In the annals of poetry, the sheep's horn staff, which is full of the reputation of 'blessing', is like the sword of the seraphic angel in the hands of the half-sage Aki, and the ancient chanting of magic spells echoes on the black earth, the holy flame is burning, and the flame dragon roars up, and the ground is dry, like the god of fire descending.

"Huh, has the king of this street escaped?"

Aki's cloudy eyes narrowed slightly, staring at the tavern called 'Fallen', and suddenly his hands were pulled, and he stopped chanting obscure incantations, only to see the staff of claw of mysterious origin rush straight into the first building on this street.

"Boom!"

The flames burst and a wave of heat swept through the sky, and the flaming dragon burned the tavern with its faint yellow lights like a sword of inhumanity, leaving nothing but ashes.

"Gone. ”

Yahi shook his head and said, "I originally wanted to clear the kings here one by one, and then let you deprive the remaining evildoers of their honor, so it seems that the kings of this chaotic capital are probably unsightly." ”

Aki's voice was not the slightest twist, loud and indifferent, as if he was just telling a trivial matter, or rather, a chaotic city that had lost the protection of the Black Castle, there was no need for the half-sage to ignore any remaining heresy.

"Go and get the honor, Knight of Light, you know, the Vatican has a lot of coats of arms this year. ”

The last of his worries vanished, and Ahi sang with a hearty smile on his wrinkled face, and at the top of the firmament, the winged angel looked down on the darkness, and the vast light shone on the earth.

With a fanatical face and a spear in hand, the Blonde Knight Thoth rushed into the street, and the Knights of Light, the 'Killing Army', followed closely behind like a magnificent cloud of holiness.

"Kill, for peace!"

Two hundred knights of light came out of the knights of the killing army of thousands of people, their breath was calm into the mountains, and their fighting spirit was on the spear, as well-trained knights of light, they knew that there was a harmonious transformation between quality and quantity, and such a narrow street could never be filled with quantity.

And so, the killing began.

"Kill, Wicked One!"

Toth's eyes twinkled like stars, and the golden fighting spirit shone around the tip of the spear.

The Sevenfold Knight Mystery: Fighting Spirit!

In an instant, a female seraphim holding a blazing golden sword appeared on the tip of the spear, as if she had left a world independent, although her face was blurred, but she faintly exuded supreme holiness.

"Don't!"

The wailing stopped abruptly, and a sinner who was panicked in the crisis was not afraid of death at the last moment of death, and took out a poisonous dagger casually, but it was a pity how the killer who had lost the protection of darkness could fight with a knight surrounded by Mithril armor, and almost one face, the body was separated.

"Go deep, there's a gladiatorial arena there!"

Thoth's blood-eyed eyes were not as bright as the stars of the previous moment, but as abominable as the demons of the abyss, and he roared and rode a thousand, but the few evildoers who had not yet had time to escape became the ghosts of his spear, floating in the heavens of the chaotic capital, and finally turned to ashes under the blazing light of the Holy Light.

None of the sinful people died, and Till, who was surrounded by streamers and cocooned like silkworms, became more and more restless, and the dull sound of his heart beating sent chills through the hearts of every clergyman, as if a catastrophe was about to come.

But the blonde knight from Michel Cathedral couldn't care so much, covered in blood, his eyes were like electricity, and the killing heart was constantly spreading.

"Are the evildoers trying to gather the last bit of strength to fight, ridiculous, killing army, rushing to kill!"

"Kill, kill, kill!"

Under the leadership of the executioner knight chief, the roar of the Knights of Light of the 'Killing Army' almost shook the dark clouds in the sky, and those knights wrapped in Mithril armor, with only a pair of eyes left, seemed to have fallen into a terrible spiritual world, and there was nothing but killing for their faith.

The 'Night Blue' gladiatorial arena, the history is not very long, it is a black force created by an exile, the holy war came, lost the protection of the black castle and the king, and there were many less powerful evildoers gathered here, and now, they have been discovered.

"Kill!"

With a spear, blood spilled and splashed, and the blonde knight Long Toth looked like a demon king, and there was no enemy under his command.

"I'm not guilty! I was framed in the first place, why didn't you let me go!"

