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The hearts of all the knights suddenly sank to the bottom!

One Migo is enough troublesome enough, hundreds of them appear at the same time, even if all of them have the combat power of "Klein", trying to wipe them all is tantamount to nonsense!

What's more, there are less than [-] of them who are really capable of fighting against Migo.

"How is this possible..." A knight commander stood on the tower of the church, seeing the surging pink tide in the distance, his eyes were filled with disbelief, "How could there be so many 'Klein's at once?" The 'mystery' of the 'level'?? How can we stop this?!"

"If you can't stop it, you have to stop it!" Another knight commander jumped from another tower and pulled out a heavy giant sword forcefully, with an extremely firm expression, "Even if we die, we must not let these monsters touch us!" A single hair of the Holy Maiden!"

Holding a shield in one hand and a sword in the other, the third knight commander walked to the main entrance of the church without saying a word, as thick and steady as a mountain.

"Where's Taylor?"

"He took the rest of the people and charged at the front."

"With such a terrifying number, the charge won't last long. Someone must guard this last line of defense."

"Is the three of us enough? By the way, where is Charles? I didn't see him at the beginning."

"do not know……"

"Damn it, this guy will lose the chain at a critical moment!"

When the three chief knights were speaking, the pink wave had already rushed towards the three charging formations composed of dozens of knights in the distance. This church comes rushing.

The three knight commanders looked at each other, and released a terrifying aura at the same time, standing still in front of the church, colliding with Mantian Migo!

……

at this time,

Inside the church, the Whispering Gallery.

Charles stood on the echoing corridor with his brows furrowed, his hands constantly groping on the mural full of sword marks, as if he was trying to find something.

"Damn... Where is the switch for this thing?" Charles touched for a long time, but there was no movement on the mural, so he couldn't help but cursed.

The enchantment of the Echo Hall was left by Chloe before she fell into a coma, but she only taught them how to trigger the enchantment, but did not teach them how to close it, so that until now, Charles has been unable to get rid of the enchantment trapped here. Shen Qingzhu and others inside got it out.

When Lin Qiye was fighting Taylor just now, Charles knew that any explanation would be useless. In the eyes of Lin Qiye at that time, it was their Holy Knights who wanted to kill them... and the only way to calm the incident was to release him voluntarily. Get out of Shen Qingzhu and others, and explain to them carefully.

But before he could find a way to open the Whispering Gallery, those overwhelming Migos rushed over.

"Time is running out."

Through the glass window at the end of the echoing gallery, Charles saw dense Migos surrounding the entrance of the church and the stormtroopers in the distance. If he didn't join the battlefield, the group of pink monsters would soon enter the church up.

Just when Charles was debating whether to join the battlefield directly or continue to try to open the echo gallery, a slight cracking sound came from his ears.

"Huh?" Charles looked back.

At the corner of the mural full of sword marks, a figure shrouded in smoke and haze, holding a short knife, pierced the surface of the mural, and a fine crack began to spread on the wall...

Sensing the terrifying fluctuations of divine power emanating from the crack, Charles' eyes were filled with shock!

This is……

boom--! !

There was only a loud noise, and the wall of the echo gallery exploded, and the murals on it were turned into dust all over the sky. Three figures were outlined from nothingness and landed firmly on the ground.

"I take back what I just said." The figure with six gray wings on his back looked at No. 27 beside him, and said solemnly, "The ancestor god is indeed the ancestor god, and the junior Shen Qingzhu really has blind eyes..."

No. 27 put away the dagger, glanced at Shen Qingzhu leisurely, and didn't say much.

Wu Quan looked around to confirm that they had really returned, and then heaved a sigh of relief.

Just a few minutes ago, the three of them were still trapped in that world. Shen Qingzhu and No. 27 searched for a way to leave that world separately, but found nothing.

Later, it was Shen Qingzhu who guessed that they might be trapped in the mural, and tried to use force to break the space barrier between the mural and the real world, but failed. Finally, on the 27th, he pierced through the edge of the two worlds and returned to reality.

"Where's that knight? I'm going to tear him into pieces!" Shen Qingzhu glanced around, didn't see Taylor's figure, but saw the overwhelming Migo outside the church.

"What the hell is that?" he asked, frowning.

The eyes under the hood of No. 27 narrowed slightly, "It's Migo."

"Migo?"

"It is a believer in the door of truth."

Hearing this sentence, Shen Qingzhu was slightly taken aback, as if thinking of something, "An Qingyu?"

……

"Damn!! These monsters, can't you kill them all?!"

Among the ruins of London, several knights staggered up from the twisted and scrapped motorcycles, clenched the western swords in their hands, and leaned against each other's backs.

Above their heads, hundreds of Migos hovered like a pink cloud, their eardrums were almost torn apart by their sharp hissing.

Originally there were 40 or [-] knights, but within a few minutes, only a dozen or so people were killed or injured. Even though they had killed as many Migos with all their might, for the thick pink wave in front of them, Still only a small part.

Seeing the squirming heads of those Migos approaching from the sky, unprecedented despair emerged in the hearts of everyone.

Someone even shook the hand holding the sword, and the blade fell directly to the ground, making a crisp jingling sound.

"Pick up the sword!" Taylor, who was covered in blood among the dozen or so knights back to back, roared, "If even we give up resistance, who will protect the saint? Even if it is death! We must be upright Die here!"

The pale knight gritted his teeth, and still lowered his head to pick up the western sword on the ground. The moment he got up, the Migos above his head seemed to catch the opening, and suddenly let out a scream, flying down one after another!

Under the overwhelming pink wave, the figures of the dozen or so knights were incomparably small.

At this moment, in the void in the distance, a gray figure with six wings on his back was slowly outlined... He squinted his eyes, raised his palm unhurriedly,

Snapped--!

The crisp finger snapping echoed before Migo's wave.