A deep and magnetic voice with a strong rendering power.

Ordinary people are coldly poured a mouthful of chicken soup, and their waists will subconsciously straighten.

For example, Hanama Ju, I think this big back head speaks quite nicely, she is indeed a woman who combines bravery and courage.

And Peter's kind of people mean something else, bravery and courage are.

But he felt that there was nothing wrong with what George said, and if the powerhouse of the Nine Realms really wanted to run, what else did he need to say?

Just pick and don't do it.

The reality is that Shiraishi said that he would strike when necessary.

One sentence made the people present hear the difference, and this is the effect that George wants to achieve.

He thinks that Shiraishi probably doesn't want to care about the affairs of Dawning City, and will only come forward to clean up the scene when they can't handle it.

It's like the last crusade of the King of the West.

However, this time the situation is different from the last time, and in terms of numbers, they are at an absolute disadvantage.

Aside from the threat of the High Priest and the Winter God, the dense red dots also show that the enemy should not be underestimated.

How do they fix it?

George was still thinking about countermeasures, and the picture displayed at the round table showed a change, and a large number of red dots began to disperse rapidly, not as dense as at the beginning.

"What's going on?" Hanama couldn't help the doubts in her heart, looking at this posture, it seemed that she wanted to take a detour.

The walls of dawn should not be defended to the point where the High Priest would find them intractable and impenetrable.

George immediately judged the reason, and said with a gloomy face, "They want to pull us into a trial of life and death, and transform us into believers in the God of Winter."

With the help of the idea of breaking through the ninth realm of the gods, he had considered it, and quickly rejected it, the divine power bestowed by the gods was subtly linked.

He can always think of bad things, and he would rather die than accept the so-called divine power trial.

"If that's the case, what we're going to do is destroy the fulcrum of their formation, and then counterattack."

Arthur spoke his mind.

"Agreed." "Agreed."

One by one, they raised their hands to express their agreement.

……

The wind and snow "rumbled" suddenly, and the sound that shook the earth tugged at the heartstrings of everyone on the city walls, like a great and extremely ominous omen.

Jack stared at the wind and snow in the sky, and the flame of revenge in his heart was high, not affected by the cold at all.

Turisa gritted her teeth, the fear in her heart became more and more intense, something terrible existed hidden in the wind and snow, unleashing endless malice and distorting space.

The wind and snow stopped outside the city walls, and there was no intention of invading, just like a high wall, blocking all the sunlight in front of it.

"What's going on?"

Miguel whispered, his eyes looking at the Wall of Dawn beneath his feet, he wouldn't be afraid of the defenses underneath.

Or do you want to use this silence to affect the morale on their side?

Miguel swept over the soldiers to the left and right, their expressions of fear at the snow.

Everyone only knows that there are enemies in the wind and snow, and they can't know what kind of enemies they are.

The fear of the unknown triggers tension, and if it lasts too long, it will inevitably affect morale and combat effectiveness.

Commander...... Miguel suddenly thought of the key question, who was the commander on the scene?

Without the strength of the Eighth Realm, who can take on the heavy responsibility of the commander?

Such a crucial question was only remembered at this moment, and Miguel had to admit that he was also affected by that emotion of fear.

That's not a good thing.

Miguel is a veteran of a hundred battles, and takes a few deep breaths to calm his mood.

You can't be too nervous before the big war.

"The enemy's goal is clear."

The gentle voice sounded directly in Miguel's head, so familiar, belonging to the director of the FBI.

He doubles

After staring around, he didn't find George's figure, "Miguel, Jack, Tulisa, you will go to the following directions to destroy the formation fulcrum being built.

The task of covering will be given to someone else."

With George's voice, a picture appeared in Miguel's mind, the route from here to there, the location of the red dot, quite clear.

"The enemy has defenses there, and I hope you can defeat them."

"Yes." Miguel replied, looked at Jack and Tulisa, and nodded.

No one wanted to back down.

Turissa is afraid of returning, but because of her military background, she still can't get rid of the character of charging forward without hesitation when she gives an order from above.

Military orders are like mountains, and if you don't obey them, you will die.

……

"It's a place where the best of humanity gathers, and it's very responsive."

The High Priest muttered in a low voice.

There are no snowflakes falling in this area, and the snow condenses in the air into a dynamic map of the battlefield, like a chess game.

The actions of the enemy are all presented on it.

He did not strike at the walls.

