You don't want the woman behind you to die in vain with you, do you?

When these words were uttered, St. Op felt so shameless.

This is really not like what a priest should say.

However, Saint Op has already investigated in advance, this Roger attaches great importance to his woman, and he had a conflict with the Seven Saints of the Protector Kingdom in the Kingdom of Lovell before, precisely because his woman was bullied.

This man even killed tens of thousands of people with blood for the sake of women.

Then now, I should also surrender honestly.

As long as Roger is not a stupid person, then he should be able to see how big the gap between the two sides is, and carrying 30,000 elites and four advent angels will not benefit him at all, and will even make his woman fall into a desperate situation.

Speaking of which, Saint Op couldn't help but be a little envious.

Roger, this guy is really hateful enough, look at it, those women, which one is not as beautiful as a flower, and the country is beautiful?

Even those orc women, all of them are all charming.

Think about yourself again, there is only one tigress yellow-faced woman in the house, and occasionally you have to be careful if you want to find a little boy to relax, this is really more popular than people.

The corners of Roger's mouth curled up in an arc.

Yo ho!

Is this a threat to him?

Interesting.

"Your Excellency St. Oppe...... Are you threatening me?" Roger raised his eyebrows, the smile on his face became more and more intense, and he even rubbed his forehead in some distress: "In this world, there are actually many people who try to threaten me......

"But...... They're all dead."

Saint-Op's face sank.

What is this, is this a threat?

Although he had long thought that Roger would not be so easily succumbed, but Saint Op really didn't understand what the man in front of him relied on, in the face of the four advent angels, 30,000 elites still dared to be so rampant?

"Roger......" Saint-Ope's face also darkened, "It seems that only by catching your woman will you understand how terrible your enemy is."

"You can give it a try!" Roger was still smiling, and there was no panic on his face at all: "Bradley, I killed it too, I don't care if there is one more of you."

It is clear that Saint Op has an absolute advantage, but he feels more and more depressed in his heart, and this indescribable depression almost drives Saint Op to go crazy.

What?

Bradley.

The best genius of the Scorching Sun and the Ruling Church actually died at his hands?

The most important thing is his nephew.

Suddenly, St. Opp's raised right hand fell.

In the next moment, 25,000 elite soldiers quickly rushed towards Roger in front, and the 5,000 outstanding priests in the rear also began to chant strange spells in their mouths, and in just a few seconds, the powerful secret magic would completely envelop the area in front of them like raindrops.

The entire church of the Church of Dawn and Redemption will also be trampled to pieces under the iron heel of the Empire.

Rumble...... Rumble...... Rumble......

The boots trampled on the ground, making a dull sound like thunder.

There was a violent tremor under his feet, and the pebbles on the ground were jumping slightly.

The bright blade flashed with a cold gaze, and no one doubted that Roger's body would be pierced through countless blood holes in the next moment.

Even if a few of the strongest existences have not yet made a move, but just these soldiers have brought an overwhelming murderous aura and pressure, even if they are super-rank powerhouses, in the face of these excellent soldiers with murderous faces, they will also feel a tremor from the deepest part of their souls.

Just like those within the Dawn and Redemption Church, whether it was Selubelia, Vera, Nelson, or even a powerful being like Nina, they couldn't help but turn pale at this moment.

They know that Roger is strong, but in the face of such a scene, can Mr. Roger's strength really compete?

only

Barnard, Selena, Selubelia, Fire, and the little evil spirits all had no fear on their faces, even with a hint of disdain.

Only they understand how terrifying Roger's strength really is.

Not to mention just 25,000 elite soldiers, 5,000 clergymen, and four advent angels...... The entire Church of the Scorching Sun and the Judgment, unless the Eternal Scorching Sun personally intervenes, even if the whole army attacks, is nothing more than a lamb to the slaughter in front of Mr. Roger.

Even if the eternal scorching sun takes action in person, with the strength of Mr., I am afraid that he can fight a fight.

Saint-Opp's face was even more gloomy, he thought that after the army attacked, Roger's face would show some fear, at least it would become solemn.

But the smile on the man's face never disappeared, and even became more intense.

It was as if what appeared in front of Roger was not an elite soldier at all, it was purely a group of dead people.

The intense fear in my heart grew stronger and stronger, almost making St. Opp's heart explode: "Several, please do it too."

In extreme fear, St. Op asked the four advent angels around him to strike at the same time.

