Chapter 657 The Culprit! Wang Yan

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At noon.

Over a rocky desert plain covered with gravel and gravel, the sun rose so high that the desert smoked.

The gravel on the ground was scalding hot, the air was thirsty, and there was no wind at all.

Suddenly, a desert beetle that was almost fainted from the sun crawled alternately on the sand with its six limbs, and quickly ran into the shadow of a gray-white tent.

"Hiss..." The beetle made a sound that seemed to be comfortable.

In the unsheltered desert, the shelter brought by a little shadow is simply a great enjoyment for some desert creatures.

However, inside the tent, there was a sudden "bang" and an angry sound of tables and chairs. At the same time, a terrifying aura that seemed to be able to cut a person into pieces surged out like a tide.

The little beetles outside the tent were so frightened that they rolled and crawled, rolled down the sand dunes, and fled into the distance.

"Those despicable dark cultists are truly abominable!"

Sitting in front of a low table in the tent was a beautiful woman wearing a holy crown, beautiful features, and a white holy robe. At this time, she slapped the old low table in front of her, shaking the dust on it. , jumping up and down like dancing.

There is no need to guess too much, this beautiful woman dressed as a holy priest is none other than the current saint of the Holy See of Light, Lulu Cao.

But now, underneath her holy robe, there was a set of shining silver personal plate armor!

She can make a holy priest wear plate armor. It seems that some battles have made her angry, and she personally picked up the guy and started fighting.

"That's right!" Beibei, a pure and lovely little angel who looks like a half-grown lolita, is sitting next to the saint Lulu. At this time, she followed angrily, "Especially that sheep-headed demon king Baphomet. Damn, Ben Beibei is so cute, how dare he whip me with a big iron chain!"

At this time, she became more and more angry as she talked. She grabbed a bottle filled with transparent liquid and drank it in one gulp.

"Snapped!"

The empty milk bottle was slapped on the table.

"Where's the wine? Bring me the wine!"

Holy Knight Ronnie, who was standing beside them, couldn't help but tremble after hearing this.

Ronnie, who used to have bright clothes and meticulous hairstyle, now seemed like a different person.

His face was haggard, his expression was weak, and his face and armor were covered in dust, as if he had been thrown into a washing machine full of sand and stirred for three days and three nights.

"Already, there is no more wine." He licked his thirsty lips and answered in a voice that was unconsciously weak.

He never thought that things would develop to this point just because of a son of flame.

Ever since the Saint of Light and the Saint of Darkness met because of Wang Yan's problem, they immediately started fighting, and they were evenly matched.

As the forces from both sides continued to join, it didn't take long for both sides to gather more than two hundred people.

At this time, the two camps of light and darkness were all working hard. They wanted to completely defeat each other in front of the superpowers all over the world, and they refused to give up.

After all, things have developed to this point, and all the superpowers around the world are watching. How can you give in at this moment?

As a result, this fight lasted for three days and three nights.

Almost as soon as the points were refreshed, the contestants from both sides immediately started fighting, turning this preliminary round of desert survival into an endless holy war.

When he thought of this, Ronnie felt a continuous bitterness in his heart, "After all, the whole world is watching, so you can't be cowardly!"

But the Holy War still has logistical supplies. In this qualifier, all contestants are not allowed to carry anything except weapons. It doesn't matter that I and my brothers are suffering a little, but Her Royal Highness the Saint is the image representative of the Holy See. No matter how hard it is, I can't make her suffer.

No, the only tents and some drinks they had were the gold rims and gems they dug out of their own armors and shields, traveled more than a hundred kilometers away, and exchanged them with a few passing Berbers.

The Berbers usually live a nomadic life based on a family model. Their numbers are small and their reserves of supplies are even smaller. They are unwilling to exchange for more, otherwise they will only die when traveling long distances in the desert.

They, the Holy See, can't kill people, right?

Therefore, the last bit of desert spirit has been drank by the little angel Beibei.

"What? No wine? How can I fight without wine?"

On the other side, the ascetic Nini, with her hair in a ponytail and wearing linen clothes, was stroking a big stick. When she heard that there was no wine, she stopped immediately.

"I'll let the brothers look for it now. Well, there's still some meat. How about the sisters get some meat first?" Ronnie quickly tried to persuade her with a smile, feeling miserable in her heart.

With just a few barbecues bought from the Berbers, I, the Centurion, a noble paladin, and many of my brothers were starving for three days without daring to move. You must know that this battle lasted for three days. Not to mention snakes and lizards around, even the bugs they found were eaten.

"Okay, okay, go get it quickly. This time, I have to smash that undead wizard to death!" Nini held the big stick in her arms again. It was obvious that she had formed a bond with Gabriel, the undead wizard of the Dark Vatican. Liang Zi.

