Second World Book

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Wrong?! If this is all wrong, then what is right? You are the one who is really depraved with that guy, ruler!!!

Achilles yelled loudly, jumped up from the chariot, and stabbed Joan who was still stagnant in the air with a gun unexpectedly, intending to give her a fatal blow. Since the ruler's buttocks are crooked, let's get out !

Seeing a green light stabbing towards her with a star spear, Joan's pupils shrank, she had nowhere to use her strength, and it was too fast, her body couldn't react, she was going to...defeat here? !

Achilles grinned grinningly, and this blow returned the carbine lore, which made him an invincible contribution. If the enemy following behind was negligent, he would turn around and stab him.

Don't hurt me Mama! Just when Joan of Arc thought she was going to be cold, suddenly there was a cute and sweet cry, and a light wheel appeared in front of her mouth, a mini version of Joan the size of a ball, with a big head and a small body. De flew out like a superman, and Maomao punched Achilles in the face.

Puff—!

Ah! Before Achilles realized what was going on, he felt a burning pain in his face, his eyes were almost scratched, and he let out a cry of pain, but the bad luck was far from over.

Achilles himself was punched in the face by a mini version of lily, and he didn't react when he was hit. It doesn't mean that Joan of Arc would stay still, but that the end of the raised flag stabbed him in the abdomen.

Bang!!! Achilles was spat out with a mouthful of blood, and he was thrown into the air, hitting the chariot hard, and he was stunned.

Boom! The big-headed mini-lily fell to the ground, hit her forehead, and got up with a big lump on her forehead, which was so painful that she almost wiped her tears.

Lily, how are you? Joan of Arc didn't care about Achilles, but hurried to Lily, and hugged Lily who was the size of a basketball. It was strange to say that it should be a miniature, but her head was bigger than ordinary people. Do you want to be older, big-headed and young?

Woooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo Really... Youzhen said in a cute voice with teary eyes, and she didn't want Joan of Arc to worry about her.

I'll rub it for you! Jeanne gently rubbed Datouzhen's forehead with her jade hands. As a heroic spirit, her recovery power is naturally extremely strong, and she recovered quickly.

Seeing that Youzhen was fine, Joan's expression became rigid: Didn't you agree to be obedient and stay at home?

Hmm... I see that Mama is in danger... and I'm really staying at home, very good. The big-headed Lily turned her head away with guilt, not daring to look at Joan's preaching face.

Hearing Youzhen's words, Joan's expression softened greatly. If it wasn't for Lily, she would have returned to the Heroic Soul Seat by now. As for whether she is obedient or not, then hehe, she is a super fierce loli.

Damn it, what the hell is this?! Go to hell. Achilles got up and covered the wound on his face, thinking that he, the great Greek hero, was attacked and slapped in the face by such a weird plaything, so he was naturally furious .

The star gun in his hand shot out and turned into a green light, but Da Touzhen got angry and interrupted the warm moment between her and Ma Ma, and immediately took out a toy-like gun and rushed over.

Boom! The small gun was knocked into the air, but the trajectory of the star gun was also shifted, and while Joan was holding You Zhen, the holy flag slashed over, and the moment the star gun was thrown into the air, she waved the big flag with her backhand. , hit Achilles on the waist eye.

Achilles' eyes bulged and were bloodshot, and his body flew out again, rolling and flying, smashing seven or eight holes before stopping, half kneeling up, clutching his waist, and glaring at Joan.

Achilles, wake up! Joan drank coquettishly, her whole body exuded a holy light, and she quickly recited prayers.

It's so dazzling... so hot... the blood in my whole body is boiling... Could it be... Achilles was illuminated by the holy light emitted by Joan of Arc, and black smoke rose from his whole body. The muscles inside are gone.

That's it, Achilles, you, who have fallen into a vampire, cannot bathe in the holy light. Joan of Arc said, raising the holy flag high, and the light emitted was even stronger, just like the sun. It has no effect on normal creatures, but it is a deadly poison to evil things.

...So you want to defeat me, Achilles? Don't even think about it—! Achilles didn't retreat but advanced, and roared, if he couldn't even hold on to this pain, he didn't need to be a hero.

Like a moth to a flame, Achilles held the star gun, with the wind blowing under his feet, and the comet movement was cast, killing Joan of Arc with extreme speed.

Joan of Arc suddenly opened her blue eyes, and a cross of holy light gathered above her head. The holy flag carried the holy cross and slashed at Achilles who was galloping. Suddenly, the whole world became Pure white world!

Boom! A huge hole of light pierced through the sky garden, and the upper part turned into a cross...

...

Inside the palace!

A figure shuttled quickly and flexibly between the corridors, and suddenly a purple laser beam burst out from the decorative fish head placed at the corner.

Zi la! Hong Ying dodged the attack with a flash, but the ground under his feet suddenly lit up, which was a magic circle trap.

It's a serial trap... With a coquettish cry, the chains sprang out from the magic circle, and almost at the same time the organs in the corridor were opened, and all kinds of magic were smashed.

After the explosion, a figure appeared, looked at it disdainfully and said, Is this better than killing?

Of course not! Suddenly a bloody dagger circled around her neck and touched it, and a cold voice came from the other side.

Uh... how come? The black-robed woman was surprised, and at the same time the smoke dissipated, and only a few people were in the attacked area.

A piece of rubble engraved with runes.

Farewell! Skaha swiped the dagger, but felt that it didn't feel right for a moment, and at the same time, the sound of breaking through the air came from behind, the light in his hand flashed, and the gáebolg materialized, relying on years of fighting intuition, he blocked it.

Dang! There was a crisp metal impact, and Skaha's body floated seven or eight meters backwards. His wine-red eyes glanced at the female corpse whose neck she had wiped, and it had already turned into a puddle of water.

The one who attacked her was a 3D coal-digging shadow follower, who couldn't see his face at all, only a rough outline, holding a gun, and exuding madness all over his body.

Berserker?! No, this is an undead, actually blaspheming the dead, servant hiding behind, come out!

Seeing such a familiar thing, Schaka directly explained that she felt someone was spying on her before, but the other party was also quite cunning, and even used a magic avatar as a bait, which almost caught her. ..