Fighting for God is not just an empty slogan, but a demonstration of action.

Only when he realizes that those believers are unable to achieve their goal will he choose to take action.

And the goal he set this time was to arrange nine icicles outside the wall, and use the nine icicles as the fulcrum of the formation to arrange a large array of trials.

Without passing the indirect trial of the formation, the direct entry of the Winter God will only make everyone crazy.

Narcissa looked down on the beings and did not interfere with the High Priest's arrangement.

Whether the believers win or lose, she is sure to make a profit.

From the moment of coming, the glory that belongs to God will never fall.

……

Outside the west wall.

Light blue flames erupt from the bottom of the disc.

Her long, burgundy hair was tied into a short ponytail that made it easy to move, and the snow fell on her skin, making it difficult to make out for a moment, as if the snow had melted immediately.

The blue eyes showed the ruthlessness of a killer.

Adolf sits on her magic motorcycle, infused with magic to ensure high speeds.

The giants of ice and snow and the believers of the god of winter are all stopped by others.

Her mission is one, to destroy the icicles of the West and prevent the formation of formations.

The wind and snow slapped on the cheeks.

She was fearless, and she picked up her speed.

Magic, yin and yang arts, Gu arts, all kinds of various chanting methods are staged in the snow.

The one-eyed ice giant roared forward, and before Adolf frowned, a giant soldier of the monster pounced.

The two sides were entangled and beaten, making a roaring sound, and the splashing snowflakes quickly drowned the wind and snow.

"Haha~" A pleasant voice sounded from the back seat.

Adolf's brows finally furrowed, that's right, her partner on this mission is Gao Liujing.

Even if the personality is extremely annoying, the cooperation between the two sides in terms of combat has to be said to be quite "Ness".

To what extent is it co-produced?

In the words of an outsider, it doesn't look like two people fighting at all.

It was only natural that George would send them to destroy the fulcrum.

That being said, Adolf is still not psychologically comfortable with such a pesky guy.

Whew, a wall of ice appeared on the road ahead, and in the next second, the extended blade sliced through the wall of ice.

The version update of the Forcefully Equipped Mecha is close to that of a high-level goblin.

Adolf is also quite disgusted by this kind of attack.

If you think about it, there are a lot of people and things around you who are disgusted.

Eh, it's still Shiraishi, from head to toe, every place makes her love it.

Adolf swirled with those thoughts in her mind, and suddenly burst out of the snow-swept area.

……

Behind one

m is the harsh environment of the howling blizzard, and the thick clouds in the shape of lead overhead.

The front is calm.

On the wide flat ground, a circle of people gathered around the blue icicles, injecting divine power into them, trying to make the icicles taller and taller.

Destroying that icicle was their job.

And before that, they need to solve four problems.

Those who can support are already in the back and mingling with the followers of the Winter God Sect.

"Four people from the Seven Realms." Gao Liujing sensed their strength, and a smile appeared on the corner of her mouth and said, "It's really troublesome."

"You don't have a troublesome look."

Adolf complained, and her blue eyes looked at the four people in front of her, all of them were wearing snow-white robes, and their faces were so cold that they had a fight with her, and they looked like characters who were not easy to mess with.

"How do you know if you haven't looked back?"

Gao Liujing jumped from the back seat and stretched out his hand to the card bag on his waist.

"Listen to your tone and know what's going on in your heart."

"Eh, it turns out that Adolf-chan cares so much about me, and I want to grind tofu a little~"

Adolf didn't understand, but she understood that she couldn't spit out any good words in her mouth, and said angrily, "Fake!"

The four followers of the Winter God Sect did not continue to listen to their bickering, and one of them squatted down and slapped the ground, and the cold air surged from his palm.

The snow that had been laid on the ground instantly condensed into transparent ice crystals that spread straight forward.

Gao Liujing pulled out a card painting, and the frantic lines of ink drilled out of the painting, forming an abominable face of a demon, and the lower half of his body was a soft cloud.

She jumped into the clouds.

Whew, a white-robed man skated, his hands waved forward, and the cold wave that erupted outward with divine power rushed to his face.

The demonic ghost with inky lines floated upwards to avoid the cold wave, and smashed down with both hands on the thick ghost gold rod.

The so-called ghost gold rod is a short-handled mallet with metal nails, similar to a mace, with a very powerful armor-piercing effect.

Another white-robed believer waved his hand from afar, and the Dao Ice Arrow shot at the Ghost Golden Rod.

