Simon, the little demon, fell from the sky and inserted himself into the war group in one fell swoop, saving him in time.

Although Qingyi had to take Simon's flowing chick-chicken in his eyes after lying on the ground, he was still very glad that the other party could arrive at the last moment. One fork can suppress the masked man's ghost staff, Simon really has quasi-hero-level strength, and he is really unseemly.

In the face of Simon's breath, the masked man's eyes did not waver. He just abandoned his left cane, bent his left leg to borrow the strength of the ground, and with a bow to his waist, his right cane slashed from behind him like a knife. It seems that he is desperately trying to be roasted, and he is also going to chop Simon, who is in the way, in half.

Simon's face changed dramatically (his red face did turn pink), his limbs let go of the ground, his tail immediately wrapped around the steel fork and used it as a point of support, and his body shook to the right with incredible speed, just in time to avoid the tiger's wand. And the ghost cane, which infused the mask man's full strength, couldn't contain its momentum and fell to the ground, immediately setting off a big explosion, and the glass and ceramic utensils of the nearby houses were all shattered! The sand and gravel flew in all directions like a shotgun, and the surging haze instantly drowned the two people who were fighting for life and death!

The next moment, the ghost staff that was seared in the ground was suddenly lifted, and the little devil who held the steel fork like a pole dancer was lifted to a height of more than ten meters, and he had to flap his little wings to brake in the air! And Qingyi and Annie Gill had already taken advantage of this time to escape to the end of the alley in Frankie!

The masked man let out a long breath, and the cold air immediately flattened down the dust by two inches, revealing a corner of his mask that had burned out, and it was that corner that exposed muddy musculature, which looked like it had passed its expiration date. He looked up, his gaze piercing the gray sky, and saw the blood-colored figure rushing back from the end of the alley, and then leaping over the fence. Just as it was going over the wall, a golden thread suddenly shot in from the outside, silently sinking into the wall, although it was not spectacular, but the four dust threads radiating along the gold wire from the wall also had a different kind of deterrent effect - it was like the building was bleeding.

The momentum of the golden thread wore off, and the main body slowly appeared, which turned out to be an illusory chain of golden light. It softened suddenly, like a big snake stuck in the wall, but before it could soften to the end, it suddenly pulled back, shuttled out of the wall, and dragged a shocking long mark on the opposite wall. I don't know if this wall is made of flour, and it can rot no matter how you make it?

"Retreat all." The masked man said, reflexively left, and when he walked, his broad shoulders poked like iron, like a playing card. Following his command, the mages descended into the darkness, and they were not wrong to say that they resembled rats.

At the same time, the little devil also screamed strangely, and his movements slipped away quickly.

The sound of horses' hooves gradually approached, and I saw a golden-armored knight who was covered in blood with men and horses coming to the mouth of the alley, and after a closer look, his armor actually did not contain gold, but only the iron knight's armor plated with golden light, but even a person wearing gold and silver could not have his bearing. There was too much blood on his body, as if he had just been squeezed by a juicer, and he had killed more than seventy or eighty people; It stands to reason that seventy or eighty people stand still and let him kill, and he will kill until he is soft, but his eyes are shining, as if he has never felt tired, and as if his energy is endless, maybe killing people is as easy in his life as breathing? His smile was stained with blood, and even his breath was a touch of bright red, terrifying but moving, like a tiger sniffing a rose, and its strong contrast made people feel confused.

The only place that can make the Necromantic King flee over the wall at the first sight and let the head of the dark church operations lead the team to retreat is Saint Jonny. The head of the Knights, who was in charge of the punishment for the gods, was attracted by the cloud of death, and finally broke through the "encirclement" of the crowd and rushed here.

He sniffed the air vigorously and smiled even more happily: "It's the smell of heresy, and, there are many. ”

Qingyi, who was bent on escaping, didn't know that Jonny was smiling again, he just kept calculating. He has managed to attract the attention of the Dark Church and the Knights of Iron Hoof (although a large proportion of these factors are beyond human control), and he is half the success of the plan, and if the other half of the plan is to go smoothly, the two sides will have to clash, but who on both sides is the fool who will be used for nothing? Even if the two sides can clash, can the most crucial point – a successful escape – be done?

Annigier asked this pointed question: "Dad, are you going to take one step at a time?" ”

"Of course I have the whole plan!" Qingyi was positive at first, then turned his face away, and said to himself: "It's just that if there is a luck factor, it will be smoother......"

“……”

This is indeed the case. Manpower is always exhausted, and Qingyi dare not say that he has no last resort; And many times when I think I have no last resort, there will always be some variables that jump out to disrupt the original plan. Are there any examples? Isn't that what a bald eagle is?

