In the Shrine of Tours in the city of Lyatta, the statue of Tours standing with his head held high with an axe held high has been broken into three pieces.

Where the statue had been, a strange humanoid creature three meters tall and covered in a thick black carapace also stood with an axe.

Its body remained motionless, as if it were contemplating a question.

Song Fengying was standing in the center of the sacrificial hall of the shrine, her eyes squirming around, and from time to time she looked at the communicators, cameras, visual instruments and other tools that were thrown on the soles of her feet.

Her feet moved slightly, casually stepping over the visuals.

The camera mounted on the visceral device took a picture of the strange humanoid creature in the shrine, and when she hooked her toes, the photo then entered the compression software, and when the suppressed picture was extracted, Song Fengying quickly sent it to the 'Glorious Paladin Tur Andrew' communication number.

"It's a huge power of faith, a constant stream of faith power, but it's a shame that I won't draw the power of the believers to strengthen myself!"

Song Fengying had just finished sending when she heard a hoarse and strange voice coming, which made her quickly retract her feet and stand up straight.

At the statue of the shrine, the strange humanoid creature threw the axe it held on the ground, and the two long arms of seven claws on the left and right lifted it up towards the sky.

His arms were dark and elongated, almost bent into an extremely regular circle when held up.

A tiny red glow appeared between his arms.

By the time his two jewel-like eyes swept towards the outside of the shrine, dozens of huge moths swooped down on the lights towards the circle of his hands.

As if they had traveled into some unknown place, the moths entered through their arms, but strangely did not come out of the other side.

Song Fengying's eyes widened, watching the other party operate again, only to feel that the other party's technique was too fast, and before she could react, the other party had already hidden these moths and didn't know where they went.

"My messenger has been incinerated into the void by the power of these faiths, and another coordinate may be formed!"

"My Lord has been defeated, and it is very difficult to resurrect him, and it is only possible to resurrect my Lord by implanting it in the bodies of these new adventists!"

"It would be wonderful if they could bring some resources that are suitable for my Lord!"

Like a patient talking to himself, the strange humanoid creature muttered the Chinese language of the Red Alliance.

He slowly lowered his arm that was bent into a circle, and when his gaze swept again, it was already on Song Fengying.

"How long has it been?" It asked.

"Forty-four minutes and thirteen seconds!"

Song Fengying replied quickly.

Her response was succinct and precise, prompting the odd humanoid to nod his head.

"Thank you, Lady Observer, for your selfless help, and once again send my best regards to those who come behind you!"

"You're welcome, Warrior Presenel, please persevere and accomplish the great cause of resurrecting 'my lord'!"

"My lord will not die or perish, and he will surely be resurrected!"

Song Fengying's communication with the strange humanoid creature was extremely harmonious.

For a big anchor who performs in front of tens of thousands or even hundreds of thousands of viewers, Song Fengying's ability to communicate is extremely high.

At this point, Zhang Xuezhou also has some kind of heredity.

Even if they faced strange and unknown powerful people, Song Fengying and the others would not panic, but could respond calmly and freely.

But Song Fengying inevitably had a bit of luck.

The eccentric creature who calls herself the Warrior of Presenel has no shortage of communicators, and the factors that have survived her are most likely related to the sinkhole.

In the mouth of the Presenel Warrior, she is called the Adventist by the other party, and is also considered to be the same kind of the other party.

And all Song Fengying can think of is the No. 2 sinkhole, and the hallucinatory state that she has rarely entered over the years.

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I never thought that such a danger could be hidden in a peaceful environment.

She watched as the population of Lyetta foamed at the mouth and threaded silk, eventually slowly turning into long worms covered with spiky hairs, which over time began to turn into giant moths.

Countless people have been turned into worms and moths, and countless others have been fed on by these two creatures and turned into dry bones.

The city of Lyetta was dead silent, and very few people survived.

"Fifteen minutes left in your estimate, do you need to do some preparation?" Song Fengying asked.

"I've looked into the memories of a Sixth Sequence Engineer named Tours, and he's one of the strongest people in this island nation," Warrior Presenel shook his head, "As long as I can consume their cannon, they are no threat to me!"

"That's amazing," Song Fengying clapped her hands and said, "I knew that there were no weak people in our Advent!"

"That's the case," Warrior Presenel nodded, "If my lord Demon Lord were still around, these natives would just be a bunch of dirt chickens and dogs!"

"Lord Demon Lord's profound magic skills," Song Fengying exclaimed, "We are very much looking forward to the day when Lord Demon Lord returns to the world!"

"I hope that the Descender behind you will have a little mercy," said the Warrior Presenel, "My Lord's body is destroyed and it is difficult to fight for the world, there is no threat to him, we only want to return to the high heavens!"

"Don't worry, this matter is on us" Song Fengying said with a big grin: "My master is generous, he likes to make friends the most, and he will definitely be friends with your master in the future!"

"My lord also likes to make friends!"

The Presenel Warrior thought about his demon monarch who didn't agree with him, and he had to nod his head in obsessiveness.

In short, when the situation is stronger than people, it is no problem for his demon monarch to even call someone else's grandfather, let alone be a friend.

As for the future, it is difficult for the Presenel Warriors to guess what will happen to their masters.

At least for the moment, he was very polite to his peers.

When everything is settled, the Presenel warriors will go in search of their master's Demon God Seal.

Thinking of the large cave that had been flooded by the sea, the Presenel warriors couldn't help but have a headache, and felt that it was a little difficult for them to dig up the remains of their master.

He flew up from the altar of the god Tours, and after passing directly through the window at the top of the shrine, the warrior of Presenel sat on the top of the shrine and looked up at the sky.

His ruby eyes looked at the Hongfan Square in the distance.

There were stacks of his faded shells, as well as tens of thousands of moths he controlled.

Many of these moths have been killed, and many human sequencers have been left behind.

The main thing about these little things controlled by the Presenel Warriors is that they don't feel distressed when they are used.

He was even willing to use these little things and his own fading body to attract artillery fire, but if he could destroy the most powerful forces of these mortals, all that was left was food in his breeding grounds.

"Warrior Presenel, can I watch you fight those Tours from a distance?"

A voice came from the shrine, and the Presenel Warrior nodded.

"Yes!"

When the Presenel warriors responded, Song Fengying quickly picked up the pile of instruments on the ground.

She looked at the gray crumb outside the shrine, and had to tighten her tights, tighten her gloves, and jump out hard.

The shrine is spotless, but the shrine is full of poisonous powder, and the slightest carelessness will stain the body.

Song Fengying had to be cautious, her body jumped lightly, and she could jump onto various low-rise buildings with a hook.

The Presenel Warrior's estimate was accurate, but he overestimated the accuracy of the rocket artillery fired by the Kuril Alliance, which would have been difficult to bombard in unison towards the area of Red Fan Square.

Perhaps some of the rocket launchers were diverted and hit the shrine where they were.

was repeatedly urged and warned by Zhang Xuezhou, Song Fengying felt that even if she was infected with poisonous powder, she had to stay away when the artillery fire roared.

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