It was only a short fifteen minutes after landing, but the unprecedented chaos has sprouted branches in this hell.

Now, along with Huai Shi's progress, there are more and more dog-headed angels spreading in all directions.

Just in the darkness of the Gospel Holy See, between flesh and blood, among ashes and bones, among all living creatures and creatures, invisible poison has gradually emerged.

That is the plague.

When the vicious seeds germinate in countless deaths, there is the silent spread of the plague of faith.

"go Go."

Huai Shi closed her eyes and listened to the countless frantic moans and silent smiles coming from the wind.

On the way he walked, a white iris grew silently.

So fragrant.

But such a comfortable and peaceful development time did not last long.

When the first team of battle angels turned apostles in the darkness and chose to cast aside the darker, an angry roar rang from the entire Gospel Holy See.

The sound of roaring and breaking is endless.

It seems that some giant is falling quickly, galloping from this paradise.

In an instant, the armory shook, and the towering dome shattered in an instant.

The weird gray-black light pierced down instantly from the crack!

Sandra raised her stone shield subconsciously, but instantly she felt black in front of her eyes, and blood was involuntarily flowing out between her mouth and nose.

Even the sacred shield, which has been passed down by the family for thousands of years, sneered under the burning light!

And just behind the rift, there was a burly giant that was so huge that it was jaw-dropping.

The horrible figure is not inferior to the dwarf king, and he can't even squeeze into this armory, but through the gap, revealing a half solemn and majestic face, staring down.

The gray and black light is his sight.

Wherever he went, ‘Ahei’, who was walking beside Huai Shi, slapped his horse and praised the Holy Lord, was completely evaporated before he even had time to scream.

And the pressure of terror was also exerted on every living creature.

In the billowing darkness, there seemed to be an iron law, and in the solid phantom, the tragic bones piled up like a mountain.

It did not follow the rules of conventional RPG at all, and did not give the invaders any opportunity or time. When the abnormality was detected, the ruler fell from the sky at any cost!

Now, the Archangel Retribution was full of anger, looking down at the ants under his feet. In a flash, the huge pupils of countless eyeballs reflected the appearance of Huai Shi.

And, countless sins condemned by the Blessed Land.

The lock-up was completed and the crime was established.

"The impure, the blasphemer, the betrayer, the perpetrator, the abusive, the abandoner--"

So much uncleanness, so disgusting sin, and so shocking darkness!

The moment he saw him, the punishment had already sensed the truth of the turmoil in the bottom warehouse-the Gospel Holy See, it was filthy again!

"die!!!"

Retribution roared, one of the four arms was raised and held in a virtual grip, and a black giant spear emerged out of thin air, aimed at the armory, and stabbed it down without reservation:

"——Fast to death!!!"

At that moment, in the sudden explosion of a premonition of death, Huai Shi had only time to unfold and return to the ruins, curling up the lattice team behind him, and throwing it into the distance.

Immediately afterwards, cast shadows as iron, and tried his best to prop up the iron wall.

Shout to Sandra:

"run!"

Sandra was stunned for a moment, but there was no response at all. Instead, she raised her shield again and rushed straight towards Huai Shi.

At the moment the spear stabbed, totems and reliefs suddenly appeared on the obsidian shield, swimming, turning into infinite **** phantoms, and countless figures appeared from the phantoms, even birds, beasts, monsters and mountains. Jing...The mountains and torrents of the **** created by the American gods suddenly appeared in front of them.

But immediately after that, the spear formed by that commandment penetrated layer by layer, smashing forward!

Then, it collapsed into flying salt crystals and sulfur powder

In front of a **** palm.

The Wanzhang Light Wheel unfolded out of thin air.

Brilliant flames shone through all darkness and ushered in the bright light of daylight in hell.

Immediately afterwards, the old man who broke through the air raised his other hand, and flames emerged from the ordinary broken sword in the palm of his hand that was dripping with blood.

The invisible flames converged into a single line, and the four edges rotated, piercing forward.

The unbelievable terrifying power entrusted to the emptiness of flames actually knocked the Archangel Retribution into the air, only to hear the endless loud noise coming from a distance, I don't know how far it was smashed.

Until now, Huai Shi could not see clearly the appearance of the old man under the light wheel.

There are ancient copper nails running through his hands and feet, wearing a pale shroud, a crown of thorns on his head, and a holy wheel of light on his back...

Involuntarily, he took a breath of air-conditioning!

That is the strategic weapon of the Russian Federation, the thirteen crowned people created by the dedication of countless believers' souls!

Collectively referred to as-saints!

At this hurried moment, the unknown old saint had only time to look back and glance at the face of Huai Shi, as if suddenly nodded slightly.

After waving a ray of healing light and dozens of different blessings, he chased after the punishment and flew towards the open crack.

There was not even time to exchange a few words.

Time is precious.

