Tribute to the Demon King

Although it is very possible that he is not the same person as the pharaoh he knew, this does not prevent Zhou Yi from having an unreasonable sense of intimacy with him.

If he doesn't use the Holy Grail indiscriminately, Zhou Yi also decides not to attack him for the time being.Let's talk about it after the next five followers have arrived... Delicious food should always be enjoyed last.

However, in any case, the burning of human rights is an example that Zhou Yi cannot tolerate and cannot forgive.After all, he belongs to Chaldea, and he is proud of his past career.

But he's not sure how to restore the Honkai singularity to its original state.The only thing that is certain is that it is probably not such a big job to kill everyone who deserves to be killed and to revive everyone who deserves to be alive.Instead, there should be an easier solution.

Just like when you see a lot of long-winded math problems, generally speaking, the answer will be extremely simple.

In order not to have any negative effects, Zhou Yi did not dare to make too many big moves.

Since the main scene at this point in time is in the holy city, as long as the control of the holy city is in your own hands, no matter whether it falls or is occupied in the end, it only needs to be performed properly.

First use people who can die and save at any time to capture the holy city and then guard it.Afterwards, whether to kill or keep, whether to push or protect the city, or to communicate with the people in Chaldea——

"As for this 'people who can die and be saved at any time'..."

Zhou Yi pondered, the corners of his mouth raised.

The young man flicked the hair on his forehead, and suddenly showed a gentle smile without a smile on his face.

He stepped out of the tent.And was instantly noticed by the surrounding soldiers.

"Are you...Hassan?!"

"It's Hassan! Quick, run away!"

"Come on! Come on! Don't let the assassin escape!"

In an instant, chaos surrounded the tent.

Some people drew their swords, some raised their bows, some moved forward, some retreated... If the real Assassin was here, he would probably laugh and disappear without a trace.

Zhou Yi sighed silently.

Facing the soldiers pointing at him, he just clapped his hands modestly and cleared his throat: "Everyone, please stop and look at me."

The sound of clapping hands seemed to have some kind of magic quality, echoing in the night sky.

Under his earnest request, the words turned into words, instantly stopping all movements of the surrounding crusaders.

Seeing this, Zhou Yi showed a bright smile.

Synchronize, start--

In that instant, time was shattered.

All the feelings disappeared at this moment.

Zhou Yi's face exuded a magical brilliance.That is the ineffable beauty of human metaphor, the primordial thing of speech—it is because of him that the word "beautiful" has a meaning.

That was the end of all adjectives, what a "monster".

"Listen to me. Relax. Understand me."

His voice echoed crisply in the night sky.

In the next moment, the pupils of all the crusaders who saw Zhou Yi suddenly lit up with a silver-gray light, and then gradually dimmed.

They put away their weapons in an orderly manner and spread outward.Silently, those colleagues who were squeezed outside and didn't know why they were squeezed inward.

Like some kind of industrial assembly line.

Author's message:

update completed!The nest is super strong! (chest out)

...I almost thought Mr. Quanqin was about to belch, but he was finally rescued (Lying)

Chapter 61 May This Be Eden

That's the crusader.Nor the Crusaders.

The "monsters" in crusader armor silently attacked the holy city of Jerusalem.

They no longer proclaim the name of the Lord, no longer cry out for glory, no longer ask for forgiveness.

They also no longer burn, kill and loot, no longer free and loose, and no longer have their own ghosts.

After a certain night, they just kept moving forward like a machine, not afraid of pain, not afraid of death, united and tacit understanding... It's like an army of lifeless golems, suppressing and suppressing at all costs , Constant suppression——

However, they were not deprived of their will and turned into puppets without blood and tears.

Each of them had hopes and dreams shining in their eyes.

That is the innocent brilliance of "I want to be a hero and save the world" that can only be possessed by a teenager who does not know the suffering in the world.

The group of terrifying heretics chanted the name of "Eden" in unison, gently beheading any life that stood in their way.And affectionately called these enemies "brothers outside".

And surrounded by them, a saint son in black robes walked.

He hugged all the soldiers killed by the Army of Eden intimately, and prayed for them on the deathbed; he would also caress the eyes of the soldiers of the Army of Eden who were killed, and forgive his sins.

And the soldiers touched by him will heal again and stand up from the ground again.Calling out the name of "Eden" loudly, they attacked the holy city.

Like a wave.Like a tsunami.

Eden's army slowly rolled in like an avalanche, and the only thing that could slow down his progress was the prayer of the "Holy Son".