leading generals appeared a spirit body phantom, the soul body was wearing shabby armor, holding a long knife in his hand, and he was in a posture with his own spirit master.

In the camp of the Holy Cult, Joan of Arc, who has been transformed into a god-killing lawnmower, seems to be never tireless, slashing and slashing at groups of soldiers in close quarters with his long sword in his hand, while driving his horse to charge the enemy's military formation.

"Lord of the Dawn, we call upon you reverently, I beseech you to give the glory of victory! The dawn of dawn will consume all enemies who defy your will!"

"Lord of the Dawn ... ”

On a high platform behind the Holy Cult Army's formation, four priests in dark gold robes held their staffs alof, as if praying to the gods.

Bursts of energy rippled out of the circle between them, and Joan of Arc looked up, a hint of anxiety flashing in his eyes, he had no time to stop them.

A dark golden pillar of energy light descended from the sky, accurately hitting the circle surrounded by the priests.

The light cleared, and a young girl in dark gold light armor appeared in the circle, holding a double-headed scythe-like weapon in each hand.

The girl raised her head to look at Joan of Arc, who was slaughtering in the military formation, and then the armor on her face made a crisp click, covering her face.

"The dawn of dawn brings a new life of dawn, and the Iron Saint of Truth, Phoebe Sona, has been summoned by the devout disciples to sweep away some heresies who have disobeyed their masters!"

The two double-ended scythes burned with dark golden flames, and at the same time, they quickly turned a few times in their master's hand, and played a beautiful knife flower.

Jumping violently to the bottom of the high platform, by the time she landed, a group of horses in dark golden armor had appeared under the crotch of the Iron Saintess, and then rushed towards Joan of Arc, who was also the Iron Saintess, with her master.

"The only rebel, you will be escorted back to the kingdom of God to be judged by the Lord of the Eternal Night!"

Bang! The scythe and the silver longsword collided violently, then parted again, a short distance.

"You don't know anything about my mission, sister, go back, or I'll kill you. Joan of Arc replied with a calm look in her eyes.

"Yours ... Before Phoebe Sona could finish speaking, she was interrupted by the sound of a horn.

On the other side of the wasteland, on the side of the confrontation between the two armies, another army appeared.

In the center of the military array, a gorgeous platform carriage was pulled forward by nine white-haired foxes, and above the platform was a huge gourd, the surface of the gourd was engraved with a large number of runes of unknown meaning, and at the same time, two dark purple twilight energy chains spread out from the gourd mountain, and a girl in a robe was tied to the end of each chain.

In front of the gourd, a beautiful royal sister wearing a pure white dress pulled her waist-length white hair, and her eyes were extremely indifferent.

Syllable!

A delicate small fan embroidered with a white fox unfolded, covering the lower half of the royal sister's face.

The purple gold gourd is a child, and the nine-tailed demon fox dares to press the dragon. . .

In the Black Armor Army, the young man in the black trench coat narrowed his eyes, thinking about the purpose of Xihu's visit.

At this time, the purple gold gourd suddenly rose into the air, and the mouth of the gourd was facing the mortal holy sect army in front of the military array.

The next moment, the air behind the gourd was extremely distorted, and a circular range of twilight energy slowly rotated, and then condensed energy arrows one after another, shooting towards the master's enemies like a torrential rain.

"Soldiers of the Lord of the Laughing Wolves, obey orders... ”

The white long-dressed lady still held a small fan to cover half of her face, and although her delicate voice was not loud, it clearly reached the ears of every soldier.

Then her eyes became extremely cruel, and she severely damaged her beautiful face.

"Kill them all. ”