If you have no choice but to take risks.

When Qingyi ran to the street, he found that the city was not much different, if not that it had collapsed.

The City Guard barely maintained order with its former prestige and faced the Knights of the Iron Hoof, but how could the local garrison confront the elite knights? Even if there are advantages such as numbers and geographical advantages, they cannot offset the huge gap in strength. As for asking for help? The reinforcements were out there searching for the June Sunshine, and if there were, they would have discovered the Knights of the Iron Hoof one step ahead of the City Guards. In other words, the Knights of the Iron Hoof may have come to the city after breaking through the perimeter armies. Therefore, although many commanders of the city guard still shouted impassioned slogans, their faces were worse than anyone else's. As for the militia? Those who fled and fainted were unable to form combat power for a long time.

Unable to maintain order, there is no way for the people to keep their senses, as in every city that Qingyi has ever breached. No one knows where to run or who to rely on, so everyone is like flies that can't control their feelings, bumping into the corners of the city, in vain. The appearance of the White Bone Tyrant and the "Blood Claw" undoubtedly added fuel to the fire, and there were many people who were already stiff and unable to walk when they saw Qingyi, could it be that they thought they could pretend to be dead in front of the necromantic creatures?

[The scene needs to be further chaotic and cannot be cold.] ]

[Our side is not strong enough.] ]

[Comprehensive calculation, more than 30 additional troops are needed.] ]

[Soul Vortex], [White Bone Purgatory].

Armed with a serrated spear, Qingyi skillfully began to kill. Surrounded by filthy stars, he was like a river god who had come out of his own pollution. He didn't walk very fast, and he specialized in killing those who were weak-legged and sat on the ground. He didn't have to hide the trajectory of the spear and spear attack, one at a time, either disemboweling or breaking the belly, and the killing was extraordinarily bloody. Finally, the poor people knew that June Sunshine would not show mercy, so they forced themselves to flee with their hands and feet. Qingyi did not block, but chased and killed with one blow and another blow.

At the back of the crowd, a mother ran with her three-year-old daughter in her arms. She had tried her best, but unfortunately her leg didn't know if it was a broken bone or something, she couldn't take a step, and in short, she ran slower than others. With each step she ran, her expression became more and more painful, not because of the pain in her body, but because she knew full well that the monster was getting closer and closer. The serrated spear flew past her shoulder, striking a man five meters in front of her, piercing his chest and splattering shards of internal organs onto her face and her daughter's hair.

The mother groaned and fell to her knees. She pushed away her ignorant daughter and shouted bitterly, "Run, run!" ”

The end of the serrated spear was still connected to the end of the rope-like soul stream, and it flew back backwards with a whoosh. The monster behind her said in a calm, merciless tone, "Exactly thirty." Then he paced away. She looked back in disbelief, only to see that the people who had been killed before had all risen up, staggering after the monster like a procession from the netherworld. She thought she was in a dream, but it wasn't until her daughter touched her face that she reacted and cried with joy.

"Dad, don't you want to add some soldiers?" Annigil looked at the mother and daughter with some regret.

"Exactly thirty." Qingyi repeated and said with a smile.

"You're so merciful." Annigier sighed heartily.

"Ahem, ahem! What to say, is this sarcasm? Or is it because I'm so brutal that even my good deeds are infinitely magnified? Qingyi was helpless. He bowed his head and asked Frangi, "Do you think I should kill more?" ”

"It is not my turn to question the master's decision. Besides, no matter how many miscellaneous soldiers there are, it is only a miscellaneous soldier, and it will be enough for me to defeat Jonny. Frankie said solemnly. It paused, then added, "I have a strange feeling...... It was as if I had touched the essence of power. It's amazing, it seems like the world is different. ”

Qingyi was curious: "Let's hear it?" ”

"I can't describe it. I only feel that those fighting skills in the past were too shallow, and I could only do 'what I could do', and I couldn't do what I couldn't do. Now, however, I feel that the basis for 'being able to do everything' is the essence of a higher level of power than combat skills. Penetrate the essence, and I will do anything. ”

"It's so profound...... Overall, you're about to touch the law, right? Qingyi said with a smile. He had read the experience of the great gods, and the power that Franki described as transcendent over data was the law. However, he was not overly happy, because he knew that even if Rangi touched the law, there was almost no hope of crossing the ranks, which Brian had told him in private. Frankie has no care for his body, he simply treats himself as a one-time consumable, and now he can only taste the bitter fruit of his own suffering. The law of touch is just a mirror, and only crossing the rank is truly powerful.

But what does it matter? Frankie is still Frankie.

Qingyi thought like this and touched Frankie's head: "Come on." ”

After a long time, Frankie said:

"Hmm."