"However, you can't give up so easily!" A cold light flashed through Qin Lun's eyes. The appearance of Wuka made him have a pure murderous intent to these elite reincarnationists for the first time.

The Reincarnator and the Apostle have no room for compromise, especially outstanding apostles like Qin Lun. Putting aside the world, he will still be sent by the Starry Sky to hunt death in the future. Elite Reincarnator such as Uka and Alice is good to be able to lose one, reducing potential hidden dangers.

"Less, are you still fighting?" Qin Lun asked softly in the team channel.

"What's wrong, boss, do you need our support?" The channel soon heard the playful teasing of the female elf.

"It seems that you are in a good mood and have gained a lot, right?" Qin Lun smiled, "I gave you a gift. I just injured an opponent with pretty good strength, but I just don't have time to chase him, so I'll leave it to you!"

"Oh, where is the general location?" Les asked happily. Qin Lun's reincarnation man with pretty good strength would naturally have a richer net worth and was seriously injured. Of course, she was willing to accept this gift.

Qin Lun made a sign on the map of the city center that appeared in the team channel, and completely put it aside. Although Less became more flirtatious at some point, this girl was very smart and knew how to make choices. Even if Alice got reinforcements, she should not be in danger.

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"Sir, it's in that direction, and there's command..." Standing at the top of a broken building, Amp identified the direction around and pointed to the right side of the edge of the battle circle. However, the young man had just said a half sentence, his eyes froze, and he opened his mouth wide and could not speak.

"Hey, the holy object you are referring to is this thing!" Qin Lun's face looked very ugly, and he looked at the huge figure in the air and his face was sunk. Only Mrs. Monica was unmoved and looked at the wonder in front of her with interest.

In the air about a hundred meters above the ground, a strange-shaped flying warship was floating.

The warship is 100 meters long and about 50 meters wide. It looks like a carapace insect. It looks very cute. There are not only three pairs of insect-shaped black and bright arthropods on both sides of the hull, wearing thick armored shells, and the slits at the top of the head are exactly the same as the unicorn of a unicorn.

The key is that this image of the warship, coupled with Ampu's previous narrative, has to remind people of a certain Christ-the scarab beetle!

"No, no!" Amp wiped the cold sweat from his forehead, his eyeballs rolled around. After observing for a while, he shouted in surprise, "Big, sir, this must be an artificial creation! Look... there are several pairs of turbine engines under its body, and there is also a glass-shielding bridge on its head. It must be a scarab, ah, hahahaha..."

Qin Lun raised his head, still expressionless. After a moment of observation, he also confirmed that the flying warship should not be a real scarab, but just looked a little like it. The pair of turbine engines did not know what fuel they used, and the flames at the nozzles were purple and black. At first glance, he thought it was the natural texture of the insect's abdomen.

As for the one-horned horn on the top of the battleship, it seems to be some kind of large-caliber artillery. If the designer of this battleship was not a bad taste, it would probably be a fake image of a scarab.

"How happy are you? If you can't confirm the existence of the holy objects, you have to kill you!" Qin Lun looked at the warship in the air and slashed his face. He was so funny that he would attack this thing.

"Wait, Gerthard, he didn't lie to you. There is indeed a Christ-like object on this warship. I feel the breath of an old friend!" The Queen of Sandstorm suddenly frowned, her face slowly became solemn, and she stared at the insect warship.

"Old friend? I have chased you into the holy See monks?" Qin Lun immediately understood the meaning of Mrs. Monica's words.

"Well, he noticed us, it's better to leave here first!" Mrs. Monica retracted her gaze, bit her lower lip, and said uneasy.

"Oh?!" Qin Lun narrowed his eyes slightly. The person who could make the Queen of Sandstorm fear him made him deeply interested.

Qin Lun raised his head, and the yin and yang fish pattern on his left eye flashed with mysterious light. The perception in the void instantly condensed into an end and threw it towards the bridge of the warship.

The warships were at an altitude of hundreds of meters, and the straight-line distance from them to the bridge was more than 200 meters. Qin Lun's perception itself could not reach this far, but thanks to the fact that the bridge was a glass shield structure, and now the night sky was reflected by the war, the sky was filled with red clouds. After the perception was enhanced, his vision could barely see the scenery in the bridge.

Excluding the busy figures and instruments running faintly in the bridge, only five or six people standing at the front of the shield could see their faces clearly. One of them, wearing a ponytail and bishop's uniform, seemed to be their leader, and was pointing at the burning city of London with excitement.

Standing side by side was a white-haired young man holding the Bible in his hands and looking calm. The white-haired young man was wearing a white monk's uniform with a hooded hood and a hemp rope tied around his waist. He was looking at the direction of Qin Lun and the others from the air.

