Seeing this scene, Joan of Arc frowned uncontrollably.

She has killed many Protestants in the wars over the years, but most of them are average in strength, and the strongest ones cannot reach the level of the fairylands of the previous world.

Although Protestants claim to be immortal, they are usually sent away in one wave of attacks under the holy light of the Great Prophecy. This is the first time she has seen a guy who is still "lively" after being pierced by a rain-like spear like now.

When the other party announced her name, her heart tightened. Looking at the vast army of monsters, she felt that she might not be able to be good today.

The Great Sin, this is a word circulated among the Protestants. The rebels led by Joan of Arc have never seen a real "person" before.

"It hurts so much...it hurts so much--"

The Glutty Sin on the ground broke free from the spear frame with a tough force. The whole body should have been broken, but the body, which was like a rag, did not fall apart.

The crazy guy screamed in pain, but his expression seemed to be in a supreme enjoyment. His eyes were rumbling and his body was twisting like an epilepsy.

Until a living dead man passed by him, his right hand that he could not have been lifted out, grabbed the living dead man's neck and pulled it to his side, and opened his mouth to the extreme against common sense.

"Crack-Baji..."

Just like a hungry ghost who was on the dining table, he ate without any image. Every time he opened his mouth and opened his mouth and took away a large piece of flesh and blood from the living dead.

It was not until the upper body of the living dead was almost eaten that he stopped and threw half of the living dead as if he was throwing garbage.

The only left half of the living dead man's face, the empty one-eyed one-eyed one-eyed, was facing Joan of Arc in the air.

Then Roscontae's body shook, and his originally crippled body quickly repaired like a reflux of time. In less than two seconds, he stood there completely. Except for the red robes with only a few pieces of rags, it showed that he had been penetrated, it seemed as if nothing had happened.

Of course, Joan of Arc didn't want to watch this disgusting guy recovered like this, but the pressure on the Holy City by the Living Dead Legion was too great!

She underestimated this wave of attack tonight. The Living Dead Legion was filled with Protestants, and they were all "elites" who had to be dispatched to wipe out in the past!

The knights on the city wall shot or smashed the living dead one by one with bows and arrows and stones, but they could not destroy their bodies.

The Protestants with smiles were walking around the corpses of the living dead, slowly stepping towards the city.

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In just a few seconds, the Holy City began to suffer casualties.

No matter how good the discipline, how firm the faith, or how powerful the will, in the face of extraordinary power, mortals are ultimately just mortals.

A Protestant just used the tentacles growing on his arm to break a knight's neck, feeling the frightened eyes when the people around him looked at him. The faint sense of panic and despair made him take a deep breath.

“What a wonderful taste.”

He felt that the power in his body was a little stronger, and that must be the reward God showed to him.

"Dong--"

However, the next moment, a slight smoke rose up, and a spear of holy light fell from the sky, killing him on the top of the city.

Joan of Arc felt like a tinkerer now, always paying attention to the situation on the city wall, and she had to solve the problem as soon as possible where the gap was opened.

If Lancelot hadn't had some combat power to make up for it, the Holy City had now been broken.

Break open?

She looked at the city walls built by ruins, which could not stop the extraordinary people...

If any Protestants wanted to use the evil power to blow the city wall away, but they didn't do that.

It was just slowly approaching, climbing up the city step by step, and massacring those loyal soldiers. The process of massacre was not too slow.

Just look at how intoxicated the Protestant was just now. This is just a killing game for them, not a siege game.

"Beautiful Saint, have you forgotten something?"

Suddenly, a whisper came from Joan of Arc's ears, but there was a creepy gloom and madness in his tone.

A wall of light appeared beside Joan of Arc. She immediately cut off herself from the enemy and distanced herself from the enemy, looking cautiously at the devil who claimed to be a gluttony sin.

Roscontae's half-hunched body, his hands drooped, floating in the air, staring straight at Joan of Arc, and the mixed liquid was kept at the corner of his mouth.

He had just chewed his fingers again, and the crunching sounds and the blood dripping from him showed what was chewing in his mouth.

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"Can't you eat it? Can't you eat it?"

He talked wildly to himself, not knowing whether he was asking questions in his heart or to the evil god again.

After a long self-inquiry, he covered his face with his broken hands, constantly tearing his scalp and face, and the fingers of his nails dripped blood from his face.

Finally he stopped, pulled his eyes and scratched his eyes with his hands, and murmured with blood and tears: "...can it be...can you...eat it?"

Then he lowered his head in confusion and looked at himself. His lower body had completely disappeared, and his remaining upper body was also being pierced by countless golden needles, as if to destroy all his units.

Of course, Joan of Arc would not watch the madman indulge himself, and used the gap to assist in defending the Holy City to continuously attack Roscontel.

But the more she attacked, the heavier she felt in her heart. It seemed that this guy couldn't feel the pain at all. Even though most of her body was destroyed, she was still immersed in her own world.

When the other party looked up at him again, Joan of Arc felt a chill in his heart.

The next moment, the golden needle of the holy light on Roscontae's body suddenly disappeared. In the moment when Joan of Arc was in a trance, a sense of crisis arose, and a cold and wet feeling came from the back of his neck.

Have to hide!

But due to the long-term overdrawn, her magic power was almost gone. Even if her life was overdrawn again, she would not have time to let her control the magic of space.

This is also a common problem between magic and her great prophecy. It is to use the resonance of natural magic to complete various magic techniques, but there is no such thing in the land of God abandonment!

It's over, it's too late!

Yu Guangzhong looked at the top of the city and saw the face full of shock and anger. He wanted to show a smile at the end, but how could he do such a thing in this time that was not even a ten thousandth of a second?

"boom--"

The expected attack did not come, but instead a loud bang. Roscontae was shot to the ground, and the shock wave buried a large number of living dead people.
Chapter completed!