Undead Farm

Chapter 492 Do you think this hat is green or not?

"Weng Ling?!"

Ye Sangen stepped back and frowned as he watched Weng Ling who was flying close behind the sledgehammer.

If there is anyone in this world that he is most afraid of meeting, then it must be this girl who has been fooled by him from the very beginning.

They kidnapped their city and took away their land, but in the end they were still a clergyman who couldn't deal with the undead.

However, he has a clear conscience!

"Weng Ling."

Ye Sangen looked at Weng Ling, who was dressed in black and wore short hair, and took two steps forward.

"I……"

Weng Ling pulled up the hammer, carried it on his shoulder, and turned his back without even looking at him:

"Don't explain, you will settle the account of lying to me later, now, think about how you survived!"

"You..." Ye Sangeng was stunned.

This is over?Don't you say a few words about good water and one water?
Looking at those members of the Holy Silver Church who were staring at this side, Weng Ling didn't know how long he had to struggle psychologically before he could make the decision to join the night shift.

After all, her world view is different from that of Blood Madness and the others. It has always been that of the Holy Silver Church, and her current betrayal made the Pope's face twitch.

"Weng Ling! Do you know what you are doing?! He is an undead!"

Weng Ling nodded with his back to the night shift: "I know, but he is also the father of my child!"

Father?

"Wait, what did you just say?"

Ye Sangeng's eyes widened, while Bei De and Tang Xiaowan who were hiding in the crowd stared at him with cold eyes.

"We don't have that much, how could it be..."

"I don't believe it either, but..." Weng Ling's neck became more and more rosy, and then he touched his lower abdomen.

"Do you still remember the time when the Eight-clawed Old Demon pierced us together?"

In the middle of the night, my heart skipped a beat.

How could he not remember!
That time, the tentacles of the Eight-Clawed Old Demon directly pierced his vitals, and then penetrated Weng Ling's lower abdomen...

Oh, it turned out to be like this!

Bah, such blood!Are you writing a romance novel? !
Ye San lowered his head and looked at his little brother: "I didn't expect you, a useless thing, to be alive..."

Although the process and objects are very different from the imagination of the third watch at night, since it is my own species, I have to recognize it, and I don't know what the next generation of undead and priests will be.

"In that case, come behind me." Ye Sangeng sighed and pulled Weng Ling behind him, but was surprised to find that her face was full of tears.

I also want to know how much pressure it must be for a big girl with yellow flowers to bear this suddenly.

Ye Sangen patted Weng Ling, who was trembling and stiff, and walked to the front:

"Leave the rest to me. Don't worry, I'm the person who is most afraid of death. If I'm not sure, I won't make it."

"Pfft!"

Weng Ling suddenly remembered the coward who refused to untie himself when he and Ye Sangeng met for the first time, and couldn't help laughing.

"Well, I'll wait for you."

Ye Sangen loosened his neck and looked in front of him.

200 million human soldiers, 300 million orc soldiers, more than 1 bishops and paladins, hundreds of legends, twelve epics, and seventeen epics if the pope and four bishops are added.

This force was originally used to deal with the Undead Queen, but now it has become a deal with him, and the pressure is indeed great.

But these are nothing compared to the pressure of suddenly becoming a father!
In the middle of the night, he mobilized the bone cells, condensed a flowing bone sword, and waved it lightly:
"My condition is very simple, don't let the dead live, let the living die! If you want to fight, then fight!"

A huge aura suddenly shot up from Ye Sangeng's body,

One person, against millions!
"What a great undead emperor, everyone, please join hands with me to wipe out this filthy race!" The pope turned his head and looked at the twelve epics.

The 12 people looked at each other, but few of them moved. The people from the orc tribe even looked at each other. The Tiger King shook his head slightly and said:
"This undead emperor came from your Mighty Tian Empire. We can deal with the rest of the undead. This guy has to be handed over to you."

"What Tiger King said is that our dwarf empire will also withdraw." A dwarf said.

"How dare you, Freudin? You are our allies!" the Pope said with a straight face.

"I'm sorry, allies also need to be prioritized." Fredin shrugged and pointed at Midnight.

"That guy saved our Baishan Great Emperor and our holy mountain. Compared with your favor, his weight is more important, so,"

"Staying neutral is already the limit of our dwarves, please don't force us."

It is the usual style of the dwarves to know the favor and repay it. In their eyes, there is no right or wrong, only closeness, so it is not surprising that the Pope can do this. He looked at Tang Wudi.

"Invincible, what do you say? Don't say he is your son-in-law. He even has a wife and children, and his surname is not Tang!"

"Bah!" Tang Wudi clenched his fists.

"I have to teach this brat a lesson, but...if I really do this, my daughter will definitely beat me to death. Forget it, anyway, there are so many of you, so don't count me in!"

The pope's face twitched. It doesn't matter if the dwarves and orcs are missing. These people are either making up for the number or not working hard, but Tang Wudi, who is as strong as him, does not appear on the stage, which really makes him feel a little uncomfortable.

But he also knew that Tang Wudi was a person who didn't like oil and salt, and it was useless to say it, so he looked around, aroused the holy light on his body, and even his expression became gentle and kind:

"Since you are not willing, then I will not force it. It is the duty of our Holy Silver Church to kill evil and save the world. If there must be sacrifices, then I will be the first!"

"Holy Silver Congregation listen to the order! The enemy is powerful, I will attack alone, if something happens, you should evacuate immediately, and the priority should be to preserve your strength. In the future, no one who is stronger than this villain will not seek revenge!"

"Master Pope!"

All the paladins and bishops were moved immediately, and Archbishop Beishan condensed into a huge mountain giant in resentment.

"Destroying the undead is my vow to join the religion. How can you, the Pope, enjoy it all alone? Count me in Beishan!"

"And I, Xichuan!" Archbishop Xichuan swiped his hands, and a tall blue water element suddenly condensed.

Nan Lei and Xu Muzhi looked at each other, sighed, and took a step forward without saying a word.
This made the Pope's expression look a little better, and he waved his hand:
"Okay! You have shown me the hope of mankind. All members of the congregation obey the order! Kill!"

"Hoohoho!"

The bishops applied holy buffs to the paladins with swords and heavy armor, and those paladins bravely rushed towards midnight. This scene made the soldiers on the human side excited, and many brigades did not After waiting for the military order, he rushed out.

All of a sudden, millions of people attacked at midnight.

Watching this scene at midnight, the corners of his mouth curled up:

"Is it more than people?"

(End of this chapter)