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Chapter 81 Please Call Her, Your Lady Queen!

Sikong Linjiang is isolated, and the dragon pattern armor carries the vicissitudes of the epic, with blue in the blue, every corner and gully is sleeping a shocking battle of gods.

Thousands of troops and horses knelt down to the ground, and the banners still covered the sky.

In the distance, the snow-capped mountains are silent, snow wolves are also crawling at this moment, and the birds are silent, not daring to disturb the holiness here.

Miracles come, and the light of faith spreads in the world.

In St. Ann's Castle, there were also many people who were silent in the sacredness, with pious faces on their faces, and wanted to kneel down.

"Miracle! It's actually another holy priest! But how could his miracle be so strong!"

Keerdis lost his mind for a moment, and then, the vast ocean of luck shook his mind.

He quickly woke up from this holy charm, and picked up the three-meter-long, blood-red dragon-slaying knife.

The epee has no edge, and it is ingenious and unworkable. This dragon-slaying knife has not even been wiped. It is like a huge iron bar, extremely rough and domineering.Judging by its appearance, I am afraid it is no less than a thousand catties!

Kaerdis lifted the weight lightly, holding the handle of the knife with both hands upside down, with a vigorous and passionate body, she suddenly inserted the Dragon Slaying Knife into the city wall, and shouted——

"Awake!"

Like a bell in the morning and a drum in the evening, the loud shout resounded throughout the entire Fort of St. Anne, waking up countless city dwellers who were in a daze and were about to surrender. Only then did they realize that they had been bewitched by accident, dripping with cold sweat.

With the power of one person, Keerdis broke the miracle of the angel's tears, and forcibly reversed the fate of everyone.

It is enough to see how far these outstanding people have grown in these ten years of vicissitudes!
"This so-called Templar Knight should be a holy priest who obtained the Angel's Tears. So, all [-] Angel's Tears have been born?"

Keerdis caressed the edge of the city, looked into the distance, and fixed on Sikong, who was wearing a dragon-patterned armor, with deep eyes.

Then, he lifted the dragon-slaying knife with one hand, turned over and jumped off the [-]-meter-high city tower, tapped the ground with his toes, counteracting the strong inertia, and then quickly came towards Sikong.

The five of Charles also knelt down on the ground, with fanatical pious expressions on their faces, wishing they could kiss Sikong's toes and use their bodies to be every step of Sikong's feet.

Fanatical faith, crazy religion.

"Cough cough cough..."

Suddenly, there was a violent coughing sound, and Sikong grasped the rusty sword tightly, the sharp edge of the rusty sword, even through the dragon pattern gloves, Sikong could clearly feel it, stinging his palm.

Sikong suppressed the injury, and a trace of blood flowed from his mouth. When Charles and others saw this, they were extremely frightened and knelt down one after another: "Master Knight, Master Knight, what happened to your divine body? Don't scare us devout believers!"

"Look, my lord cherishes the divine body!"

Thousands of troops and horses knelt down on the ground with a loud sound, which shattered the clouds and stunned the birds, and was almost heard for hundreds of miles.

Sikong waved his hand, and was about to speak, when a more severe cough sounded, tearing like a bellows, Sikong stroked his chest, so coughing that he couldn't even stand up.

The thick smell of blood filled the throat, and the vermilion flower on the forehead also flickered, then suddenly faded and became silent, no longer vermilion.

Immediately, the meaning of holiness faded away, the phantom of the angel gradually disappeared, and even the golden glory seemed like an illusion.

Many soldiers seemed to be resting their heads, looked up in confusion, and looked at their comrades-in-arms all around: "This is us, what's the matter? Isn't it attacking San'an Fort?"

Nietzsche and the others also woke up like a dream, stood up in doubt, suddenly thought of something, looked horrified, and looked at Sikong in front of him.

"A miracle, he is a sacred sacrifice!"

A burst of coolness permeated from the wrist, suppressing Sikong's injury, Sikong hurriedly put on the bronze mask again, pretending to say: "Thousands of years, my strength has been greatly damaged, alas..."

Many soldiers also reacted, seeing the appearance of Sikong's magic stick, became angry from embarrassment, swung the sword at hand, and killed Sikong.

"This is the other party's sacred sacrifice, kill him!"

The mighty soldiers swarmed over, and Sikong aroused public anger, especially when many people remembered that they couldn't wait to kiss Sikong's toes and wipe the dirt on his shoes, their stomachs rolled and they retched!

What a disgusting miracle!

"Swear to the death to defend the honor of Lord Knight, and live for the angels!"

Suddenly, many sonorous and powerful voices full of fanatical belief came out, and I saw that about three or four hundred soldiers actually turned against the battle and protected Sikong.

Charles was even more angry, his face flushed, he picked up his crude iron sword, and rushed into the mighty army.

"These heretics have turned their backs on the glory of the angels, they should be killed!"

Like a moth to a flame, with great courage, there is no trace of the cowardly and soft-legged shrimp just now.

They were all devout believers who were slightly weak-willed and truly influenced by Sikong.

"stop!"

Two heaven and earth shouts came at the same time.

Keerdis came across the river, with a handsome face, not very chic, but she was carrying a rough dragon sword, which looked a little weird.

And the woman in red actually rode a terrifying fire dragon and descended from the sky.

The fire dragon has a ferocious face, its wings cover the sky, and its two horns are covered with complicated spiral patterns, which seem to contain terrifying magic.

The fire dragon breathed out slightly, and a mouthful of scorching dragon's breath was held in its mouth, and a few sparks came out, corroding the earth into several deep pits.

Swords and magic, true gods and dragons are the cultural characteristics of Middle-earth civilization.

The arrival of the two men made the thousands of troops commotion for a moment, and then the angry soldiers obeyed the order of the woman in red and slowly retreated.

Only Charles and the more than 300 pious believers defended Sikong, with a look of grief and indignation that everyone in the world has wronged me.

"Hello, holy priest, I am Keldis, the king of St. Ann's Castle, with the purest elven blood in the Lost Field."

With a sound of 'touch', Keerdis put down the Dragon Slaying Saber and cut a gap in the ground. Her handsome face was full of sincerity, which made people feel like a spring breeze.

"Oh, Kaerdis, don't you just want to subdue this holy priest? You're still talking about your lucky blood, hypocrisy!"

The woman in red mercilessly exposed Kaerdis' thoughts, and jumped down from the fire dragon's broad back, startling a pool of spring.

"Hey, let's talk about you, are you interested in joining our Zulongya camp? I'll give you a dragon for free..."

The woman in red threw a wink at Sikong, and Danfeng's eyes were full of generosity, and she directly moved it for profit, clearly marking the price.

All of a sudden, Sikong actually became a favorite, and became the target of the two forces.

Just because of the astonishing miracle just now, with one word reaching the sky, thousands of troops surrendered, and a war was disintegrated without bloodshed.

The power of the miracle is simply beyond the imagination of Keerdis and the woman in red!

They have seen too many miracles in the past ten years, and now they have even become one of the necessary normal forces for a castle.

There were many holy priests, and they had even killed holy priests before, but this was their first time encountering such a powerful holy priest as Sikong!
Sikong looked at the two of them, and it was obvious that the fire dragon of the woman in red had attracted Sikong's interest. Sikong held his posture and said in a muffled voice, "Oh, what about you..."

"rude!"

A soldier spouted anger from his nostrils, stood up, saluted the woman in red, and then said to Sikong——

"Please call her, Lady Fire Dance Clarissa!"

(End of this chapter)