Moscow, which has millions of survivors, has been run by the church in two or three years like a bucket and is not water-tight.

Strong force is a Peugeot in Moscow.

It is no exaggeration to say that the essence of Russia's military power before the end of the world is now concentrated in Moscow.

Every soldier's equipment is the most advanced.

Moscow has more than 6,000 T14 vehicles, which can be fully formed into a reduced version of the steel torrent.

Not only that, more than a thousand various fighter jets were concentrated in Moscow.

More than a dozen towns of different sizes exist around Moscow and act as satellites.

It can be said that Moscow is impregnable.

Having nearly one million new human forces is a trembling force. This is a new human being. With a huge number, there are more people with high levels.

Aphrola's level is the top, but there are many people below, and their strength has reached level seven, not far from her.

And the Pope is also a new human at level 8.

The noise Lu Chuan made was indeed too big. It was both gun and cannon, and it was impossible to make things smaller.

Here, Lu Chuan was clamoring to ask the Pope to come out to greet him, which was even more unbearable.

The Pope is the supreme existence in their hearts. Who is the Chinese in front of him? The king of China? Who believes it?

Slandering the Pope, and seemingly insulting them, made them even more violent.

The new humans on the city wall, some of the good-level ones, jumped down and then rushed towards Lu Chuan.

The fanaticism made them ignore the fact that even missiles could not kill Lu Chuan just now, and just wanted to kill Lu Chuan.

Lu Chuan's face did not change, but looked at Aphrola: "Are you sure you won't stop them? If I take action, there will be no chance."

Aphrola was wearing a veil, but from her eyes, Lu Chuan still saw that her face must be bad.

"Stop, do you want to rebel?" Aphrola snapped.

The dozens of new human soldiers who rushed over were all stunned and stopped. No matter what, Aphrola was their saint.

"Take this man down and leave it to the Pope to deal with it. Saint, you can't go any further." The leader stared at Lu Chuan and did not sell Aphrola's account.

Lu Chuan smiled and said, "Aphrola, it seems that your power is diluted in this church. Well, this kind of person..."

Aphrola had already flashed and appeared in front of the man at a speed that even Lu Chuan could hardly see clearly, and his fist was slammed out.

"Bang!"

The man suddenly flew dozens of meters like a cannonball, smashing heavily on the city wall, shaking out a pit.

Aphrola stopped and said coldly: "The following is the best, die."

Don’t forget that Aphrola is also a powerful man who has come out to kill. She doesn’t want Lu Chuan to kill her compatriots, but she won’t be ruthless. This is a matter of position.

Who doesn’t have the blood of others in the hands of those struggling in this end of the world?

When these people saw Aphrola take action, they all stopped. After looking at each other, they said in unison: "Yes, Saint."

At this moment, a strong team appeared. They were tall and strong, wearing heavy armor, and completely protected themselves in this armor, just like ancient heavy infantry.

"Aphrola, leave this man immediately. I will cut off the man's head and hang it in front of this city gate, so that all believers can see the consequences of the insulting the city."

More and more new human troops are emerging, surrounding the encirclement here and constantly growing.

All the advanced new humans in Moscow were mobilized.

There are more than a hundred new humans at level seven alone. They represent the strongest power. If they work together, it will be difficult for people at level eight to resist.

Lu Chuan was very relaxed and seemed not aware of his current predicament.

"Aphrola, do you think if this old guy is replaced, will it cause chaos?" Lu Chuan asked, as if in Lu Chuan's eyes, the pope who ruled Russia was already a dead person.

In ancient times, when he was so angry that he was beauties, Lu Chuan now has realized the mentality of these heroes.

In fact, when you are a beauty, you can accomplish some other purposes, so why not do this?

In Lu Chuan's eyes, this world is all its own. It will rise from China, spread to all parts of the world with China as the center point, and finally complete the unification.

Whether it is Europe, the Middle East, or even North America, Lu Chuan has left his own legend in this apocalypse.

Only in Russia, Lu Chuan is still blank.

Taking advantage of this opportunity to break this unification in Moscow, disintegrate their beliefs and will, and when the Chinese army arrives in the future, it will naturally be easy to include Russia in the board chart.

The end of the world is an era of great reshuffle, and the mark of the country will be unprecedentedly sluggish, and it is the time to let them give up their national views and give up their racial views.

Russia's unification is something Lu Chuan doesn't want to see, because in a unified country, they will regain their national beliefs and have the spirit of contributing to it.

Lu Chuan’s purpose is to knock it off and make it no longer complete.

Aphrola had not answered yet, and the pope was already angry. He waved his hand: "Go ahead, take down the Chinese boy. I want him to taste what a hundred kinds of torture tastes."

The new guards who had been eyeing each other long ago, their eyes flashed with brilliance and began to press towards Lu Chuan step by step.

"Want less with more?" Lu Chuan shouted exaggeratedly.

Especially the hundreds of new humans at level seven were moving faster, staring at Lu Chuan, and the battle was about to begin immediately.

Lu Chuan smiled and said, "Pope, this is unfair. You have many people, and you are bullied as an outsider. What kind of hero is it that you are? Hahaha, since that's the case, don't blame me for being unfair. In fact, I also have a helper."

"Blue Winged Angel."

Lu Chuan shouted, frightened the people around him for a moment.

With Lu Chuan's instructions issued, the Blue-winged Angel, which had long been nearby, soared into the sky at the fastest speed, and then flashed several times in the sky. It was already flashing from the sky and standing in front of Lu Chuan.

The Blue-winged Angel stood respectfully in front of Lu Chuan, motionless.

Carrying three pairs of duplex blue transparent wings, the most perfect figure, a face that is more beautiful than an angel, makes everyone who sees it feels like they are about to suffocate. They can't imagine that there are such beautiful women in this world.

The Pope also saw his eyes straight, because his beauty was not inferior to the saint at all. It should be said that it has more temperament, and its coldness all aroused the men's desire to conquer.

The Pope has always believed that the most beautiful woman in the world is Aphrola.

But when he saw the Blue Winged Angel, the Pope found that he was wrong. There were some people who were more beautiful than Aphrola and had a better figure. With these blue transparent wings, the Pope's heartbeat was almost jumping out.

Aphrola stared at the Blue Winged Angel, and was also stunned.

Aphrola is arrogant about his beauty, but now he finds that there are still people who can beat him.

After giving Lu Chuan a bow, the Blue Winged Angel stood up coldly and swept the people here with a cold look, just like the essence, almost penetrated the hearts of the people.

The unfathomable sense of fear made everyone tremble after a glance from the Blue Winged Angel.

That kind of look of cold and indifferent to all life is like in front of it, a person is like grass, not life.

Many people subconsciously shrank their necks.

As cold as the substance, it was more like a sword, piercing everyone's hearts and causing them to feel fear. In their intuition, they only had one thought.

Strong, unprecedentedly strong.
Chapter completed!