Thundered!

When this behemoth appeared on the ground, the stone slab under its feet instantly cracked, and the cracks spread out densely like cobwebs.

With a weight of more than 1,000 tons, the shaking and impact caused by falling on the ground are comparable to earthquakes.

Even the church in the distance was shaking.

The pavement under your feet even sank instantly.

Selubelia and the little evil spirit were also almost shocked by the impact, and Selubelia subconsciously held Leonona in her arms.

A pair of eyes stared at the big man in front of him dumbfounded, what kind of monster is this.

In terms of appearance, it is a bit similar to the previous holy relic ghost chariot, but in terms of size, it is not known how many times larger.

Dozens of ghost chariots can't compare to the size of the big guy in front of him.

"This ...... What is this?" Selubelia shuddered.

Leo Nona and Louise, the two little girls, were startled, but the child's fear quickly disappeared, and they seemed to want to climb up and play.

Roger grinned and spat out a name: "Gustav Train Cannon!"

There's no way, this is the royal city after all, Nelson's relationship with himself is not bad, and Roger can't come directly to Golfito City to make a big Ivan, so he can only retreat and come up with something smaller.

Roger even felt a little lost, after all, in terms of spiritual power loss, he completely had a fight with Big Ivan.

The form factor can imagine the Doomsday Tank.

Undoubted war behemoths.

It's hard to believe that this thing actually ever appeared on Earth, and it's even harder to believe that it was made during World War II.

Weapons of the Second World War era, what are the characteristics? Firepower!

With the development of science and technology, the research direction of weapons has begun to change, and the new weapons pursue accuracy and range, and the artillery with poor mobility and poor burst ability and poor accuracy seems to have retreated from the tide of the times.

But during World War II, whoever had more guns in his hands was the boss.

And the Gustav train cannon is the existence that stands at the top of all cannons.

That destructive power, even in modern times, is rarely surpassed, and it is not known how many times more than anti-tank missiles, rocket artillery and other things. After all, the shells sprayed by the Gustav train gun require cranes and tanks to cooperate with the propellation of the breech, and the weight of an armor-piercing shell can reach seven tons. Look at the book

Looking up, the combat state is fifty-three meters long, equivalent to a fifteen-story building, with a barrel of thirty-two meters and a caliber of 800 millimeters. Look at the thick, black, long barrel, it is estimated that an adult can get into it.

As for the amount, it reached a staggering 1,350 tons, and yes, that's the number.

This thing is no longer a normal weapon, and it requires a special track just to move, so it is called a train cannon.

During the entire World War II, only two of these monster-level cannons were made, and the other one seems to be called the Dora Cannon.

After the end of World War I, in order to prevent another invasion of France, an extremely strong defensive line was forged in the border area, which was made of reinforced concrete, known as the Maginot Line.

The Gustav train cannon was designed to gnaw down the Maginot Line, but before the cannon was built, France surrendered......

As a result, this cannon was pulled to the Soviet-German battlefield, and the sound of the shell explosion was called the bell of the final judgment. A single cannonball descends into a crater the size of four American football fields, and the power is even more frenzied than it was originally designed. No matter how strong the fortifications are, they will be razed to the ground in no time, and the thick reinforced concrete will directly blast you into pieces, and the city walls will blow you into parts.

Even if you are lucky enough not to be directly hit, the shock of the shell falling and exploding can shock the soldiers in the fortress to death.

The most exaggerated shot directly penetrated the ten-meter-thick concrete.

Said one

In the war, a total of forty-eight shells were sprayed in twelve days, and the Great Wall of Steel of Maozi was razed to the ground, and the entire city could no longer see a building that could still stand.

Although it is not the first time that this big guy has been made, it can be seen again that Roger can still clearly feel the terrifying oppressive force.

Anyway, let's do it first!

The other side.

On the altar was a fifteen or sixteen-year-old girl, who was born quirky, delicate and cute, wearing a black gown, but the dress had been torn and tattered.

It was torn apart by herself, and her white and tender skin was scratched by her nails.

Behind the girl, a pair of snow-white wings appear and disappear.

The contours of the wings were clearer than in any previous attempt.

The faces of Simpson and the young man in white robes before him were full of excitement, their eyes widened exaggeratedly, and their throats were wheezing and wheezing weirdly.

The girl was the daughter of Duke Morton.

It is worthy of being the most adaptable carrier they have encountered in the entire kingdom of Loville.

This time, it will definitely work.

