"Who is this?"

The Holy Guard interrupted Marcy and looked vigilantly at the man in white behind Marcy. Even under the hazy firelight, it was difficult to cover up the other party's peerless face.

But now the domestic environment is like this, and no one can get enough food. How could there be a man with such a gentle face? Except for Protestants!

For a moment, he thought that Marcy, the child, had also fallen and led the wolf into the house.

But out of trust in his subordinates, he did not call him to take action as soon as possible, but instead asked vigilantly.

"Captain of the Holy Guard, it is my God who has returned, and I God who has returned to save us!"

Speaking of this, Marcy said excitedly, and the other team members were also full of fanaticism, which made Zhang Xuansheng a little embarrassed.

He could understand the excitement of these people after being in despair and seeing hope, but he was really not a god. After he came to create the God Realm, he became more and more annoying about the word "God".

"Chee—"

The harsh long sound came with the rockets soaring into the sky.

Without another chance to defend Marcy, Saint Guard Chief Cantel immediately asked the adjutant to launch a rocket, and all the troops on standby in the city gathered here in an orderly manner.

I God?

Where is there a god in this world?

Even if there were, they would have been abandoned long ago.

In his opinion, Marcy must have been confused by this strange Protestant with some evil deeds.

As he knew about the drama, all the Protestants who could control people's hearts were powerful people, and a tough battle would likely occur in the Holy City tonight.

But he was not panicked because there was a saint here to take charge.

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"Canter Holy Guard?"

Marcy was a little confused, and then calmed down a little, and realized that her performance seemed to be inappropriate. The excessive excitement and fanaticism caused misunderstandings.

After all, the Holy Guard of Cantel had not seen the scene before.

"Mr. Cantle, please do not rush to use force. It is just a fearless waste of war materials. Marcy's statement is not accurate. I am indeed not a god."

Seeing this, Zhang Xuansheng walked up to explain.

But what was greeted was a powerful and heavy slash from the Holy Guard of Cantel. With a jingle, the wide-blade sword broke out.

Zhang Xuansheng cannot interfere with reality, and reality cannot interfere with him.

"Also say it's not a Protestant, Marcy, step back!"

Cantel roared, and warned Marcy.

Zhang Xuansheng was not anxious or angry, but instead admired Cantel very much.

The opponent knows that the enemy is strong but does not retreat and leads the way. He knows that his subordinates may have been "brainwashed" but still does not give up. He wants to destroy the enemy and can return to "normal" after he can

If he was really a powerful Protestant, then Cantel's role as a obviously not a qualified commander. The qualified commander should choose to launch a devastating blow to Marcy's team and him as soon as possible.

But Zhang Xuansheng admires Cantel more now, which allows him to see the tenderness buried in human hearts in this wasteland environment of the end of the world and see people's will to fight for death.

"I am not a Protestant, nor a God, but just a foreigner who comes to find old friends."

Zhang Xuansheng smiled, reached out to hold the broken sword that fell toward a knight on the side, and said with a smile.

"If you let your saint come out to see me, you will say it is an old friend... Zhang Xuansheng is here to visit."

In the dilemma of the members of the Marcy team and the vigilant eyes of the Holy City Army, Zhang Xuansheng's words were not shocking and endless.

"If all the brave warriors are worried about me, you can let Marcy and the others leave me first. You can do any attack on me, but don't let the warriors kill each other."

Zhang Xuansheng added, and he took a few steps forward consciously, widening the distance between him and Marcy and the others.

This action made Cantel a little confused. He looked at Marcy, who was shaking his head wildly, and for a moment he didn't know whether to order the troops to arrive to attack or standby.

"Little Cantel, please inform the Saint."

At this time, an elderly man who was originally behind the fire spoke. On the earth today, there are very few people who have lived to this age.

Zhang Xuansheng also looked at the old man. The old man took out a bottle, opened the lid carefully and took a sip. The feeling of the wine entering his throat and intestines made the old man enjoy it.

"His Excellency Knight!"

Cantel said in surprise, both surprised by the old man's orders and was surprised that the other party had actually drank the last stock.

"Ahem, go wake up the Saint, he is not an enemy."

The head of the knight coughed twice, looked up at Cantel, his eyes full of majesty, like an elderly lion.

Marcy, behind the crowd, also looked curiously. This was the first time she had seen the legendary Knight Chief, and the other party rarely showed up like a saint.

The old man stood up tremblingly. This process made people notice his tall figure. He straightened his body as if he was a little struggling, but it was like a dusty ancient sword slowly leaving his body. When he stood up completely, it was difficult for people with a sharp and sharp feeling to look directly at him.

The old man walked forward step by step, waved his hand and pushed away the subordinate who wanted to support him. He stood still when he walked to Zhang Xuansheng, and slowly pulled out the knight sword that had not left his body for many years.

Just when everyone thought that the Knight Chief, who is rumored to be the only fighting spirit holder, was about to take action.

The old man slowly knelt down on one knee and offered the knight's sword. The sense of ritual was like a knight waiting for the Pope to be crowned.

"The Knight of the Original Holy Empire, Lancelot, has met Lord Xuansheng."

Only then did Zhang Xuansheng see the shadow of the once heroic knight from this mottled and old face, and he was a little dazed for a moment.

After more than a hundred years of vicissitudes, things are neither humans nor humans.

……………………

In the silent and eternal void, inexplicable existence whispers.

In front of a round mirror, many scenes in the Creation Realm are reflected.

In the whispers is a conversation that only they can understand.

"The Holy Spirit Mountain can't sit still, and eight main gods were dispatched this time."

"Is there only the Lord God? Are those... still no movement?"

"It's really... there's no scruples at all, or do they have reached a deal with that adult?"

"If so, these eight creatures are so pitiful..."

“Now there are only seven left…”

"Is the power of faith... It's a ridiculous power. It seems that they understand that too troublesome power has an end."

"It seems that... can you take over the Creation Realm by just a chewinger..."

"He should have transformed even after devouring the history of the years. It's just right to use this world as a nourishment."

"Will there be any changes when that person comes?"

"Everything was expected by that adult, and that person couldn't change anything. He... was late."
Chapter completed!