The bullet tore open the human body, and the flesh protected by the winding chant was punched through a huge hole, and even more painful than the physical injury was the phosphorus fire that was wound around the bullet, and the phosphorus fire attached to the wound and burned directly into the body, into the bones, and into the deepest and deepest depths of the soul.

Even the tried and tested Crusader knights could no longer endure the pain of burning their souls, they could anesthetize themselves with mental tenacity for physical injuries, but they could not bear the pain of spiritual depravity - if it was only injury and death, but could inflict the same damage and death on their enemies, they would admit it. However, when they saw that the blessed bullets fired in their weapons were completely unable to inflict damage on the necromantic skeletons on the other side, the morale of the first Crusader Knights to enter the battle collapsed.

"For what! for what blessed bullets are ineffective! They are dark creatures who have awakened from death!!For what they are not punished by God!"

Still half bare-naked, Favenir watched as the grenadiers in front of him reaped the Church's force with their submachine guns and machine guns. The Church's blessed bullets couldn't do much damage to the skeletons at all—not to mention that these dead ghosts were all battle-hardened, most of them had gone through the hell of the Eastern Front, and their combat skills were extremely sophisticated. On the other hand, the Crusader knights on the opposite side may not be as strong as the necromancers who have experienced the great battle, and the sense of smell on the battlefield is even more different.

The helicopter gunship of the Thirteenth Section fired, and although the thick cannon bullets could not kill the skeleton grenadiers, the kinetic energy attached to the bullets could easily knock the skeletons to the ground, making them immobile for a while. Rockets and anti-tank missiles from helicopters were also fired – albut, unsurprisingly, completely ineffective. Fafnir and Karl and Longinus didn't even bother to shrink their bodies into the tank, they just watched as the rockets and missiles flew by, and then turned to ashes in the phosphorous fire outside the tank, and the jets of metal hit the tank's armor, and just melted into pieces of metal cake and slid down..........

"Armor-piercing projectile fire!" Karl gave the order first, a helicopter trying to attack the Panther tank at close range was very unlucky to be in the range of the Tiger King in the rear, and an 88mm armor-piercing projectile with phosphorus fire easily turned the helicopter into a ball of fire......

Fafnir didn't pay much attention to his men slaughtering the Crusader knights, he now paid attention to the black-robed men who approached with an "inhuman" athleticism - these were the real thirteen branches..........

Favenir pulled out his Luger pistol, took a slight aim, and began to pull the trigger. The bullets he fired were different from those fired by the Skullgrenadiers - they didn't carry phosphorous fire, just regular 9mm bullets. The bullet hit several speeding figures with precision, but the 9mm bullet did not allow them to stop at all.

"Looks like she's wearing body armor, or is it mentally strengthened flesh? But 9 mm Parabellum is still sadly powerful......," Fafnir sighed, he didn't mind what would happen to this group of people when they approached - what else could he care about in front of the strongest monster in the world who could use demonic power?

The middle-aged uncle priest with the golden retriever was the first to run, and this priest had two things in his hand that looked like guns but at the same time had a war knife combined with the barrel..........

"It's really good to use it for cool, but it's just a haha thing for war.......... is it really a neon stench. Favenir had long known the origins of this worldly realm, and now he looked at the important supporting characters in front of him holding this weapon whose main purpose was to put on a cool display.

"As a gun, when you fire bullets, you can't aim accurately because of the impact of the blade, and you can't ......easily slash because of the handle of the knife," said Faveniel, who took out an MP40 submachine gun from the car and began to shoot at the golden retriever.

The golden-haired uncle curled his lips and shouted, "Amen!" as he swung his twin knives, but Faveniel's accurate anticipatory shot easily allowed the bullet to bypass the web of blades and hit the blonde priest with a splash of blood.

The blonde priest ignored the blood splattering on his body like a monster, allowing the bullets to pierce his muscles, shatter his internal organs, and sink into his bones............ It was as if it had all been reversed—the muscles that had been shot through twisted and grew to fill the wounds, the broken blood vessels began to heal automatically, the shattered internal organs began to reassemble, and the bullets in the bones were pushed out of the wounds by the growing bones and muscles, and fell to the ground with a clang. The priest's movements did not even stop for a moment, and he quickly passed the death ground that Fafnir had created with a submachine gun, approached the King Tiger tank, and began to jump high.

"This high-speed healing of the flesh......... Is this a slime, or is it a werewolf?" Favenir commented in a good time. The priest leaped high, and with a flash of silver blade in his hand, he was about to slay Fafnir.

It's just that Faveniel leaned slightly to the side, and lifted the hatch slightly to cover half of his body. The silver sword slashed into the hatch cover, breaking in half like iron. Before the priest could express his surprise, Fafnir flicked his index finger into his chest.

The priest flew upside down as if he had been bombarded by a battering ram, "Is it a blade forged from blessed holy silver? this thing is useless against phosphorus fire, and this fool really thinks that a blade made of silver can cut through the armor steel of the Empire?...... what a sweet fellow" Fafnir still had time to shake his finger at the priest flying in the air.

The priest had already begun to heal the broken bones and minced flesh as he flew upside down, and he quickly fired another bullet at Fafnier with another gun. The bullet flew precisely to Fafnier's forehead until it was caught by two fingers....... and the bullet forged with the holy silver enshrined in the holy cathedral for more than thirty years was melted in this hand, "Silver Bullet......... Holy Light Blessing ......... It's all useless. ”

The other warriors of the Thirteen Branches had already launched an attack on Fafnir's companions, but the Holy Silver Bullets they fired still did not work without exception - it could not be said that there was no effect, and the skeletons hit by the Silver Bullets were obviously repulsed, but after taking a few steps back, they were still alive and kicking back with the weapons in their hands.

"Hahaha, monotheistic things are useless to them...... Don't forget, empires are named after Norse mythology. If you want to do damage to the Valhalla warriors who have returned from the kingdom of Hull, it would be better to make bullets with the holy silver that has been blessed by the priestess of the altar of Odin into a bullet engraved with the magical text of Runa......." Fafnir said with a smile, whether anyone heard these words or not. "It's just that you guys have been too successful in the past, and you guys can still find the Odin Altar Ghost to know the way......... Haha ”

The wounded priest saw that the weapon in his hand did no harm to the necromancers, and the crusader knights who followed them suffered heavy casualties, and their angry and distorted faces showed a look of realization......... It's just that before this guy was ready to open his hole cards and fight desperately, Fafnir and the skeleton grenadiers disappeared like a mist, leaving only craters and corpses everywhere......

"Isn't it interesting? boring? yes...... When you died in battle, you were only young people in your twenties, and you didn't think about the meaning of life at all. When they died in battle, they were fine, and there was still some hope, Karl and you guys understood the fact that the empire was about to fall.......... but what could you do now that you woke up again? Why do you think so much? What? You haven't thought about it? You just want to fight? At the same time, you guys just want to see what the 'Sea Lion' plan is for? All right! Let's go!" Faveniel said in the dark talking to the unknowns— When the surroundings were once again shrouded in light, the skeletons entangled in phosphorus fire were already standing in the corridor of the huge airship, with huge windows in front of them, and frenzied dark clouds and dark sea outside.............