"hiss……"

Wright, the Holy Son of Light, squatted aside and took a long drag on the cigarette held between his fingertips.

His eyes were full of vicissitudes of life, and he looked aimlessly at the sand at his feet. After pondering for a moment, he slowly said, "We can't fight anymore..."

His tone was very slow. Now he still lost two points. If he continued like this, it would be a problem to even advance. However, before he could say this reason, the three women in front of him all slammed the table.

"No! This girl must kill those despicable dark cultists!"

Wright's finger holding the cigarette suddenly twitched.

If he wanted to say anything, he stuffed it back into his stomach, and turned his eyes to the cigarette box in his hand. There was a dull yellow camel painted on the cigarette box. Unknowingly, his eyes were a little dazed, and there seemed to be a glimmer of crystal luster. "This Berber Egyptian cigarette is so spicy."

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At the same time, on the other side of the Bright Holy See camp.

A small desert beetle climbed over the sand dunes and came under several tents painted with some black dye.

Suddenly, the two hungry werewolves whined and rushed towards the beetle. At the fierce moment, they even pushed each other.

We can't blame them. Fierce battles consume a lot of energy. Energy is never generated out of thin air. In addition, the environment is harsh and extreme, which consumes a lot of money. There is no water or rice for three days and three nights. Even if it is made of iron, this It's time to collapse.

Although there were werewolves making noise outside the tent, a silent necromancer inside the tent sat quietly on the ground, seemingly undisturbed.

From his lifeless appearance and the respectful attitude of the surrounding dark cultists towards him, it can be seen that he is the famous necromancer, Gabriel.

But at this moment, his expression was dull, with thick dark circles under his eyes, and he looked very miserable. His gray robe was dusty and full of holes. It looked as if he had not slept for several days and nights, and then was tied to the back of a horse and dragged for several kilometers in the desert.

At this time, he felt depressed in his heart. When he thought about the experience of these three days and three nights, he felt choked up and extremely miserable.

He never expected that his Highness the Saint would cause such trouble to such an extent because of a Son of Flame and the Saint of Light across from him.

He is a necromancer who has traveled to the kingdom of the dead, is full of talent, and has an unlimited future.

But in this battle, I finally ran out of mana. I had to pick up my staff and fight face to face with other soldiers. As a result, I was beaten hard by a group of C-level holy warriors on the opposite side. .

It's miserable. It's miserable to be beaten.

Thinking of this, Gabriel couldn't help but blush.

All this is because of the female ascetic opposite, who holds a big stick and looks like a female tyrannosaurus. The army of undead she summoned was smashed by her alone. In the end, she still had the strength to give herself a middle finger. .

Bad guy! There are a bunch of bad guys on the other side!

Especially the culprit, Wang Yan, the Son of Flame, they had better not fall into his hands in the future, otherwise they will have to extract their souls!

"Crack, snap."

Two pitiful little skeleton soldiers who looked staggering around, holding a few bones, walked to his side with a few steps, put down the bones tremblingly, turned around and walked tremblingly to the pile of broken bones next to them, and continued to rummage for any bones they could find. Use the bones.

Reality is always so cruel.

"I, I must kill them!" Gabriel roared angrily and bitterly, then lowered his head again and returned to the boring work of piecing together the skeleton.

"Look at Gabriel, there are only a few skeletons left. He still wants to kill them. How ambitious." An elegant and cold and arrogant tone came from deep in the tent.

After hearing this, Gabriel suddenly felt the urge to cry. Her Royal Highness the Saint must be praising me, right?

Dark Saint Katharina was holding her chin with one hand, sitting on a wooden chair at the innermost part of the tent.

Although the wooden chairs and tents around her were very simple, her noble temperament gave her the feeling of a royal tent.

She now put on a more dexterous set of close-fitting leather armor. The powerful and terrifying sheep-headed demon king was standing behind her with a dark look, which added a little more to her already evil aura. Queenly majesty.

She didn't look at Gabriel again, her eyes were lowered, her gaze fell on the Dark Son in front of her, and she slowly said, "Dark Son Stuart, can you repeat what you just said now?"

Katharina's tone seemed casual, but it was cold to the bone, like a splash of cold water poured on the head of the Dark Son.

Sitting on a straw mat with a languid expression, the Holy Son of Darkness suddenly became inspired, straightened his back quickly, and changed his words and said, "I actually said no beating, absolutely not!"

"Those light believers are so disgusting!" As he said this, the Dark Son clenched his fists, looking filled with indignation.

"His Royal Highness Prince Rose and the superpowers all over the world are watching us. Now is the best time to promote the greatness and honor of our Dark Church! We must kill those hypocritical guys in front of the whole world. Then capture the Son of Fire alive and leave it to your sister to handle!"

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