In the midst of a huge roar, the feast came with the eagle strike!

Bending his knees to the ground, he casually drew the giant sword behind him and cut off the only intact head that had been bitten by the strange bird stuck in the ground! After being sniped by special ammunition and pierced by Eagle Strike 'spear'. The strange bird was still extremely aggressive, and it was not until the only intact head was cut off that the strange bird, known as the Death Bird, died in a convulsion.

The foul-smelling blood spurted out from the broken neck of the dead bird, and the feast slowly opened its arms, like the dragon bone cross mark of the Norton Pavilion, holy and hideous, and the jet-black blood stained the feast, and Franc's human nature throbbed after a long silence, quite a boyish spirit, like a boy next door, and politely asked, "Did I forget to knock on the door?" ”

The crisp sound of the small armor chant with a pistol sounded, and a dead bird that came quietly from behind the feast staggered, and when it rose again, the strange head on the far left was black, and it was obvious that the shooting of the chant just now could not make it break its muscles and bones.

Feasting on the hand, knocking on the door with thick knuckles, "Now it's ...... made up"

Looking at the stunned group of cultists and the altar behind them, Feast swung his giant sword and slapped a hindering cultist in front of him away, unlike the Feast, bright red blood spurted out of the mouth of the unlucky ghost, and under the blow of the great force of steel, his internal organs must have been shattered into slag.

A child's shrill cry came from behind him, and without looking back, he pulled out the eagle strike on the ground with his left hand and stabbed it backwards with his backhand.

Blood, foul blood stained Feast's holy and hideous body again, and Feast reached back, grabbed the relatively intact head in the center of the Death Bird, and affectionately pulled it in front of him. Gazing at the head with the fangs of the feast, the purple eyes of the same origin as Fran looked at the strange bird that was constantly struggling.

The tentacles of the lower limbs of the Death Bird were limp around the steel body of the feast, like the playfulness of a child, and there was no threat. The giant steel hand slowly closed, listening to the wail of the bones in his hand, like a balloon filled with water, and the head of the reciper broke open in the hands of the feast, and the white brain mixed with rancid blood flowed down.

Feast let go of her hand, and the Death Bird's massive body fell to the ground, the only two remaining heads struggling to control their bodies away from the damn demon! However, the eagle strike inserted in the abdominal cavity became a fatal obstacle to it! The giant sword is cut down, and it is split along with two meritorious eagle strikes!

The white mist gradually spreads, the magic engine turns, and the giant sword slams horizontally, slapping another death-reaving bird from the sky! Amid the wails, screams, and begs of the dead believers, Feast dragged his greatsword and slowly walked towards the last of the dead birds who could not stand up!

The tip of the sword rubbed against the ground, splashing wisps of sparks, and the six eyes of the dead bird showed a trace of horror in a humane manner, and the child-like sharp cry sounded again, but the feast was not abnormal in the slightest. Walking up to the Death Bird, he raised his sword, and then seemed to remember something.

"Mr. Moxiso." The boy's polite voice rang out in the ubiquitous wail, and his tone was so calm, as if the devil who was torturing and killing his enemies in the white mist was not him at all! "Do you need to keep one for research?"

On the other side of the communication channel, Moxiso's voice quickly sounded, without the slightest drag, and he said directly, "The anomalous creature capture device is being transported, and we will have remote containment, you can continue your work." ”

Feast flicked his wrist, retracted his greatsword, and walked towards the horrified-looking Diebelievers with heavy steps, the roar of steel on contact with the ground ringing in the hearts of the Deadbelievers.

There was a fishy smell, and some people knelt down and stepped forward in embarrassment, slamming their heads on the ground, begging for mercy in their mouths, but the feast did not stop, just walked forward.

An old man in an opulent robe trembled and raised his cane, a symbol of weight, and pointed at the end of his rotten heart, which could only reach the breastplate of the feast because of the height difference between the two.

"Stand down! Retire! You damn demon! How dare you! How dare you destroy the messenger of God! The old man's voice rang out, and the old man stared viciously at the monstrous feast, repeating the vicious curse in his mouth, "You have collided with the royal car of the gods!" You will be punished with your filthy blood to the rotten rat, Hannah! ”

"Hannah?" Fran's voice came from the feast, a little distorted, "That's the god you believe in?" A stinky rat? ”

The old man's eyes widened and he clutched his chest, "How dare you!" How dare you call it an all-knowing and omnipotent, a rotten giant rat that begins and ends! O arrogant demon! Wait until the family of the gods comes! You will surely be turned into a pool of foul blood in the decay of life! ”

Feast shrugged, even this rather brisk movement was driven by the huge body, it looked particularly hideous and terrifying!

"Go and continue your ritual, and let me see what your family is......

Like a high emperor bowing his head and issuing an amnesty, the feast drew his giant sword and pointed it to the ground as a support. There was a whistling sound, and huge armed modules fell from the sky, and half of the factory was reduced to ruins in the loud roar. A wave of air mixed with dust came from behind the feast, blowing out the old man who was already bad at his legs and feet, and slammed it into the altar.

Fran's chuckle rang out, and in the midst of the mess, it was particularly harsh, and he turned, slung the greatsword over his shoulder, and walked towards the armed module.

The old man was left leaning against the altar, panting heavily.

As the sound of the machinery sounded, the armed module slowly unfolded like a royal car, and an automatic machine with tracks drilled out, and the body of the immobile dead bird was easily contained. Feast stepped onto a long path of metal, countless mechanical arms protruding from the mezzanine, and as Feast progressed, it carried out the necessary overhaul of the massive metal body. The process was not long, after all, in the battle just now, the attrition of the feast itself was not even as good as that poor eagle strike.

At the end of the road, there was the platform used to dress in the past, and the feast slowly turned around, the red signal lights activated, and four thick supply pipes stretched out, connecting to the energy reservoir on the back. The high-quality magic stones produced in the Blue Forest have been processed hundreds of times in advance to become a liquid state that is easier to burn and release energy, and then in this battlefield, the armor with a slight loss of energy is replenished.

The roar rang out again, and arsenals of tricolored gears fell from the sky one after another, and the Dead Believers clutched their heads, staggering to dodge the rubble and the deadly metal meteors!