Life day, north.

Under the dim sky.

Contrary to what the outside world imagined, inside the Gospel Holy See, there are still day and night changes and various phenomena projected by the abyss.

However, the law is exactly the opposite of the current situation.

When the self-transferring side of the Gospel Holy See faces the abyss, the holy wheel representing the rancher will slowly rise from the deepest part of the dust world with a ray of light, illuminating other realms.

And when the rancher’s splendor is unobservable, the blood moon representing the subjugation of the country and the giant thunderous eye symbolizing the lord will rise from the night.

And now, in the crevice between'day' and'night', the giant thunder eyes and blood moon in the distant depths slowly emerge in outline, and the scorching sun that represents the rancher’s gaze has dimmed in its rotation and hung in the sky. On the other side.

A dim light illuminates the world full of complex buildings.

Among the seven realms, the bottom silo, which represents the dust world, supports the foundation for seven days, loads heavy loads, handles waste and sewage, and is equivalent to sewers and basements. The good things are the place where many servants and lowly believers and even foreign artisans live, even if they barely have human rights, but there is only a little bit.

The Life Day is the most prosperous place with the most crowds of people and the most numerous groups within seven days. Many people who have become pure are thriving here, and in the world here, towering buildings and labyrinths have been built directly into the sky. Complex buildings in general.

In the countless cramped trails and dark paths, no one knew what was hidden.

And when the landing team came here, what they encountered was an unprecedented torrent of resistance and monsters. In the fierce street fighting, he was back and abdomen by the enemy. The more you go inward, the more you get lost in the divergent paths extending in all directions and the ever-changing directions.

Under the towering walls and buildings, the dark paths keep changing.

In countless stacked buildings, even the heights fluctuate. Sometimes, when the landing team climbed through numerous obstacles and climbed the height, suddenly looking back, they found themselves in the basement of another huge temple.

A series of arch bridges connect with each other among the towering buildings, forming a cliff that is easy to defend and difficult to attack. Along with the tilt of firepower, those landing teams that hadn't anticipated can only hate on the spot.

The sound of fighting one after another.

Thick smoke rose from all over the city, the cold and solemn bells reverberated between the towers, and the hunting angels with wings on their backs kept rising and falling.

The huge monsters in the sky float and wander in groups, forming a shadow that obscures the sky and the sun. Wherever he went, countless scales and flames shed like torrential rain.

Just in a chaotic neighborhood, that wide avenue was already devastated in the fight.

The giant metal gate several meters thick was burned into iron under the sacrifices of the servants, and finally revealed a corner of the glorious hall-just in front of this vital hub, the present situation collided with the legions and large groups of hell. At, fight hard.

But there are more corpses that have fallen before the collapsed iron gate.

The burly guards of the king of Rome still had a hideous look, and those solidified movements were full of indescribable power and a sense of beauty that belonged to destruction.

But at this moment, all that was left was the body frozen in the blizzard, and the soul had already fallen apart at the moment when the giant gate was breached.

In the square behind the giant gate, two pieces of pitch black had already collided in this narrow gap.

The voices of shouting, roaring and wailing were mixed in one place, and the sacred hymns and solemn prayers were no longer heard.

In the sky, the head of the drought hung high, and pillars of fire rose from the ground. The red tornado swept across the earth, engulfing all the hunting angels that fell in the sky.

Just under the guard of the flames, a Dongxia sublimator's complexion changed suddenly, lying on the ground, listening, and then hoarsely shouting to the front: "Retreat! Retreat!"

However, it was too late.

Cracks in the earth emerged, and then, with the collapse of bricks and stones, the darkness of the infinite abyss appeared from behind.

The loud noise spread.

The originally huge square collapsed and collapsed in the swift earthquake, and not knowing how many people fell into the invisible darkness.

The predator angels who had shrunk their defenses long ago suffered no damage at all.

Now, connecting the giant gate and the glorious hall, there is only a narrow road less than twenty meters wide, like a bridge flying over the darkness.

As the array pushed forward brazenly, it brutally pushed all the survivors off the cliff and fell into the eternal darkness.

"damn it……"

The conductor's face was pale.

The sudden collapse just now almost ruined all the main force of the legion brought in. Even, they almost wiped out their gang with a counterattack.

And the fundamental reason why they are still able to maintain their defenses and being passively beaten... it turns out that there seems to be something wrong on the other side?

Although I don't know what's going on, there seems to be an extra piece of two or five boys in the Hall of Glory now that they are destroying everywhere.

I can’t understand, why at this point, the enemy started to bite the dog and rebels appeared?

This is the **** wicked home!

But on the other hand, it is also the greatest good news for them.