Of course, they have also suffered heavy losses, and the dozens of carriers that had good adaptability before have all died, and blood is covered in the altar.

However, as long as this last one can be successful, the previous failure can be completely ignored.

The consciousness of the angel is forcibly taking possession of the girl's body, which is definitely an extremely painful and painful process for the girl.

However, the girl was sealed off from the ability to make sounds.

For no other reason, Simpson and the angel of the advent of the white-robed young man hated that it would be too noisy.

As for whether sealing the ability to speak will make these pathetic carriers more painful, that's not something they need to consider.

The girl's body almost turned into a worm, constantly wriggling on the ground, and her hands desperately grabbed the originally beautiful long golden hair, grabbing a handful.

The scalp has long since become bloody.

The nails scratched at the delicate skin, and each time they could scratch out blood marks and scratch off pieces of flesh stained with blood.

It's pain, it's itching, it's an indescribable but devastating torment.

She wanted to die.

Even if you die, you will be happier than you are now.

The girl's eyes had turned blood-red, and the corners of her eyes had gradually begun to flow down with sticky blood, and some parts of her face had even been scratched by herself to reveal the white bones.

It's so uncomfortable, it's so uncomfortable, it's so uncomfortable...... Father, help me?

The girl's distorted gaze looked at Duke Morton below, how she wished that her father, who had always doted on her, could save her from this hell.

But soon, the girl was disappointed.

In her father's eyes, there was only distorted madness, and that weird face made even the girl creepy, was that still the father she was familiar with?

Why does that face look like a demon?

"Ah, my beloved daughter, come on, hold on, don't give up."

Duke Morton's lips twitched: 'Daddy believes in you, and he can.

There was greed in his eyes.

So many people have failed, even the sons and daughters of Plislet, Elliott, Wycliffe, are all dead.

Those wastes, they didn't even last a minute, but their daughter is different, she is so good, she has been persisting for almost an hour.

Failure is very simple, you can't withstand the power of the angel, and your head explodes and it's over.

But success is a long process.

The longer the daughter persists, the more the hope and greed in the heart of the Duke of Morton will become more and more intense, once the daughter becomes an angel of advent, backed by the scorching sun and the Ruling Church, and protected by angels, the Morton family will definitely usher in a boom.

What are the Seven Saints of Protecting the Country?

From this moment on, the Lovell Kingdom will no longer have the title of the Seven Saints of the Protector, and there will only be the Morton family.

Preslet, Wycliffe, Elliott they have only two paths to take, surrender or perish.

As for the pain of the daughter? Sorry, that didn't happen to him, so Duke Morton's feelings weren't very obvious, not to mention that compared to the power of the angel that was about to arrive, this little pain was completely bearable and not worth mentioning.

even said that her daughter's skin was open and fleshy, and her eyes, ears, mouth and nose were bleeding, and she looked like she had a different kind of holiness.

Right now...... Rumble......

A violent shock came suddenly.

The altar shook.

The snow-white wings behind the girl flickered and almost disappeared.

This scene startled everyone in the underground space, and the white-robed angel hurriedly rushed over, and the spiritual power blocked the surroundings, barely stabilizing the situation.

Immediately afterward, there was another roar, looming through the basement:

"Preslett ......"

"Morton ......"

"Wycliffe ......"

"Elliott ......"

"Get the hell out of here...... Get out of here...... Get out of ......."

The beast-like sound was surprisingly penetrating, constantly echoing through the basement.

The anger and murderous intent contained in his voice made the faces of the four old men who were called by their names change greatly.

Roger, it's time to kill you.

He came faster than expected.

"Simpson, you go and take care of it, now is the critical moment, and there must be no mistakes." The white-robed angel said in a gloomy voice.

Simpson still had that calm face, and he even pulled the clothes on his body very gentlemanly: "Don't worry, I'm good at negotiating...... Try to be as quick as you can, though, I'll only be able to delay for half an hour at most."

As he spoke, Simpson walked over to the outside of the basement.

Just walked off the altar......

Thundered!

The bell of the final judgment has struck.

More terrifying than thunder, a terrifying sound that had never been heard before, resounded throughout the royal city.

A huge, cylindrical object, breaking through the thick layer of soil above the basement and breaking through the carefully poured roof, suddenly appeared in front of Simpson.

Suddenly, the smoke of gunpowder billowed out, obscuring the sky and the sun.

At this moment, the only thought that came to Simpson's mind was: That guy, why don't you play your cards according to common sense?