Chapter 1279: Not so brave

It is obviously impossible to conceal such a large-scale attack. Finally, after the **** puppet troops had almost eliminated all the outlying sentries, some people still discovered their existence.

"What's going on?! Enemy attack! Someone has invaded!" A group of soldiers on patrol found the corpse lying on the ground with blood stains, and immediately shouted loudly.

Although the sentries around them were basically cleaned up, the shouts still made the soldiers on patrols farther vigilant.

"Who?" A soldier from the Crusades saw a dark figure and asked loudly.

The answer to his question was an oncoming fireball technique. This flame swallowed the poor sentry at once, and suddenly made the entire battlefield noisy.

The soldiers who were burned by the flames screamed hysterically, and his screams caused the Holy Cleric soldiers stationed in the barracks to rush out of their barracks.

"What's the matter? What's the matter? Who is yelling?" A man with the appearance of an officer walked out of the barracks, frowning and asked a soldier who passed by him.

The soldier also looked blank, and didn't know what was going on. But when the chief officer asked, he had no choice but to open his mouth and replied: "My lord, I don't know what happened.

"Let me tell you what happened..." Suddenly, beside them, a calm voice sounded.

The two looked at the source of the sound and found a man in black wearing a mask, standing beside them, carrying a long sword with blood in his hand.

The officer of the Crusade Army retreated subconsciously. He instinctively felt that the man in black who was standing next to him was a dangerous existence.

And the soldier from the Holy Cadet Army on the other side also reacted in the next instant, and instinctively wanted to draw out the long sword from his waist, preparing to slash at the man in black who was talking.

Unfortunately, when he reached out to touch the hilt of his waist, the long sword of the man in black had already chopped over with the sound of the wind.

The soldier who touched the hilt was caught off guard and was knocked to the ground by a sword. And the sacred army officer who took the opportunity to retreat and drew the sword from his waist was also ready to fight.

"No matter who you are! You have to pay the price for attacking the Holy Cadet Army in the Holy Cult City!" The officer took a look at his soldier who was lying in a pool of blood from the corner of his eye, and coldly yelled: "You Don't want to live anymore?"

"Strictly speaking, you can't kill my... body." The **** puppet seemed to be a talkative type, said with a smile, and then deceived him and launched a fierce attack.

The sword of the **** puppet was too fast, so fast that the officer could only rely on instinctive reaction and put the long sword in front of him, trying to block the deadly attack.

The sword of the **** puppet is so sharp that even if the officer blocked his attack with his own long sword, the magic entwined on that sharp long sword cut the officer like tofu. Saber.

Before the officer of the Crusade could react, he felt that he was flying into the sky. Then he saw a body without a head slowly falling down, with a severed sword in the hand of the body.

In the end, the officer recognized that the headless corpse was his own, and at this time his high-flying head fell on the ground.

In the next second, he lost his vision, darkness struck, and he no longer had his own consciousness.

At the same time, in the chaotic barracks, another **** puppet raised his hands, and the two groups of sword-like winds shredded a few soldiers of the Holy Order.

When several soldiers of the Crusades with their heads scurrying past a **** puppet, their bodies were ignited into a fireball, and finally turned into ashes of struggling.

A flag representing the Holy See is slowly falling in the flames, the mask is engraved with the artistic font 01 of Chris's puppet clone, his hands are in the robe, along the most prosperous street of the Holy City, step by step towards the Holy See castle Forward.

With interest, he looked at the Patriarchal soldiers with spears who kept retreating on the opposite side, waiting for them to muster the courage to launch a truly threatening attack on him.

It is a pity that he waited until he had walked halfway, and none of the soldiers of the Holy Cleric Army who had gathered more and more dared to come forward and stop him.

"It's really a group of timid guys." Chris's **** puppet avatar stopped and told the **** puppet warriors who followed him: "Go ahead, they don't want to come over, let's go!"

Hearing his order, the **** puppets who had been following him all pulled out long swords engraved with magical inscriptions from their waists.

Before the other party was ready, these agile, lightning-fast **** puppets rushed into the sacred army and started a **** killing.

Among the flying fireballs and sharp wind blades, Chris' number 01 **** puppet clone walked towards the Holy See castle step by step. And in front of him, there was no enemy blocking him.

The soldiers and officers of the Crusade Army who wanted to step forward fell under his feet one after another. The blood flowing from these people was like a red carpet deliberately laid for him.

"All you believe in are false gods! Only the emperor of the Ailan Hill Empire is the true **** who can save you! He should be your faith! He should be the only existence you need to bow down and pray!" As he walked, Chris' **** puppet clone announced loudly.

He was like a monk who was preaching, and he tirelessly preached his own teachings to the remnants of the Crusaders who had collapsed and the civilians who were at a loss.

"Believe in him, you will get rid of poverty and end your poor life! Believe in him, you will be free, no need to be humble slaves! Believe in him, you will have a better future without waiting for the next life!" He walked along. While avoiding the heads of people tumbling on the ground.

Hundreds of kilometers away, in the burning city, next to the collapsed building, the Pope, who had just determined that he was not injured, was looking up at the sky blankly, watching the plane circle around, and then dived and attacked outside the city. The flame empire camp got an A-10 attack plane, but I don’t know what to say.

In the face of such a powerful enemy, the Pope is not sure about himself. Even if he had the Heavenly God Sword, he didn't dare to say that he could win victory.

Even when he saw the blood on his body, he found that he was not as brave as he thought...