Unfortunately, luck did not favor them for long.

The rebellion was quickly suppressed once again, and the blood-stained war angels once again assembled in an array, advancing vigorously on the bridge.

What is even more desperate is the number of huge statues more than ten meters high that appeared after the array, as well as the burly giants who were on average several times higher than other war angels.

The majestic and cold colossus was built and carved by many believers with great pains, while the giant angel was enveloped in cursed steel armor and halo.

The giant war weapon, the praying colossus, and the hunting angels have been born for more than hundreds of years, and have experienced countless blessings and battles—the absolute elite guards of Paradise!

For a while, everyone's hearts appeared unprecedentedly cold.

"Ten minutes, Third Sister! Third Sister, give me ten more minutes!"

The young man sent back from the front line rushed forward again, shouting hoarsely: "I still have nineteen quiet riders, and I can rush again!

Only ten minutes! "

At this moment, that face had long been covered with blood and scars, and there was no longer the immaturity and smile that it used to be. Only the iron light in the pupils of the two pairs of eyes surged, like an evil spirit.

In his hand, the ancient bright silver spear neighed like a dragon.

"Don't be kidding, the original photo, this is not your place to mess around!" Mo San scolded, but the boy's expression remained unchanged, just looking at her.

"Ten minutes, I only need ten minutes!"

He said: "If I can't come back in ten minutes, you just withdraw and leave me alone."

Mo San instinctively wanted to slap this guy up with a slap, but when he saw those eyes, he couldn't help being taken aback, and sighed helplessly.

Why did I forget it?

This is another neuropathy named Yuan...

The raised palm did not fall, but gently helped him to support the collar, and finally, he held his shoulders.

"Well, just ten minutes, I will cooperate with you."

She hesitated, and finally ordered: "Remember, come back if you can't fight, don't be like your brother."

"Gotta--"

The original photo raised his eyebrows, smiled triumphantly, so happy, just like that, stepped back slowly, and waved goodbye to them: "This time, it's up to me!"

Turning over, after surpassing the broken defense, the young man stepped on the broken ground and moved forward. The blood-stained gunblade slashed across the ground, and a string of sparks burst.

In this way, in response to the roaring Tie Liu, he raised his finger, brought it to his lips, and blew the calling whistle.

The whistle bursts like an eagle falcon spreads its wings and soars.

The wounded dragon horse galloped again from the void, and behind it, the underground ghost riders who burned with green flames resurfaced, and the ferocious ghost fire spread under the iron hoof.

The silver bottle burst into water, and the cavalry protruded and shot.

The hand of the young man with a thousand-year-old Jade Flame Flame rose up, like a swaying banner, carrying the immortal Youqi, once again rushing into the formation.

The gloom collided with the iron current.

Once again, there was a loud noise of war.

In the middle of the air, the head of the Drought Yan suddenly raised his pupils and screamed silently. The bleak red flame stretched in the air, turning into giant snakes, and flew out again toward the flying monsters.

At the very end of the battle line, there was silence.

There was a faint roar, but it could not cover the viscous boil coming from the cauldron.

The thick white soup was tumbling in the huge iron pot, exuding a tangy smell.

Guo Shouque was patiently guarding the fire light, waiting for the fire to finish, then raised the spoon in his hand and knocked on the side of the pot.

"Almost, it's time to get out of the pot."

Before he finished his words, a pale face suddenly emerged from the pot, screaming, coughing, and cursing swear words. Regardless of the hot hands, the reborn ascendant crawled out with difficulty using both hands and feet, and rolled to the ground.

The pattered soup dripped from the body like amniotic fluid.

Then, the second, the third, the fourth...

When the last face appeared, the thick soup was almost as clear as water. Before he could get out, Guo Shouque's rolling pin hit his face and stuffed him back.

"The big bones are all tasteless, what's the hurry."

The old man curled his lips: "Wait for the next pot."

Now, right next to the kitchen demon's cauldron, the sublimates who had just fallen into the pit were breathing hard one or two. Under the medical treatment of their teammates, their faces finally recovered a little blood.

"It's too late, tell everyone, everyone be careful."

The one who came out last, coughing, warned hoarsely: "The following are all bugs, big bugs! Like crazy, climbing up..."

"Oh."

Guo Shouque nodded slightly, not surprised: "For so many years, things in the sewers have not been changed, even if it is staid, it is too staid."

Then, he threw two vegetable leaves into the pot.

After thinking about it, he touched a few hearts out of the darkness of the bamboo basket, and sent one of them into the water.

The boiling voice sounded again, gradually becoming louder.