At this moment, not just here, the entire Gospel Holy See is shrouded in unprecedented turbulence.

The violent concussion and roar constantly echoed.

Between the depths of darkness, the frontier defenses on all sides have begun to encircle toward the center, and the first one is the Holy Cathedral-shrouded in flames, the majestic hall glows with a terrifying fierce enough to illuminate dozens of depths beyond. Light, among the opportunities created by Bianjing and York City, ringed the bell for the last time.

Finally, towards the Gospel Holy See, smashed down!

The resulting wave of rendering has formed turbulence in four depths. I don't know how many hells have been blew far away in the turmoil of this violent storm.

And just after the glare flashed away, there seemed to be a bottomless gap in the huge outline of the Gospel Holy See.

Run through!

Two minutes and fifteen seconds after the start of the battle, the fourth combat unit of the Astronomical Society, Huai Shi, took the lead to land!

Two minutes and 41 seconds, the landing of the Holy Vengeance Knights of the Russian Federation was completed.

At four minutes and thirteen seconds, the King of Rome chose the guard to land.

In five minutes and one second, the mission of the Skinning Temple is completed...

And until now, it has finally taken a substantial blow to the Gospel Holy See-the enclosable frontier front has not been relaxed for a moment, and countless streamers have risen from the ground and flew toward the huge rift hewed.

If the two sides were just wandering between the depths and shelling, now, the more tragic gang fight has really begun!

After realizing this, Huai Shi didn't have time to linger.

After blasting the transfer station and the armory just now with two metal explosives, a brand new nursery was planted between the corpses again.

He turned his head and glanced at the silent soldier behind him, as well as the zealous fanatical believer, and nodded slightly.

"Let's go, let's go faster, don't let the performance of the friendly army down—"

As he said, he raised his head and looked into the distance. The area above the bottom bin couldn't help but look forward to it:

"——There is always a broadcasting room in such a big place, right?"

The fourth floor of the Gospel Holy See, right in the center.

In the sanctuary of prayer shrouded by countless holy lights, a cloud emerged out of thin air, and instantly shrouded the people who did not know how many pious worships were going to be pure.

Immediately afterwards, a ray of water flew out from it, and swept across the entire hall with a quick finger. Then, the iron light hidden in the wind burst out suddenly.

Before he could react, several crown-wearers and all the people who had become cleansed were in a different place in an instant.

A piece of blood spread like a rainstorm.

And just in the blood rain, Yuan Zhao waved away the blood of the gunman with no expression on his face, and when he turned back... he didn't collapse the lonely and solemn expression of the master, and couldn't help but smile.

"Sister Mo, Sister Mo, look! I was not handsome just now! Alas, it's a pity that I should take the whole camera and give it to Huaishi to learn!"

In the clouds and fog that spanned hundreds of thousands of miles, a slender figure emerged. After a triumphant look at him, he couldn't help but shook his head and sighed.

"Hurry up, don't dawdle!"

In her hands, a flaming and glamorous head suddenly opened her eyes, her eyes bursting with bright light, and in an instant, it penetrated the holy emblem of the rancher, and lit all the corpses with the entire sanctuary of prayer.

Under the fiery red hair, there was a thin dancing flame. That little head, as hot as heliocentric, distorted the surrounding gravitational force and produced an invisible vortex.

——The Relic of Authoritarianism, the Skull of Drought!

Just behind her, one figure after another slowly walked out, looking at the **** sea of ​​corpses reflected by the holy light of hell, with expressionless faces.

Then, the brutal killing began!

Destroy all living things that you can see...

Until the end, when everything within a hundred miles of the Sanctuary of Prayer was turned into dust, and after knocking down the nails and boundary wedges from Dongxia, everyone couldn't help but look back and look towards the end.

The old man who seemed to look up to the sky in a daze.

As if not aware of the surrounding situation, he still looked at the bleeding sky in the distance, startled.

"Master?" Mo San asked softly.

"Shhh—"

The old man raised a thin finger: "Did you smell it? Someone is cooking the soup... Unfortunately, the heat is still a bit shallow."

Mo San was slightly stunned.

That change, the fragrant plague in the air that is so thin and almost non-existent.

And the old man ~lightnovelpub.net~ has retracted his sight and looked at the surrounding ruined walls.

After so many years, there is still no change at all.

It's too old-fashioned to make people like it.

No, I should say, I'm about to vomit.

"Let's go, little monkeys."

The old demon cooks with his hands behind his back, lifts his small bamboo basket, and walks in front of the house like a stroll: "Take the pots and pans, let's go to the kitchen first."

Speaking of this, Contemporary Yi Ya paused for a while, couldn't help living in hell, showing a kind smile:

"Go and meet the current chef, how is his craftsmanship!"

Two changes are over, the last day is up, ask for a monthly ticket~

(End of this chapter)

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