The young man's face was handsome, his slightly thin cheeks were like a knife and axe. I don't know if because of the reflection of the fire, his broad forehead seemed to shine with a layer of holy white light.

Just looking at him in the air, Qin Lun's restless mood calmed down inexplicably. Gao Chi's previous desire to fight quickly declined, and even a feeling of war-weariness arises.

Qin Lun was slightly shocked and couldn't help but look away. As soon as he moved his eyes away, he felt a strong anger arises from his heart. He suddenly looked up and met the young man's sight again.

Seeing the enemy's actions, the white-haired young man on the bridge frowned slightly, and drew a cross on his chest with a solemn expression. He turned around and stopped paying attention to Qin Lun and others.

"Hmph!" Qin Lun snorted coldly, just as he was about to withdraw his gaze, he suddenly raised his eyebrows in surprise. Among the crowd behind the two leaders, a familiar figure flashed away.

"Interesting!" Qin Lun's eyes flashed, and the corners of his mouth slowly raised a strange curve.

"Gethard, it's time for us to leave. That person is eyeing us and coming here." The Queen of Sandstorm looked vigilantly at the direction of the warship and said nervously.

"Well!" Qin Lun soon noticed a small light helicopter flying out of the battleship and coming towards them. In addition to the pilot, there were vaguely several other people on the helicopter. One of the aura made people feel peaceful and calm. It was so special in this battlefield like hell, and it was really hard to ignore it.

"Although you didn't see the holy objects with your own eyes, your previous information should be correct. Our contract is over. You can go!" Qin Lun turned his head and said lightly, which immediately made Ampu feel relieved, picked up his wife who was in a coma again and left quickly.

"Gethard, you go first, I'll stop them, otherwise you won't be able to get rid of the helicopter with the speed of the sandstorm whirlwind!" Monica looked back worriedly, and pushed Qin Lun away with a smile.

"Haha, I'm not..." Qin Lun showed a smile on his face, and suddenly his whole body shook, and he reached out to hold Monica. At the same time, the Queen of Sandstorm seemed to feel something, and turned her head to look north with a serious expression.

"Boom!" In the north where they were, a blood-red pillar of light soared from the ground, shattering the night sky like a sharp axe, stirring the clouds reflected by the fire in the sky into a terrifying vortex.

The pillar of blood light lasted for a short time and disappeared in a few seconds. An invisible shock wave spread around with the blood column as the center. This shock wave was invisible and intangible, but many ordinary humans hiding nearby covered their hearts and fell to the ground with pale faces.

Some British people who were injured or had heart problems even fell into a coma. Even the superhumans in the city felt their heart shrink suddenly, and the blood in their bodies flowed upwards, and the body was almost uncontrollable for a moment.

"This is..." Qin Lun looked in the direction of the blood column, his eyes flashed slightly, "Major Montana, you succeeded! That woman Integura still liberated Alcatel..."

"Gethard, that man is heading north!" The Queen of Sandstorm looked at the helicopter that turned around and left, and breathed a sigh of relief.

"Monica, is that ascetic monk really so powerful? Can't both of us deal with him?" Qin Lun frowned slightly. Although the white-haired young man made him feel very special, that kind of calm and peaceful aura was really not intimidating, and he could not experience the specific strength of that person.

"That person..." The Queen of Sandstorm's face looked a little strange. She glanced at the gradually smaller helicopter with fear and said in a low voice, "Gethard, have you heard of the legend of King Arthur and the Knights of the Round Table?"

"King Arthur and the Knights of the Round Table?" Qin Lun looked at the woman beside him in surprise and asked in disbelief, "Of course I have heard of it, but... are they still alive?"

Qin Lun's surprise is not unreasonable. King Arthur and the Knights of the Round Table are just a legend, and they don't even know whether there are real people. Historians speculate that their age was around the sixth century AD, and it has been more than 1,500 years since then.

Although these people may have been superhuman in a sense at that time, it is hard to imagine that they are still alive.

"The origin of that man is very mysterious and powerful. When the Holy See chased me, he appeared twice as a heresy judge. At that time, I was still a nobleman and had many guards around me, so I survived both times by the sacrifice of my guards."

Monica's expression was filled with unconcealed hatred in fear, "I have collected information about this person for a while since then. It's just that strange that no one knows his origin in the monastery."

"What does that have to do with the legend of King Arthur?" Qin Lun asked in confusion.

"Because I have inspected the monastery where he was, it is said to be the retreat of the first round table knight Lancelot Durak, and I have discovered in a volume of ancient books of the monastery that every pope of the previous generation visited him and called him the monk Lancelot."

Mrs. Monica said with a wry smile, "I have witnessed this person's two funerals, but after each funeral, another boy with a face similar to him will appear in the monastery. But this person has always been lonely and has not only never been married, but also has no children to visit him. It is really weird!"
Chapter completed!