"Strike the patriarch fiercely!"

When misfortune suddenly struck, the warriors and nobles who were knocked down around them screamed and rushed towards the center of the fall. Immediately, they saw a series of burning pumpkin heads flying out of the collapsed hole.

"Boom boom boom~"

The first few warriors who rushed up were hit by the fireball, and then a colorful red light flashed, and a red figure jumped out from the ground. She passed through the dense warrior team like lightning, and heads flew up wherever she passed.

He rushed straight to the serf team ahead.

"The enemy is running forward! Go and protect the master in front!"

The warrior who was attacked shouted loudly, and then he chased after the advancing figure with a loud sound.

However, Alison didn't care about the situation behind her. Those people couldn't catch up with her on the downhill road. And whether they were ordinary warriors or those warriors who meditated on the will of ghosts and gods to intercept her like monsters, none of them were Alison holding a rainbow sword.

The enemy of one.

"Woooo X﹏X~"

When Alison ran across the center line of the team and entered the front camp, a cold voice suddenly reached Alison's ears. She instantly felt her heart tightening, and the miserable memories of her past life suddenly appeared in her mind.

The steps under his feet were like stepping on glue, and he actually took a step forward.

This sound is made by a cursed object!

Alison thought guiltily, but she remained depressed and let the warriors who caught up with her chop her with scimitars.

The blood splatters, which is extremely poignant.

To be able to play such a tune, the girl who sacrificed her leg must be very sad.

"Dingling~"

Alison, who was lamenting the shortness of life and the fading beauty, heard a voice that only she could hear. Then her chest felt warm, a radiance came out, and her sad expression disappeared instantly.

She raised the rainbow knife in her hand and slashed around her body.

"Cross~" The heads of the surrounding warriors dropped.

"Without the tears of the Virgin Mary, I shall not be hacked to death by you?"

Alison watched coldly as the samurai who stepped on the corpses of their companions swung their swords again and put on noise-cancelling headphones.

In the crowd, Alison turned twice like a red whirlwind, and then rushed forward again. The master hidden in front of him immediately changed his tone when he saw that Alison could not be affected by the leg bone trumpet, and immediately used his voice to symbolize

Tame the gods and ghosts who are performing blood sacrifices.

Among them, the blue spirit had a physical form. After devouring a group of serfs, it stepped on the ground and rushed towards Alison. From a distance, Alison felt an unmatched sense of oppression, especially its ugly appearance.

Alison lowered her head.

She just glanced at it and felt her heart beating wildly. If she had looked directly at it for too long, she might have been frightened to death on the spot.

He is worthy of being a master from the Demonic Kingdom. How could he summon such a scary thing from another dimension?

Feeling the earth shaking, Alison narrowed her eyes and stared at the ground. When the big blue feet appeared, she reached out and dug into the dark white space and smashed the evil ball out.

"Gulu~"

As soon as the evil ball came out, the big foot in front stopped immediately. Alison saw it twist and become smaller, and then disappeared from her sight.

She raised her head and saw the evil ball flying toward her with black smoke, so she reached out and grabbed it.

At this moment, the whole world became quiet.

Both the warriors, nobles and masters were looking at Alison. The girl in red in front of them actually surrendered their ghosts!

That is the Burning Heaven Mistress, who has always been enshrined in the temple. She is the patron saint of New Delhi Terrace, a powerful god!

Powerful! God!

This is so unreal.

Could it be that she is the reincarnation of an ancient master?

The masters were shocked by this scene and immediately turned into panic. However, after many years of practice, they still had some sense and did not directly collapse to the ground in fear like some nobles.

They also have a god of war!

The masters, who had calmed down a little, blew the leg bone trumpet again, and even beat the human skin drum. Then they shuddered, and the girl who had surrendered to the mistress over there threw the ball sacred object again.

For a moment, fear arose in the hearts of the masters. No matter how rational they were, they would collapse when they saw the two ghosts and gods being surrendered.

But fortunately, after the holy object flew out, it did not surrender the Black God of War. Instead, their Burning Heaven Mistress was released, and then fought with the Black God of War who was eating.

"boom!"

"Huhu~"

Although the two ghosts and gods belong to the same sect, they fight without mercy. While stepping on the ground with their blue feet, they shake the mountains, and at the same time spit out fire and burn all things. For a while, the sky and the earth changed color during the battle, but the masters were relieved.

tone.

Don't be afraid of fighting, as long as you don't get surrendered.

These great masters can also enhance the power of ghosts and gods through sacred objects.

A master holding a human skin drum looked at the divine battle in front of him and thought, then he beat the human skin drum.

"Bang~"

"Snapped!"

As soon as the drum beat, people burst into laughter.
Chapter completed!