But in the weird sound that shook the soul and consciousness, there was a sudden burst of clear clank-like a roar from steel.

That pure and high-pitched voice pierced through the turmoil and fighting on the battlefield, arrogantly spread its wings, and rose to the sky, the invisible wings masked all the small sounds.

In this world, only this pure reverberation is left.

It's in everyone's ears.

"No shot back?"

Guo Shouque raised his eyes slightly, licked the rust and **** smell of his lips, and couldn't help but click twice, "Although the smell is still pretty bad, it's rare..."

In the distance, above the narrow bridge formed by the collapse, the blood-colored waterfall spreads like a waterfall.

The pure iron light was collected into a bunch, burned in the hands of the knights rushing forward, and protruding, tearing the iron wall and the enemy formation together with the roar, and piercing inward like a broken bamboo.

Behind him, the burning Youqi shouted silently, followed behind him, galloping in the array of self-exploring war angels.

Even the Guardian of Paradise, before being hailed as a non-returning stunt, was pierced and pierced.

Not even enough to stop him for a moment.

Spears, swords and even arrows pierced through the young man's body, tearing the iron armor, wedging into the flesh and blood and internal organs, but the blue blood seemed endless.

The iron light in those eyes was burning, as if illuminating the gloomy world at the same time.

"Come again!" The original photo turned around and shouted: "Come again!"

From the gallop of Ryoma, the cliff that was across the front was once again opened up, and the cavalry shrouded in wildfire clashed left and right in the hell, and finally, rushed straight ahead again.

Regardless of the support of the friendly army, he has been left behind.

Cut through the iron wall, across the array, when the waves spread, the hustle and bustle of the mighty spirit, it seems that there are armies accompanying!

——【One ride and many rides】!

The stunts that once crossed countless legions and large groups were reproduced here, subverting the huge gap between the enemy and ourselves, and once again pushed the two sides above the same level.

In other words, the edge of the same cliff.

"Stop him!"

The blood-clothed sacrificial sacred sorrow suddenly changed.

Under the protection of many battle angels, he seemed to want to retreat, but it was too late.

Lu Neigh.

The iron hoof trampled again and leapt up on the face of the battle angel. Just like when I crossed the Tanxi River, I crossed the desperate situation of life and death.

With a dragon spear and blue blood, descend from the sky!

"——Death!"

Bang!

Spilled viscous plasma.

The rickety corpse was provoked by a spear, and flew into the air, like insignificant dust, falling to the ground and being trampled into mud by the Nether Knight.

"Chihuahua dog, vulnerable!"

On the horse, the knight sneered out a scarlet spat with disdain.

"presumptuous!"

At that moment, there was a cold snort of anger in the glorious hall close at hand.

The silver door decorated with countless icon reliefs suddenly opened, and in the gloomy hall, a scarlet eye pupil lifted up and locked the original photo.

A giant hand stretched out!

"Idiot, you rushed too far!!!"

Mo San rushed forward subconsciously, urging the firepower of Drought Yan, wanting to cover, but it was too late, so he could only desperately watch the giant hand move closer to the original photo.

Enough for your mindless neuroses from the original family!

With a fever in his head, he almost rushed to the door of the glorious hall...

She gritted her teeth, her body collapsed in an instant, turned into a stream of flames, and sank into the head of the drought, urging this authoritarian relic to fall to the ground.

No matter what, at least save the life of the second of the dead-

But before that, the whole world was strangely silent.

Everything seems to be frozen.

Immediately afterwards, above the sky, under the earth, and in the lines covering every part of the lower part of the Gospel Holy See, a screaming scream suddenly exploded.

"——■■■■■■!!!"

Whether it's the real world or hell, everyone can't help but turn black in front of them.

In that sharp scream, infinite despair and fear overflowed, flooding every soul. Even the big hand slowed down for a moment, and there was no time to pinch the galloping guy to death.

And the sharp screams continued to sound, erupting, mixed with the sound of steel rubbing, the crisp sound of bone fragmentation, and the explosive sound and current noise that seemed to come from some microphone.

As if forgetting to turn off Freedom Mai, the creepy sound of ravages spread to everyone's ears. In the end, only vague choking and pleading remained.

"Stop calling~lightnovelpub.net~ Please, stop calling..."

The victim held the thigh in front of him and cried loudly.

Immediately afterwards, the muffled noise spread again.

The sound of hard leather rubbing against the ground, the crisp sound of iron rods colliding with the skull, the heavy chair dragging on the ground, the sound of low and steady footsteps...

Finally, he pulled up the victim with a swollen nose on the ground and asked angrily:

"——You said that if you don’t fight, you don’t fight, don’t you want me to lose face?!"

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