A series of sounds caused the Ghost Golden Rod to shift from the direction of the original attack.

Boom, cracks broke out in the ground that had been frozen before.

"Be careful, we don't have the combat experience of these transcendents."

The man reminded.

"Hehe~" Gao Liujing's eyes narrowed into a crescent moon with a smile, the divine power of these people of the Winter God Sect has reached the level of the seventh realm, which does not mean that the combat power is up to standard.

If I have to say it, it is that each other's micro-manipulation is different.

The white-robed believer who was relieving his companions raised his hand and wanted to continue to release the ice arrow remotely, when the ice under his feet suddenly sprang up with a transparent demon, similar in size to a ten-year-old child.

A black tiger plucked out the heart, and forcibly dug out the warm heart of the white-robed man.

His face was full of shock, and he didn't even understand when the other party made a move.

"I don't have to pull out my card art to use it, sorry, it's too late now."

The corners of Gao Liujing's mouth raised slightly, and she put the conspicuous card pack on her waist, just to make people think that she needed to take the card painting out of the card pack.

The monster's enormity is deliberately eye-catching, in order to give the impression that her card paintings are so big, so that people ignore the sneak attack of the small ghost paintings.

The details and reflections of the battle are the reasons why she is able to solve a believer with ease.

"Bastard!" The believers who had been saved earlier used their divine powers, and their hands waved forward one after another.

The surging and tumbling cold condensed upwards.

Gao Liujing pulled out a card painting, and the frantic mist-like lines inside poured out, and the cold air condensed the lines into a large piece of cold ice.

She leapt away from the tall demon and circled the mist around the scene, reversing the enemy's ability to chill to create a massive wall of ice with a mirror-like smooth surface.

Reflecting a series of distorted figures.

The man looked left and right, only to feel that there were countless of himself around him, and there were also countless enemies staying there.

"Hehe~ Which one am I?"

The sweet voice couldn't arouse the slightest superfluous thought, and the chill spread from his heart to his body, and he roared, "Bastard, you come out for me!"

His hands condensed the cold air, but he did not continue to wave wildly, for fear of falling into the trap of the enemy.

Another huge ghost-like figure appeared in the heavily reflected ice mirror, dragging the ghost golden rod, and the rattling sound rubbed in his ears.

He judged the direction from the sound, and the cold air in his hands was immediately released there, and in an instant, the cold air froze the demon painting in that direction.

Poof, a small transparent demon painting emerges from beneath it, like a ferocious monkey, gouging out his heart with a single blow.

"You're too nervous."

Gao Liujing shook his head, in fact, most people's IQ is enough to be qualified for the so-called high position, but the psychological quality determines that those people will always reduce their IQ to a non-human level at critical moments.

It's not about talent, it's about experience.

If you are used to seeing big scenes, you will naturally not have stage fright.

Unfortunately, combat never gives people time to adapt.

If you do it, you live, and if you don't do it, you die.

Gao Liujing jumped forward, and the space showed extremely thin lines, and the back hand arranged in the air became a failure because the other party did not think of jumping up.

But she didn't feel superfluous.

In battle, you must list all the problems you may encounter, and not despise anyone, which is the key to surviving to the end.

Gao Liujing climbed over the ice wall.

……

Bang.

The magic-wrapped bullet made contact with the cold wave, bursting out of the tunnel with raging flames, and then a second armor-piercing bullet passed through the tunnel and exploded the opponent's head.

Adolf's way of fighting is to rely on Kungunir to shoot magic bullets of various attributes, such as flame bombs, armor-piercing bullets, freezing bullets, and so on.

To activate these bullets, all you need to do is use magic.

She relied on the movement of the magic motorcycle, combined with Kungunir's lethality, to easily deal with the two Winter God cultists who were left outside.

"We're really in tune."

Gao Liujing's voice came from the high ice wall.

With a pretty face, Adolf said, "Don't talk nonsense, solve it quickly."

As he spoke, he raised his hand to the Winter God cultists surrounding the icicles, pulled the trigger, and fired a flame bomb.

The magic on the surface of the magic bullet glows with light, and when it touches an object, it emits a high-temperature flame.

Whew, frost covers the surface of the bullet.

Pinch the bullet with one hand.

"If you break the icicles, the High Priest will be angry."

Gao Liujing and Adolfu Tong Kong shrank together, the eighth realm!