You must take Roger down in one fell swoop, otherwise you will never have peace in your heart.

Although St. Opp's strength is not as good as his own, these four advent angels also had to obey St. Opp's orders, and when they heard this, they just pouted, and the next second, they only heard a commotion.

Behind the four advent angels, a dazzling white light bloomed at the same time.

The wings of holiness dispelled the night, obscuring even the scarlet moon in the sky and the glow of the fire on the ground.

Four advent angels, eight wings......

Roger shook his head slightly in disdain, it seemed that these were just the lowest Advent Angels.

It's a lot worse than the big-faced monster it used to be.

He sighed slightly, and finally raised his right hand.

And finger like a knife, lightly slash in front of you.

"Space Tear."

Roger's voice wasn't loud, not even his fellow citizens in the church could hear it.

All they could see was an extremely strange picture, so strange that it was almost distorted, almost incomprehensible.

In an instant, the whole world seemed to freeze.

Everything slowed down, or even stopped completely, and they could clearly see the sharp guns in the hands of the opposing soldiers, and they could see the scarlet and tyrannical eyes of those soldiers.

You can see the madness and pent-down fear in St. Oppe's wide eyes.

You can see the pride on the faces of the angels who descended, and the feathers that flew behind them and stood still in mid-air.

They could see the marks of Roger's fingers gliding through the air.

Just as Roger's fingers slid over, a straight crack appeared out of thin air, and the whole world seemed to turn into a giant piece of glass.

The crack spread down Roger's fingers, getting longer and longer, filling the street.

Then, the crack spread silently forward.

There was not the slightest movement in the whole process, and I don't know when, the crack had expanded to the front of the soldiers rushing forward, sliding past the weapons in their hands, sliding over their necks, sliding past their companions behind them, and sliding past the angels behind them.

Alone avoided St. Oppe.

Then, continue to stretch towards the rear.

How long did the whole process last?

Half a minute, a minute, two minutes?

Nobody knows.

Nelson, Barnard, Vera and the others could see the flames jumping in front of them, and they could feel the normal flow of time, but the large area in front of Roger was motionless.

It's as if that large space has completely fallen into dead silence.

Suddenly......

The world seems to be back to normal operations.

With a clanging sound, the spears of the soldiers of the St. Pryan Empire fell to the ground with their spears and bounced

There was a screeching sound.

And those soldiers, still maintaining the posture of charging forward, but completely motionless.

No one understands what's going on here.

It wasn't until a few seconds later that a trace of red blood appeared on the neck of a soldier, and a gust of wind blew, and the head rolled silently from the neck, rolling on the ground, and the expression on his face still retained.

And that's the beginning.

One, two, a hundred, two hundred, ten thousand, twenty thousand......

More and more heads, beginning to detach from the necks of these soldiers, fell to the ground.

The incision on the neck is unusually flat, mirror-like.

Suddenly, the ground was covered with a thick layer of heads.

With a dense head and a pair of wide-eyed eyes, everyone who looks at it has a numb scalp.

No one can understand what is going on here, why such a horrible thing is happening.

Rao is Nelson, these people know that Roger is their companion, but they still can't help but get goosebumps all over their bodies.

This kind of silent death is even more terrible than the impact of the crazy fighting, and they only feel a little itchy on their necks, as if their heads are the same as those of the Imperial soldiers in front of them, and they don't know when they have left their necks.

The intense fear makes it seem that the heart has lost its beating at this time.

No one made the slightest sound, only the sound of breathing, the sound of corpses burning, echoed in the night sky.

No one can understand what kind of power this is.

How could there be such a terrifying secret technique in this world?

A few more seconds passed.

As if the bodies of these soldiers had just reacted, the blood of the broken neck was like a fountain, and they all spurted into the sky.

The rich smell of blood began to spread with the night wind.

Then, one by one, they lost their heads, unable to maintain a standing position, and fell to the ground horizontally.

The blood gushing out of his neck merged into a river, flowing slowly through the streets.

In the entire street, there was no one left standing except for St. Op and the four angels of the Advent Season.

What is this?

One trick in seconds?

Nelson's body shuddered for a moment, and he finally broke free from his silent fear, and looked at Roger again, his eyes filled with deep fear.

He knew that Roger's strength was very strong, but he really didn't expect it to be so strong, this is too exaggerated.

Is this still human?