[Zhan Lan? 】

One voice.

The sleeping spiritual power of the Middle-earth team heard a voice.

It seemed like someone was calling her, it seemed like someone was talking to her. And the source of that sound. It seems to be ......

…… Zheng Zhe?

A little disappointed. It's also a bit unusual.

The sleeper is more likely to hear another voice and is more willing to respond to him. But as one of the old friends of biochemistry who was chosen to enter the world of reincarnation together. Zheng Zha's call, she is not unable to respond with energy.

Gotta respond to him.

Get...... Wake up.

Although it feels like there is something wrong with this 'Zheng Zha' voice. But in the conceptual anchoring, it seems that it is not impossible to match the one I know.

Let's take a look.

Only...... Take a look.

So......

Wake up.

…………………………

The sleeper opens his eyes. An incomparable sleepiness haunted her. The mind is almost inoperable, and the spirit is inflated by some unspeakable burden.

Tired...... So sleepy...... It's not time to wake up yet.

However, take a look.

Not grown enough, not enough to put a crown on his head. It still needs a little precipitation, a little breakthrough, some trials, and some time. But until then......

- Take a look.

The will of the sleeper is gradually restricted. All the surrounding scenes are gradually manifested in their own perception. The feeling of sleepiness and fatigue washed over the girl's body and mind like a tidal wave. Only the lingering sound around you can slightly alleviate this uncomfortable wave.

"Holy, holy, with the primordial pure light."

"Holy, holy, Mary blessed by the Lord."

Those voices have content.

Those contents seem to be prayers.

As far as the eye can see, millions of worshippers are fanatically displaying their piety. And at this moment, cracks are constantly appearing on his body and then healing, and releasing pure endless white light from within.

What are they talking about?

Oh...... They seem to be calling me Mary?

So......

- I'm Mary?

Something is wrong.

The name Mary did not make any waves in the minds of the sleepers. That's not her name. But the name seems to be able to come in handy as a handy tool.

- I am not Mary...... Nor is it a consecrated Mary.

- I should have a name, and I should have found it.

The feeling of sleepiness is still surging. Gotta find something to refresh you and have a good time. The millions of praying in front of him seemed to be covered by a light shield of wings, and outside of the light mask, there seemed to be three forces that were constantly impacting the wings.

It doesn't seem to be very strong. But if you leave it alone, it seems that you can break the mask.

So......

- Deal with it.

Body shift. Phase distortion. The prayers of all beings are even louder. And the sleepy ones who have escaped their slumber have already appeared on the battlefield outside.

…………………………

The Holy Throne does have qualified people.

In this land, there are indeed people who can become the consecrated Mary.

When the shell that had once been a living saint appeared on the outside of the Lightwing shield in a sleepy and dazed state. The Descenders all sensed the taste of desperation at this moment.

It's not a desperate situation yet.

It's not a dead end.

The High Throne cast by the Most High Heaven has no bearer. And they only need to destroy the chosen one in advance. Then the power of the Supreme Heaven can only obediently return to the battlefield of the Flood Desolate Continent!

There is still a chance.

There is still time.

Just before that, kill the woman in front of you!

"Alice!" The first to do it was to break Song Tian's jade tripod. The name of the call was the art of soul summoning, and the sword light he slashed out was even purer and more powerful than Song Tian's. The five colors and five elements circulated endlessly on the blade, and finally what was gathered was an invisible knife that shattered the void!

Heaven and earth, broken by one blow.

But before the heavens and the earth were cut off, there was a voice echoing in the ears of the Adventists.

"It's not." The woman's voice was filled with sleepiness. It's like the dying fatigue of ordinary urban white-collar workers who have worked for 100 days in a row. Her voice was accompanied by a sweep of light feathers behind her. And the invisible knife of the jade tripod collapsed and shattered together with its broken body.

No voice dared to rise above her whispers. When she spoke, the world honored her with silence. With a sweep of the light feather, there was a rift canyon that stretched for thousands of miles, and the fractured earth finally lost the gravitational field that bound everything. The Americas, which was already isolated, was thus transformed into a continental shelf that had lost its lithospheric dependence in weightlessness.

Yuding didn't know where it had been smashed. Maybe dead, maybe there's still a breath left.

The sleepy-eyed woman casually raised her hand, and the headless horseman who suddenly appeared beside her slammed into her hand as if it were a door-to-door delivery. The one-handed axe, which was equivalent to a part of its essence, was directly crushed into iron, and the headless horseman's head and facial features all faintly burst out with holy pure light in an instant!

The phenomenon of sanctification.

Divine power, bringing annihilation and destruction.

The light of a cross burst out from the Horsemann's shell. However, in the next moment, the sleepy girl's hand easily pierced through the light of the heavy cross and crushed a heart that was taking shape.

'Bang-'

The headless horseman's body exploded into a glow of flesh and blood that had been violently sanctified.

The woman's godless and empty eyes gradually shifted, and finally fell to the sacrifice of the double sword, carrying yin and yang. Urging Gu Wuqi and Three Flowers, almost burning everything out to try to inflict some trauma on her cultivator.

The cultivator was motionless.

The tremendous power that spurred up the valley continued to escape and obliterate with the passage of time.

He didn't make a move, maybe hesitating, maybe he was afraid, maybe he had other plans, maybe he was preparing some big plan.

But he didn't shoot.

Since you didn't make a move, it's a harmless weed, and it doesn't matter if you step on it, you don't want to get your feet dirty, but it doesn't hurt.

"It's so sleepy...... the woman yawned and staggered past him.

When he was let go, thrown away, and thrown behind him. Behind the woman, a frenzied scream erupted.

"Slashing Immortals—"

A hand pressed on the delicate gourd.

The hand of the ether, the hand of magic - this is called the 'hand of the mage' in the Western system of spellcasters. And this skill can be said to be the foundation of the foundation of the caster.

But the hand held down his gourd.

While holding down his gourd, he even pressed his head.

The woman still staggered forward. Behind the woman, the headless corpse fell to the ground, and next to the corpse was a broken and broken gourd.

"Hah...... I want to sleep......," the woman muttered.

The woman's footsteps fell in front of the protective and hidden barrier that the demon team reincarnators had spent a lot of resources to build.

She slowly lifted her eyes, and the frightened and wary countenance of the Demon Team Reincarnation caught her eye.

And she's locked on where she needs to focus.

"You ......"

Above the heavenly dome, the huge eyes of the Apocalypse with a radius of thousands of kilometers looked at the outline of the replica Zheng Zha.

“…… Call me? ”