The dragoons drew their swords and shields, and galloped across the edge of the battlefield with their horses, encircling the Dreadnought Knights in the center. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

The dreadnought knight rushed towards the elven priest like a gathering of ten thousand swords. Rushing to step on the corpse of his companion.

Showing up fearlessly, he looked at the cavalry that was speeding over, and flew up. With a flash of holy light, golden boots thicker than fishing boats appeared out of thin air, imitating flying kicks, and blasted towards the cavalry, the "soles" larger than the wall.

The first cavalryman slammed into the "sole" with a "poof", the horse's neck was broken, and the knight's helmet was smashed into cake. And this "sole" still came unstoppably, pushing the corpse of the cavalry backwards, killing the two knights behind one after another.

The dragoons were dumbfounded, and only then did they understand the domineering of theocracy. Killing three soldiers with one kick, the combat effectiveness of the priests is at least fifty years ahead of the secular state.

Lu, who had always been obsessed with violence and enjoyed fighting, was now fighting even more passionately to promote the power of the Light, trying to show off his strength to save the prestige of the Holy See. She didn't dodge the splatters of blood, performing gymnastics on the neighing blood field of the horses, and with each 360-degree spin kick in the air, she could deform the enemy's armor with the heel of her shoes, squeezing out red juice like a twisted can.

This is not the most infuriating, the most tragic and infuriating thing is that after she violently kills the target, the magnificent and surging golden force field will indiscriminately affect the troops within five meters, which is similar to the force field of holy light, sometimes transformed into huge and cute boots, sometimes transformed into a magnificent and slender five-finger mountain, flexible and changeable, fancy sweeping the battlefield, kicking deformed armor flying all over the sky, killing extremely dazzling.

The dragoons led three cavalry divisions with a total of 12,000 cavalry and waved their troops to cover the killing.

The camera zooms out and looks down, and the position of the Dreadnought Knights is instantly encroached upon, surrounded by a black spot.

In the end, there was not a single enemy left on the battlefield that could stand up. The wind brought the scent of flowers and blood, and the scattered Sirisa horses stood beside their master's corpse and flicked their tails, and the deformed and blood-soaked armor covered the turf horizontally, and the ground was full of broken swords and broken flags.

Xiao Qian saw through the crack in the door that the entire army of the Dreadnought Knights was annihilated, and the whole person was frightened.

Panting, he stood in the center of the corpse with his bare waist, his numb fingers trembling and unable to clench his fists. Her blonde hair was stained with red spots, and she breathed in the white mist rapidly.

"Shocking killings. Claude, who was inspecting the corpse, came over and complimented, "You must be tired, so leave the inventory of the battlefield to us." ”

Lu slowly straightened up, lifted her chin proudly, and said weakly and tiredly, "It's just killing insects for the land, what's so tired?"

She used the force field generator for half an hour in a row, and her physical strength was extremely overdrawn, and she was so tired that she didn't have the strength to lift her hands even if she took a shower. But she held on to the scene and didn't want to be looked down upon by men.

So after she finished bragging about it, she turned around and left, trying to find a lonely place to rest alone.

But Claude thinks that in the eyes of the elves, humans are nothing more than bugs. At present, in order to fight against the demigods, the elves and the military department are fighting together, and when the demigods are annihilated and the external pressure is lifted, the contradiction between the military department and the elves will inevitably erupt. At that time, how to deal with the invincible elven priest?

He had begun to look out for the priest's weaknesses. So he shouted heartily, "Lord Priest, what are the props you are using? Force Field Generator? Is that golden thing a force field?"

With his bloody little hands on his back, he smiled back mischievously, and his blonde hair shook up in a circle: "That golden fist is the holy light." I have won the battle for you, and each of you must be religious, and this week please write an 800-line reflection and submit it to the Holy See, expressing the joy and experience of being under the protection of the Holy Light. Be sure to pay it on time, or the Light will beat you. She playfully shook her fist, smiled brightly, and turned away.

Claude was dumbfounded.

The Holy See is sparing no effort to expand the faithful. The priest doesn't appear for free, the appearance fee is ridiculously high, and the price is to let the Holy Light take away the soul.

Claude felt the need to discuss measures to restrict the Holy See with the military department.

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Half an hour earlier, the first sound of artillery in the distance had begun, and Frederick had given the order to open fire.

A circle of muskets fired at the same time, and the neat green smoke drifted into a huge circle. Because the flintlock pistol was accurate at 80 meters, Ferdinand, who was 20 miles away, was immediately hit into a hornet's nest by bullets.

Frederick pointed his sword at the smoking Ferdinand and said softly, "Look. ”

The Janissaries were horrified to see that Ferdinand, whose limbs had been twisted by the impact of the bullet, stood up straight again, and ten seconds later, his skin opened countless holes like "human skin flies", as if a dense crater arched on the human skin;

More than 800 warheads, like iron sand, fell all over the ground. And Ferdinand was restored.

Ferdinand broke the can, proudly raised his arms, tilted his head in defiance: "Kill me, keep shooting." ”

The Janissaries were terrified. Admiral Farina waved his hand categorically: "The second echelon stepped forward and shot for five minutes!"

The two circles of the forbidden army staggered shoulder-to-shoulder in unison. The first echelon was ordered to retreat, reloading muskets. The second echelon switched to the front line, aimed half-crouching, and fired indiscriminately. In order not to injure their companions by mistake, they aimed very carefully.

Ferdinand was staggered by the bullet. Five minutes later, the smoke cleared, Ferdinand was bombed in rags, and the human skin spat out bullets like loach holes, and the scene was extremely disgusting. Ferdinand, grinning in pain, admired the marshal's horrified look, and defied human firepower like a god showing off his strength.

The bullets were added, but Ferdinand was unharmed, and the frightening soldiers looked at each other and their outlook on life was shaken.

Frederick took his sword and circled around, observing the stunned and twisted faces of the Praetorian soldiers, and explained categorically: "See? He is an evil god, so he can never be killed by weapons. You may not believe that such a thing exists, but you will soon believe your eyes. ”

As soon as Frederick finished speaking, he suddenly urged his divine power to the peak, his figure was crooked, and his sword swept past Ferdinand, and when he raised his sword to stop his steps, Ferdinand's head was already flying in the sky.

The eyes of the forbidden soldiers followed the prince's head, and they all looked up, watching the head fall to the ground, bounce up, roll twice, and the collapsed facial features were not only muddy and bright red, but Ferdinand's neck also shot out a powerful fountain two meters high.

Frederick was silent in his mind for dozens of seconds, then waved his sword and pointed at the head: "Look. ”

Ferdinand had broken the jar and revealed his secrets without hesitation, and the corpse, even without a head, stood proudly in place, elegantly raising his arms like a magician to accept the salute of the audience. (To be continued.) )