Little Tyrant Doesn't Want to Meet with a Bad End

The crimson light began to spread outward from the young man's body, dyeing everything nearby red, and reflecting the setting sun in the distance. Under the red light, the footsteps of a team echoed on the plain, as if they came from the other side.

Solid and wide, a shield stained with blood by the light, well-made and thick, a sharp blade that ordinary extraordinary people cannot use, the sound of armor colliding and footsteps echoing, and the symbol of the purpose of Akat's candle flame on the flying flag seems to be piercing People's hearts, of course, for the cultists other than Bryan, another flag is more able to arouse their attention and fear.

It was the iron coat of arms of the Holy See, which belonged exclusively to the Inquisition. Under the setting sun and the red light, it was as breathtaking as if stained with the blood of a sinner. The red-haired man under the banner was silent, looking at the crowd. The heretics looked like they were looking at a group of dead people.

The judges who followed did not move, and the whole team moved forward silently and dignifiedly. However, their appearance brought great shock and fear to the cultists in the distance.

As the team gradually stepped out of the red light, the complexions of the cultists kept changing, and everything told them that things were not as simple as they thought, and Roja was definitely not an arrogant reckless man.

This is why Roja dared to stand directly in front of Brian and the others because of the reinforcements from the Pagan Legion and the Tribunal. He was indeed alone, but he was a hunter waiting on his back. Looking at the guards who came out of the passage, The black-haired boy couldn't help expressing emotion.

From the initial judgment that Eric's family would take action, Roja knew that what he was going to face was definitely not an enemy. When he heard Altasia's reminder, the biggest reason why the boy was so calm was that He knew that he also had cards.

The Power Sect and the Fortitude Sect, these are two teams that can follow the guidance of the gods to find Roja, and the Tribunal is the elite of the Holy See, the natural enemy of the cultists. After the Tucker Fortress incident, Roja deliberately left his team In fact, they were already in place nearby yesterday evening.

In order to let Bryan relax his vigilance, Roja did not act rashly at the first time, but until now he broke the barrier of this space and joined everyone with the power of Glandar and his connection with the power sect, and it turned out that doing so would also It really worked.

The shock of the divine soldiers brought great mental pressure to the rabble at the tasting party, but it also aroused the viciousness of the cult members. Since then, a second pair of old enemies has appeared on the battlefield, the sinister and cunning cult members Their eyes were red before the desperate situation, and the judge who was jealous of evil had already clenched his weapons, and everyone raised their spell power to the peak.

A thousand meters away, the two teams looked at each other from a distance, and the confrontation was gradually approaching the breaking point as the mana power increased. However, looking at the people around Roja, Brian gradually frowned, feeling an inexplicable feeling , as if I have seen this team somewhere.

The thoughts in his mind continued, until the spell power of Wood and others came towards him with momentum, the blond man widened his eyes, recalled everything in his memory, and remembered the chaotic holy capital 200 years ago.

In the distant past, a young man named Feld once felt this familiar power. It was the most elite and loyal fighters who followed him beside the young man who endured his mother's blood debt. However, after many years, When they met again, they were already on the opposite side of him.

The man who sensed where the enemy came from had a dignified face, but at this time he was on the verge of firing. The comrades-in-arms of the past have long since disappeared, the times have changed, and the positions are no longer the same. The long sword held by the former Feld has long been broken. All that is left is fighting each other.

"Look clearly, there is no need to panic. Their numbers and strength are inferior to ours. This is a deserted plain. Don't hold back. Victory will definitely belong to us."

With his back facing the direction of the setting sun, the blond man held a long sword in his hand, and the words he said completely relieved the worries in the hearts of the cultists. On the other side, the black-haired boy remained silent, because he knew that justice did not require much attention. Words, everything must be practiced, and when the criminal is judged, the butcher's knife can also speak.

"Array, let's go."

The plain voice echoed in the dark night, and the two teams marched towards the enemy separately, launching a fateful fight.

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Today, for the vast majority of human beings in this world, is an ordinary day, without any special meaning, nor any special event.

In the far east, the news of the inexplicable disappearance of the fortress guarding the human border has not yet come, and the aliens have not yet carried out a large-scale invasion. As the winter approaches the new year, people live as usual and look forward to it, but no one knows. In a wild land outside the range, a battle is deciding their fate.

In the Tucker Plain, two teams with intricate karma but completely incompatible rushed towards each other, with the mentality of completely erasing each other from the world, aroused their spell power and brandished their weapons, and their victory or defeat depended to a certain extent. It will determine the direction of mankind, but unfortunately, the reality is not beautiful.

In fact, since the beginning of the battle, Roja knew that his side was at a disadvantage.

Whether it is marching or fighting or daily affairs, most of them are related to the right time, place and people and these three conditions. This is not a superstition or an unfounded delusion, but a fact that actually exists.

The right time, place and people, to put it clearly, are the factors and conditions provided by the environment and people, but these Roja's teams do not have the advantage.

