ASTNovels Chapter 799 Flat-haired beast, dare to be presumptuous
Chapter 799 Flat-haired beast, dare to be presumptuous
Chapter 799 Flat-haired beast, dare to be presumptuous
A dozen knights looked at the sky and shouted at the saint, "The saint goes first, we will deal with them."
They reined in their horses and stopped one after another.
The saint also stopped and shouted stubbornly, "I won't go, let's fight together."
The knight shouted anxiously, "You are the hope of the Holy See, and only with you can we avenge us."
This is a countermeasure discussed by the knight group. They didn't want to rush out in the first place, and their purpose was to protect the priest and the saint to break through.
If one can break out, it counts as one. They have already prepared for the worst.
Without any explanation, a knight drew his sword and pierced the ass of Saint Emily's war horse.
With a bang, the war horse was frightened, blood spattered, and it roared wildly, leading the saint to continue running wildly.
The Blood Dukes glanced at each other, two went after the saint, and the three stayed to deal with a dozen or so knights.
"Sword of Light!"
The knights drew their swords at the same time, raising a sword rain barrier against the air.
The Duke who was chasing wrapped himself with his wings to block him, and Pupupu was slashed by the bright sword and fell down one after another.
The leader shouted, "The saint is already alone, let's deal with these knights first."
A group of people drew out their long swords and immediately fought with a dozen knights.
Marquis Laws shook his head with a telescope, "It seems that I have to go out in person."
His silver wings rushed out from behind, and soared into the air at an extremely fast speed, flashing a silver light in the air and chasing after the saint.
At the bottom of the mountain, the saint just rushed down on a war horse.
A silver light fell 50 meters ahead. The horse was exhausted and bled profusely. After being strangled by the saint, it rolled to the ground with a plop.
The saint was thrown a few times, got up and pulled out her long sword, and immediately confronted the person in front.
The Marquis Laus stared at him and said with a sneer, "Saint of the Holy See, I haven't tasted this kind of holy blood for a long time."
The saint cursed, "You bastard who turned to the devil, you are in vain. Even if I die, I will destroy you on behalf of God."
Marquis Rouse laughed contemptuously, "Silly boy, you are just like that rabbit, knowing that you are useless, but struggling to die. Come on, let me see how powerful you are."
The corner of the saint's mouth curled up, she slashed her sword and shouted, "Holy light, cleanse the darkness of this world!"
The sword energy turned into a shower of light, brushed in the air and turned into arrow feathers, and fell towards Rouse one after another.
Rolls shook his head and chuckled, "Is this all?"
His wings shook violently, crackled, and collided with the Light Rain Arrow Array, sweeping away these forces immediately.
He stared at the saint, and said with a playful smile, "Child, look, it's useless for me to say it. If you admit defeat now, I can protect you. At that time, you will join our blood clan and become the new saint. poor position."
"Don't think about it!"
Emily's long blond hair fluttered with the wind, and the long sword in her hand slammed, stabbing towards the Marquis of Rouse.
With a bang, the silver long sword was caught between two fingers of Rouse.
The saint frowned, picked up the cross around her neck, and then chanted, "Sword of Light!"
The long sword in her hand was shining with white light, and its power suddenly increased greatly. With a swipe, the blade of the sword passed, showing its sharpness, and cut off one of Rouse's fingers with a puff.
Laos trembled in pain, flapped his wings and retreated suddenly, staring at the saint and furiously said, "You are courting death!"
He knew the strength of the cross on the saint's hand, and it was estimated that it had gathered the power of hundreds of millions of believers in North America.
At this time, you have to fight with all your strength.
His body twisted and deformed for a while, and he turned into a three-meter-high monster in the air, with muscles all over his body and skin like black charcoal.
"Whoever disobeys me, Satan, dies!"
Rolls pulled out a black spear, the material was shining with a mysterious light, as if it was polished by hell, and black mist was shining on it.
The saint holds the cross in her left hand and swings a sword in her right hand, fighting with him.
Bang bang bang, the two of them hit each other immediately, the dust splashed and the vibrations kept ringing.
The surrounding vegetation exploded one after another, and they created deep pits on the ground.
The black gun in Rouse's hand seems to be able to restrain the divine light by nature.
The black mist lingered, completely covering the light.
The saint entangled with him for a while, and was stabbed in the arm by him with a gun, and she was fixed on a boulder backwards.
She gasped in pain, and the blood on her body gushed out from the wound, splashing down the barrel of the gun.
Rolls landed on the ground, with his hands behind his back, his two fangs shook, and he looked at his masterpiece with satisfaction.
"How about it, saint, are you convinced?"
His face was full of complacency.
The saint cursed, "If you want to kill, kill, God will not forgive you."
Rouse laughed, "What about forgiveness, and what about not forgiving? When I chose to surrender to Satan, I stopped asking for his forgiveness."
Before his laughter fell, a chuckle suddenly came from behind him, "Old man, are you serious?"
Laws and the saint were startled at the same time, and immediately looked back.
I saw two oriental teenagers striding forward with a few women, with a careless expression on their faces.
A boy with a cigarette in his mouth.
The saint shouted in surprise, "It's them?"
She didn't expect to see these oriental people again in the hotel.
She suddenly heard what the priest said, God never gave up on anyone, it just hasn't manifested yet.
The saint thought to herself, "Could it be that these Orientals are envoys sent by God?"
"Dirty Orientals, I used to be used as a beast, how dare you disturb our blood race?"
Seeing that Long Fei and the others were behaving badly, Laos waved his hand and pulled out the long spear stabbed in the saint's body, and stared at Long Fei and his party with murderous intent.
Long Fei sneered, "You flat-haired bastard, you just mutated yourself by relying on a little blood from the monster clan. People are different, ghosts are not ghosts, and you have a sense of superiority. Not only do I want to disturb you today, but also Gonna roast your dukes."
"presumptuous!"
Rouse was furious, flapped his wings, and stabbed at Long Fei.
The physical body of the Marquis is extraordinary.
The silver wings flapped at an extremely fast speed.
Long Fei shook his head and moved forward casually.
The space in mid-air trembled suddenly, as if it was a transparent lake, it suddenly fluctuated.
When Rouse entered, his body froze suddenly.
The strength of his marquis was actually bound inside.
In a hurry, the spear in his hand swept across, but the more he struggled, the stronger the restraint on his body became.
In a hurry, his veins were exposed all over his body, and he roared into the sky.
"The power of space?"
It was unbelievable for Saint Emily to see Long Fei make such a move again.
Lin Shanshan chewed her gum and smiled lightly at Long Fei, "Brother-in-law, let me kill him."
Her hands were itchy, and she couldn't find a chance to express herself following Long Fei.
Marquis Rolls vomited blood a little, but he didn't expect that even a little girl would dare to be presumptuous.
He shouted angrily, "Who are you, aren't you afraid of revenge from our blood race?"
Chapter 2 is here, continue.
(End of this chapter)