The darkness of the abyss was ignited by flames.

Intense flashes burst from depth to depth.

The magnificent scenes like sci-fi blockbusters are slowly unfolding, but it is not interstellar warships that are attacking each other, but the borders of fortresses and then besieging the dark world.

With the cold splendor of the stars.

With the holy light of faith.

With the rainbow artillery falling from the sky.

"My **** bear's power!!"

Richard growled.

On the broken ground, the roaring bear **** raised the two giant towers in his hand and threw it towards the dark stars in the distant night sky.

In the high-pitched sound of breaking air, a wave of air burst out.

The tower of perseverance and humility is loaded with raging flames and raging power, and it bursts through the air. The huge silhouette remains intact under the constraints of the law. The thousands of tons of horrible masses that have soared with the acceleration have brought incredible Shock.

Along the way, the outer shield was destroyed like a bamboo, and it was nailed into the faces of the four living creatures. Then, the alchemy explosives and various flammable materials stuffed with it burst out, chiseling on the distorted human face. Opened a brand new scar—

Compared with the shelling from various defense lines, the power is simply exaggerated.

"Hit! Hit!"

The giant bear excited his arms and ran around the broken Solano, shouting: "Come again! Come again!"

The Creator looked bitter: "Richard, take your time, our line of defense is about to be wiped out by you."

"Sorano is almost gone, so what do you want to do? Hurry up! Stop the ink..."

Richard waved his hand, indicating that the sergeant below was reloading a bit faster, and he had to do two more.

Since throwing the Tower of Glory out, he seems to have discovered a new world-Feather Snake, this thing is much easier to use than a cannon!

One said one, indeed.

But it costs hundreds of thousands of times more than a cannon.

But now the border of Solano is being sunk by the Gospel Holy See. Feathered Serpent can no longer care about so much. Anyway, even after it is recovered, there is no way to use it again. It is better to let the old bear lose it and listen to it. .

Three minutes later, the Tower of Honesty was ‘filled’.

With the excitement and roar of God Bear, he flew out toward the Gospel Holy See with a huge amount of earth and rocks.

The human face was furious.

Damn, change your face anyway!

The distorted human face opened his mouth, spraying a flood of destruction again...towards the Solano line of defense, which had no strategic value and threat.

The torn Solano line of defense once again burst into new gaps.

But in the torrent of anger, a ray of metallic iron light counterattacked, and the burning tower of honesty tore through the dark torrent, piercing through the wings of the tentacles, and pierced through the air.

In an instant, wedged on the cheeks of the human face, ten times the amount of alchemical explosives from the rain god's miraculous imprint burst out!

Seizing this precious opportunity, the huge church in the burning light wheel roared loudly, and the dark thorns spear went silently-the pure punishment blade that grew out of the blood of the saint passed through silently. The gap between numerous defenses and attacks fell into the darkness.

Then, a sudden silence fell.

The screams and gospel hymns that filled the depths came to an abrupt end. The faces quickly twisted. The faces of the four living creatures stiffened for a moment. Then countless pillars of salt and trees of sulphur came to an end from the gospel. Rising from the top of the holy throne, extracting the pain and despair from it.

Piece by piece, it spreads like mold, covering most of the human face.

The four living creatures roared.

Darkness gushed, swept over the invading foreign matter, and wiped out countless numbers. Countless salt powder and sulfur quickly evaporated and rose, and even the huge light wheel above the church was turbulent, and cracks appeared.

"We have fallen into the ambush of the present."

Inside the Gospel Holy See, the highest paradise sky, represents the temple of the rancher’s Holy See, the archangel with closed eyes and praying righteousness raised his face, and above the handsome and vigorous face, his eyes are dark. , The strange pupils constantly appeared and disappeared inside, as if thousands of people were looking down at the world through this narrow body and judging everything.

"The unbelievers have already felt the threat and launched a siege at all costs in an attempt to tarnish the pure kingdom—"

After a moment of contemplation, the ruler from the most blessed paradise instructed behind him: "Don't take a fluke, they are bound to come prepared.

There is chaos at the bottom, you handle it, don't let the ants change-I will preside over the operation of the wheel of ascendancy, defend the holy seat, and leave the rest to you and sacrifice. "

"Take your orders."

Archangel Retribution, who was reborn from the most blessed land not long ago, knelt on one knee, and after receiving the righteous order, turned and left.

Soon, within the paradise day, the tide-like hunting angels soared into the sky, driving the rays of light, and flew towards every place in the world of the Holy See.

The bright and beautiful world gradually emerged cracks, faintly revealing the terrifying realm hidden under the realistic illusion.

The white stone path turned into a tragic path of bones, the clumps of greenery turned into trees of flesh and blood, and the rushing gastric juice in the river washed the bones on the bank.

In the huge pillar of white bones standing in the middle of seven days, infinite blood emerged.

Under the disguise of Paradise, **** is gradually awakening.

And just in the deepest part of this hell, in the dark and cramped bottom silo, pious praise came.

"Holy! holy! holy!"

The worm-like hunting angel raised his head in ecstasy, admiring the only true **** in the entire realm, the only ruler of the present realm and the abyss: "Great Bahamut, Supreme Bahamut, Almighty Bahamut!

You are the end, you are the beginning, and you are the source of all things! "

In that fanatical chant, the torn limbs were quickly reborn, and the pale wings behind them quickly became dark and filthy, appearing in pitch black.

And just above his face, the beautiful face that had been templated was rapidly deformed, the mouth and nose were elongated, and layers of thick black hairs grew from the face.

In an instant, he changed from a majestic and mighty hunting angel to a wretched kobold.

It has been forced to drop by more than ten times, but this kobold still has wings behind...

what is this?

God...Dog?