In the gladiatorial arena, the bones are all over the ground, a red-haired boy is lying in the pile of bones and crying, he is very weak, so no one kills him in advance, only between three and four, of course, it is very good at his age, but unfortunately in the chaotic capital, even surviving is a luxury, then again, even if you survive the darkness, how to survive the light?

Another head flew, blood sprinkled on the patterned carpet of the arena, and the red hair was still bloody.

The head of the gladiatorial arena was a scrawny old man with gray hair, who had taken in a large number of homeless criminals, but he did not expect that his gladiatorial arena would now become a slaughterhouse for the knights of light to extract glory.

"You shall not die a good death. ”

The old man roared, his fingers twisted into claws, and a knight's head was ripped off alive by him.

Exiles of the Sixfold Class!

Toth sneered and said, "You all have to die!"

The spear shot out like a flying dragon, and a little cold light on the tip of the spear shone with endless blood from the bones, and the darkness faded, and a seraphim phantom danced in the cold light, graceful and graceful.

"Ahh

The old man in the gladiatorial arena screamed, blood fell like a waterfall, he did not die, but he lost his hands forever.

"This is your glory. ”

Thoth said coldly, he stopped at the right time, and let the fanatical knight subordinates get the precious exile head, after all, it was difficult for him to get more brilliant crests unless he killed some of the real bigwigs in the Chaos City.

"Huh?"

Toth's eyes narrowed, and a shot pierced a stained-glass window, and just as he was just now, he faintly heard a cry coming from inside.

"Don't!"

The strongest man in the Nightblue Gladiatorial Arena, the old man who had lost his hands, suddenly wailed, desperately trying to rush through the iron walls of the Knights of the Killing Army, but in the end he could not succeed.

"Oh, do the wicked weep and fear?"

Toth was stunned, his red blood-colored eyes condensed slightly, and there seemed to be a trace of unbearability flashing in them, but then he disappeared without a trace.

There was a world behind the stained-glass window, and when it was broken, there was a small attic, and at this time, in addition to two beautiful women squatting in it, shivering, and five children of about three or four years old, their eyes widened, looking up curiously at Toth's blood-stained face.

"Don't they be born in the City of Chaos, haven't killed anyone, haven't bathed in sin, haven't even seen the sun, don't"

The old man gasped for breath, his voice stopped abruptly, and a young knight of light, with a blank face, nailed the last spear to his head.

The lives of a generation of exiles were dissolved.

Toth looked at the five children, a trace of unbearability flashed in his eyes, and he said coldly to the Knights of Light behind him: "Kill the woman, the child, leave only one, may the surviving child in the future wash away the darkness for these stupid sinners." ”

The chaos in the city of chaos is the biggest killing, perhaps, it has been brewing since one day in ancient times, and now, it has broken ground.

A street is like a black world, if the street loses the king who stands at the top of the street, it is tantamount to a world where the rules are broken, and no rules means destruction.

"Kill!"

Death is singing, blood is flowing, and human life is like mustard.

The half-sage Aki looked at the street where the war and gunsmoke were continuous, and then looked at another deep and dark street, and suddenly whispered to Pastor Yongge: "

I'm going to stop the guys there, this time the jihad is too abrupt, I always feel that something is wrong, don't move rashly, the last street doesn't need our attention, someone is already fighting over there. ”

Pastor Yongge nodded and said, "Bishop Snooker once planted more than one chess piece in the City of Chaos. ”

"He is a wise pioneer in the eternal web. ”

Aki complimented heartily, and then, with the staff of claw in his hand, he took one step at a time, each time creating a huge pit deep in the black ground.

He slowly came to the second street, and sat down directly on the black earth, ignoring the filth of the dirt and the blood that had not yet dried up.

"Please wait for the sanctions to come, and don't make a final struggle. ”

The old fossil who had been involved in two holy wars, the half-sage Aki, looked indifferent, facing the depths of the street, and smiled and whispered.

This is a supreme strong posture, with the power of one person, to actually stop the black heresy of a street!

"Former defectors dare to be so arrogant!"

The three streets of the chaotic capital are like the knights of the nobility, with the existence of the black castle for countless years, the rise and fall of the times, the king of the three streets has also changed generation after generation in the years, and the new king was born, but it does not mean that the former king will wither away, sure enough, Yahi's calm contempt caused the dissatisfaction of an exile, and besides, this exile seems to have a great background, and he actually knows Yahi!

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