Cultists have always been known for their weird and vicious methods. In most of the battles with cultists, the Tribunal has an advantage in military strength, but this time, Roja and their numbers are not as many as their opponents. More importantly, time and geographical factors.

The sun is setting, and the time is about to reach night. As mice in the gutter, night is the main activity time of the cultists, and the desolate plain and the environment without other friendly troops let the cultists known for their madness let go of their hands and feet.

The right time, place, people and three points seem to be unfavorable to Roja and others, but even so the black-haired boy still has absolute confidence in his companions, because he knows that even if he is also a human being, there is a gap between the soul and the will. still exists.

On one side are justice-minded judges and pagans who protect Roja under the guidance of the gods, and on the other side are villains gathered for their own interests. The fighting will of the two sides is different from the beginning, but in terms of the degree of unity and mutual From the perspective of their cooperation, the difference is even greater, and this will also become the biggest factor in determining the outcome.

On the plain, before the two teams collided, the light of the spell was already flickering, and the long-range attack began as the distance between the two sides shortened, accompanied by roars and loud noises.

"Buzz!"

The curse power accumulated for a long time roared and released to resonate and vibrate. Before the hand-to-hand combat, the sixteen elder judges at the rear of the team raised their long staffs together. Out of the clouds, the turbulent holy light hit the sinners head-on like a verdict from the gods.

Shrouded by the falling light, the cultists on the ground changed their colors one after another. They could hardly cooperate with each other. They were even on guard against each other. It was difficult for them to deal with this large-scale spell. Be prepared.

The middle-aged man gestured to the back, and one of the cultists in the distance immediately took out a blood-stained heart from his pocket. The beating and erect heart seemed to have just been removed from the human body, and it still had the characteristics of life, but the next moment it was in a spell. Unlimited expansion began under the stimulation.

Bloody granulation shot up into the sky, enveloping the caster, and the red rotten flesh entangled with the heart and brain vessels covered everyone like a roof, and blocked the divine light falling from the sky.

"boom--!"

"Pfft!"

Under the watchful eyes of everyone, the ferocious monster that suddenly rises in the wind and continuously expands amidst the sound of heartbeats collides with the holy light. The judgment sent down by the gods seems to burn everything with light and heat. It splashed to the sky and fell in all directions, and the flowing blood spilled like a river. However, even if it was barely, it seemed that it would shatter at any time, and the constantly multiplying monster still withstood the attack.

In the rain of flesh and blood, the crazy villains let out howls of excitement, and rushed forward with their weapons bathed in blood, but what they didn't expect was that this powerful attack was just a warm-up, and the real ultimate move was still behind.

While the judges were casting spells, the heathen legion was also brewing. They seized the opportunity and released their own long-range offensive.

The tall woman who had been blessed by the gods stood at the front of the team. Amidst the vibrating spell power, Cynthia's shield inserted into the ground began to be covered with a layer of divine light. The condensed energy continued to flow, and it became hotter and hotter under the compression, an irresistible heat wave And the steam emerges, showing dense colors in the setting sun, and suddenly radiates in the next moment.

If the extremely compressed water can be used as a blade, then the lava under high pressure is the light of death that burns everything.

The man who was melted with only half of his body wailing, the old man who was burned in half and turned into two burning fireballs before he understood everything, the attack of the pagan legion, with the cooperation of the holy light in the sky, became a sickle for harvesting life , and under the threat of the power of the Earth Mother, the team of cultists finally had to disperse.

The first phase of the attack went smoothly. Through cooperation, the Holy See and the Pagan Legion gained the upper hand. However, after the initial wide-area attack, the cultists who entered the melee combat began to display their respective strengths.

The splattered blood turned into a poison that corroded everything, and the cut flesh grew into a terrifying and crazy monster. The unscrupulous villains started a bloody battle with the righteous warriors, but surrounded by the crowd, the black-haired boy But he didn't make a move, because he could feel that an invisible air mechanism was locking him, and its owner had already arrived.

The flames of war shone on the cheeks, and the screams came to the ears. The blond man and the black-haired boy looked at each other in the blood rain, and their spells began to burn silently and silently.

The villainous master doesn't want to be disillusioned ending Chapter 430 Wang Che's transposition (5k)

Author: Cat Ear Bell Category: Other Update Time: 2021-01-15 05:59:32

On the plain under the setting sun, the holy light and blood rain entangled in the sky, and the scorched smell of the ground fire filled the air. A battle to protect the future and determine the turning point of human destiny reached its climax without anyone paying attention.

The Tribunal and the Pagan Legion represent hope. As long as they can defeat the enemy in front of them and successfully bring Roja and the princess of the Theocracy back to the human world, the country that is about to experience a huge shock will be stable, and the human beings attacked by ancient monsters will also be able to survive. With all wills united, under the call of the Holy See, mankind will begin to gather strength.

On the other side, the crazy cultists and the rebellious nobles represent chaos. It is their desire to kill everyone and drag the human world into chaos. In their eyes, human life is worthless. Once they succeed, there will be no pursuit and escape. Killing will be as natural as breathing in the world, and whether you can survive will be judged entirely by the strong and the weak.