Huai Shi's expression twitched, thinking that the big tengu far away in Yingzhou might roll up his sleeves to attack people, so she wisely gave up this name.

And right in front of him, the newborn...the dog-headed angel, after praising Wan Bahamut, looked at Huai Shi, and kowtowed in a fervent: "Praise you! The projection of King Bahamut, the true God is here. The incarnation of the present realm, under the crown of the noble and noble Pope—Huai Shi!"

Huai Shi was stunned, scratching his head.

Broken, I'm a stand-in...

Forget it, it doesn't matter if you do it for yourself anyway.

Seeing that his own erosion and pollution were also effective for the hunting angels of the Blessed Land, he heaved a sigh of relief, ignored the continuous drop of reinforcements, and handed it over to the Cast Iron Legion.

Then, he took out his little notebook and looked at the brand-new handwriting that appeared on it.

The assignment of tasks from the Administration Bureau has been issued.

"Let me see…"

Huai Shi approached and looked carefully: "The task is to create chaos, destroy, and then create opportunities for the subsequent landing team, and when the time is right, assist the main attack team to destroy the power source of the Gospel Holy See?"

You really don't treat yourself as a person, right?

All messy tasks are squeezed to myself, even if I land on the beach, I still have to run to the Gospel Holy See to make the ranchers. It's okay.

Didn't you do things so ridiculously?

but…

He looked back at the dog-head angel who was kneeling next to him, shaking his tongue and ready to lick his feet, and suddenly felt that this matter didn't seem to be as difficult as he thought.

Isn't it just a broken ship?

See me pull a batch of new reinforcements on the spot...

"Then who..." Huai Shi pointed a finger at the dog-headed angel next to him, and the believer who was lying on the ground immediately raised his head in ecstasy: "What's the sign under the crown?"

"Ahem, you should bow your head and listen carefully..."

Huai Shi tried to put on a serious and solemn look, reached out his hand to touch its dog's head, and asked kindly: "Yun...what's your name?"

"Under...under...no name!" After racking his brains, the dog-headed angel seemed to understand something mysterious, and his eyes lit up: "There is one name given by a false **** in the past, which is already unusable! Please also ask the pope to give it a name! "

"Ah this..."

Are the newcomers so on the road now?

But in a hurry, Huai Shi looked at those expectant big eyes, and it was hard to refuse. After thinking hard for a while, he patted his dog's head: "Look, your hair is pure black, well, from today onwards, Call Black Dog One..."

"Thanks Mianxia for giving the name!"

Black Dog No. 1 danced in ecstasy, and the tail that had just grown on its **** flicked frantically: "From then on, underneath is the hound of Saint Bahamut, your faithful running dog! Running dog!"

"Uh, cough cough, everyone is protecting the current situation, comrades, what lackeys, it's too ugly."

Huaishi waved his hand, "Just now, the great Bahamut has delivered the supreme oracle-starting today, you will be the Archbishop of the Diocese of the Gospel Holy See!"

"…This this…"

Black Dog One was sluggish and shivered involuntarily. Just when Huaishi thought it was unwilling, she saw it start to kowtow frantically and burst into tears: "With this humble body, I can receive the Lord's grace, woooo Woo, how can you be in Xia, how can you be in Xia... From now on, in Xia, you will definitely be crushed to pieces, in order to repay the divine grace, praise Bahamut! Praise Bahamut!"

Look at them, they are indeed a fanatic, and they all speak the same way.

This is called professional!

It’s so happy to give you a shell subsidiary to make you a representative. As expected, all the people who are happy and happy are talented people!

Seeing the newcomer so hard, Huai Shi is not too casual.

Turn the crown of heaven into a halo, hung it above his head, Huai Shi spread his hands, and compassionately instructed: "Go spread my words, believe in my way, and praise my name.

Let the heresy of the most blessed land convert to true faith, and you will enjoy eternal life in the ruins. "

"Holy! holy! holy!"

The black dog archbishop kowtowed in ecstasy and danced in ecstasy, worshipping, and soon he raised a fork from an unknown source on the ground, and put on a blood-stained red robe as a religious robe.

"I know where the most people are. Please Mianxia and all the heavenly soldiers follow me."

Heigou No.1 raised his head and walked in front, enthusiastically carrying Huaishi and the others: "My lord, go here, this way—the front is the armory in the bottom warehouse, oops, be careful of the steps, don’t touch it. Don't move, I'll shovel you first!"

Tossed his tongue and walked ahead with joy, right in the intricate bottom warehouse, and turned left and right. As a result, a bunch of murderous hunting angels were encountered head-on around the corner.

Seeing that the former companion suddenly turned into a dog's head, even the leading centurion was stunned: "Hey, Bona, how are you..."

The answer was an angry iron fork!

"Shut up! If you don't believe in heretics, An dare to defile my innocence!"

The furious Black Dog No.1 jumped up suddenly, stabbed the centurion’s face with a fork, and scolded: "The ignorant heresy in the past is dead. UU reading www.uukanshu.com now I am a great saint. The black dog of the archbishop under the seat of Lord Bahamut!

You and other heretical clowns, do not know the number of days, and do not know the Lord, and now they abandon their armor and come down, they still do not lose their position as a running dog, otherwise they will all be reduced to dust under the anger of the heavenly soldiers! "

Without waiting for the lattice team to do anything, they actually took the lead to kill one by one, and even the lattices 1-7 behind were stunned in place.

Born to death for so many years, it's not a **** creature who has never seen a renegade, but this is the first time I have seen such a well-behaved leading party.

No way, it really understands...

But sometimes, the two devils are too sensible, but put a little pressure on the regular army of this group of cast iron legions.

Even, they all feel that they are starting to become redundant.

Then I go?

(End of this chapter)

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