"Be bold, stop me!"

Tilda's right hand shook the ice spear on the ground, and with a "swish" of his left hand, he tore half of the side of the obstructive Saintess's long skirt, and the whole person suddenly shot towards Gascoen in mid-air like a bow and arrow off the string.

"Bang!"

Gascohen didn't move, and the moment he saw the ice gun about to stab him, a wave of air pressure impact shook around him, blocking Tilda's dash.

"Tilda, Tilda......"

Gascoen muttered with his head bowed in midair, like a hanged man hanging in the air.

His expression was different from that of the wise and peaceful priest who faced the people, and at this moment, Gascohen was more like a half-immortal old man who had fallen into a demon and had fallen into madness.

"If it weren't for you, why would we be looking for a new flesh for the Holy Grail? You're the best, you're the best! ”

"What the hell are you guys doing!"

Tilda's silver teeth clenched, and the whole person had risen into the air, clenching the handle of the gun in his hand.

As keenly as she had noticed, the aura on Gascohen's body in front of her had suddenly swelled out, it was a distorted aura that was completely different from the original, full of evil and madness.

"Hand me the Holy Grail!"

The source of this change and distortion obviously comes from the Holy Grail, but what is the purpose of this thing?

Tilda didn't want to hide it anymore, she had planned to take it one step at a time, gain the trust of the church, and steal the pillars in a certain prayer, who knew that now things would turn out like this.

The church has a conspiracy and must be snatched up!

"Holy Grail, Holy Grail, hee-he......"

Gascohen let out a creepy laugh, and he bent his already clumsy body again, holding the Holy Grail in his arms, and his body trembled:

"Oh—my lord, do not be anxious, I will return thy body to thy Spirit!"

Tilda had no intention of listening to his nonsense anymore, and the current scene was already self-evident, the Gascoen in front of him was by no means a good type, and no matter what the reason, it would never be accepted by the Duchy of Western Asia.

She was about to lift her gun and move forward, only to see Gascohen hold up the filthy and bloody chalice in his hand, and shout passionately:

"My lord! Bear witness, and cover my eyes with the light of your God, that I may not see the evil of the world. ”

"My name is Humility, and I praise your nobles, please give your blessings so that I can fight for you!"

"Shut up!"

Tilda's figure rushed forward, but the air and the wind that erupted on Gascohen's body were like a thick barrier, causing the tip of her spear to freeze in place.

She had apparently never foreseen such a possibility.

He is the Grand Duke of West Asia.

The first in West Asia, not a puppet of the Church.

She relies on the combat power that she is proud of, and if she can fight the country alone, she can come to the king, this is a simple truth.

How can a mere Gascohen stop himself?

Why?!

Tilda's eyes became serious, and her simple holy robes danced violently with the storm coming from the direction of Gascohen, and she took a half-step back, ready to sprint away with even more violent.

Before she could stand still, the figure of Gascohen, shrouded in scarlet blood, had gradually emerged.

It was a strange, nearly three-meter-tall slender figure, standing in a straight cross with its hands raised, and chanting in an old and crazy voice:

"Shepherd, shepherd!"

Tilda was about to rush forward again, when suddenly he sensed something unusual, stopped in the air, and looked back at the coffin-like door of the cathedral.

Two clusters of scarlet light, like Gascoen, shone in that direction.

"Temperance, honesty?"

Tilda's voice was as cold as frost.

The meaning of the other two knight captains who appeared here at some unknown time is already self-evident.

Rebel.

This is the Episcopal Church, this is the Pope's rebellion against the Grand Ducal Residence.

"And you, humility, don't you find it ironic?"

Tilda's chin lifted slightly, looking at Gascohen, who had lost his human form in front of him, and the ice spear in his hand shook, and a harsh wind enveloped her, draping her in an ice knight's armor that shimmered blue.

"As a saint, you are destined to return to the Holy Grail."

Gascoen raised his hand to Tilda, and behind her, the "temperance" and "honesty" of the regiment commander had risen into the air.

"Till-da-"

Under the irradiation of the scarlet light of the Holy Grail, Han Dongwen, who was lying on the ground, gritted his teeth and endured the severe pain, panting heavily.

However, with each passing second, he felt as if a big drum was beating in his heart, and his throat seemed to be desperate to let out a roar that did not belong to him.

Thoughts are so chaotic, what's going on now?

Tilda hasn't grabbed the Holy Grail yet, but the Church of God has jumped against the Grand Mansion?

How did the Holy Grail become like that? Their power has become stronger, why?

And myself, what is happening to myself now!

The pain made Han Dongwen's thoughts become irritable, and he even raised his hand and hit his head fiercely, so that he could be more rational for a moment.

His doubts had turned into shouts in his mind.

Why can't I give it to Jack Guo!

Why can't I stand up and run away!

Run-off, run-away......

Did Porta run away?

Will Tilda -

The chaotic thoughts are like a storm in the brain, and the pain in the brain is like a nail that has pierced through the cover of the heavenly spirit.

"Ahhhhh——!h

Han Dongwen suddenly raised his head, as if the last steel string in his mind was broken, and after his painful catharsis, he spit out a resentful and unwilling roar that belonged to another person:

"Gu Hanyang! You lied to me! ”

The roar that came out of his throat reached Han Dongwen's own ears, and he almost cursed back in his mind:

Shut up, Jack Guo!

Lao Tzu has wiped out all your sanity!

Play your fucking bug too!

However, there was no follow-up to that roar, and after this roar, Han Dongwen seemed to spit out all the pain that was churning in his chest, and finally had time to take a breath of air.

He looked up, opened his blurred eyes and looked into the air in front of him—

Above the altar of the church, four figures were already in a mess.

Three reds, one ...... Argent?

The long silver hair was accompanied by ice crystals flying in the air, and it was obviously Tilda.

But why does she seem to be inferior, isn't this the first-class combat power of West Asia?

Han Dongwen gritted his teeth to stay awake, braced his knees and tried to stand up, carefully looking at the other three people who were shrouded in scarlet light.

I can see it.

You can see their names, and they light up their health bars—

[Human Yin: Humility]

[Human Yin: Temperance]

[Human Yin: Honesty]

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