The paladins retreated, and they allowed the group of Seris to swagger by less than five hundred meters from the edge of their camp.

They tried, but after all, even angels failed to punish those pagans. It was not a shame for their own failure, right?

Lord Stannis, the backbone of the Expeditionary Force, was far away in the Old Continent and lost the suppression of Commander Dale Seaworth. Messages about Lord Stannis are circulating in the Legion.

The legendary paladin, Stannis Baratheon, is being questioned by the pope because of an irreversible change in his daughter.

After the fall of the Angel, this news once again gave the Expeditionary Force a heavy blow.

Each paladin regarded Stannis as his idol, and each member of the expeditionary army was rescued by Stannis when fighting Chaos.

But the pastors' reaction was much worse. They respected Stannis, but did not blindly worship him. They were thinking more. This matter had even spread to the Far Southern Colonial. What dirty deals exist behind this?

This state of being unable to fight or leaving, leaving the expeditionary force in a torment every day.

"Five extraordinary people of the Song people were discovered." Ranger Ji Wanbing observed Mu Tiegen and his group from a distance: "The combat power is very strong. The church has given up its intention to block them and has begun to shrink its defense line."

"The Paladins are a little weak these days?" The Ranger looked gloatingly at the camp, a paladin wearing armor was arguing with a priest.

A ranger with the [Hawkeye] skill has a very long sight distance.

"The angel's corpse is still hanging outside. Apart from those brainless green skins, who else dares to provoke us?" Li Yanlong's words quickly replied in the Battle Group Channel: "Hurry up and bring the reinforcements we have been waiting for. If they come later, there will be nothing here to kill them."

That's right, the number of green skins on the front of the inner city has dropped sharply by half.

The self-destructive tactics of Brother Idea made players suffer a little, but players who have experienced modern warfare adapt to this tactics are much faster than those of the green skins.

Their level of digging anti-explosion pits was faster than that of the fart pilots.

Whenever the flying farts appear in the sky, the first thing that greets them is the arrows of the archers and the more difficult-to-defend flame crows.

The witch who had been locking herself in the quiet room sensed a slight slight calmness in the outside world.

Although Efilar said pessimisticly that this might be the last dawn before the storm, it is still a rare time for witches to breathe.

The first hour after Arteya came out of seclusion, she lit up thirteen poor fart spirits with the fire crow. They didn't even have the chance to land, and they exploded into fireworks in the sky.

The communication network established by the Witch Federation previously relied on psychic energy was completely destroyed by the tide of psychic energy, and there was no trace left.

These witches who followed the Retribution Chapter became orphans, and there must be something wrong with the senior executives of the Federation, otherwise they would not ignore Aphiral.

"What a delicate weapon, this is the most attractive weapon I have ever seen." The silver-haired witch sat next to the demon hunter, and the two of them enjoyed a rare quiet morning.

Last night, the green-skinned body filled the gap in the city gate again, and the attack would not be launched again within a few hours.

The local extraordinary people are dealing with the Paladin, and other players in the city are still in dire straits and are constantly attacked by fart spirits.

Xu Yichen suddenly realized that their persistence had seen the dawn and the most difficult time had passed.

Afilar stretched out his slender index finger and touched the gem on the [War of War] sword. He instantly saw the process of [War of War] being forged and the achievements in recent days.

"The dangerous and deadly weapon, in the future clip I have seen before, has never appeared." The silver-haired witch was in a very happy mood, an unknown future, what a wonderful news.

After all, in all the clips about the future she saw before, this world was not considered beautiful, and this unknown future would not be worse than those known.

"How are the witches?" Xu Yichen used a dagger to clean up the debris in the gears of the [War Disaster]. Some of the solidified collagen seemed very solid. Fortunately, [Pure Fire] could clean up these things.

"We survived, but the psychic tide suddenly retreated, just as suddenly when it came. Who knows what will happen tomorrow?" A hint of sadness was revealed in the tone of the silver-haired witch: "Not every witch can have a stable environment like us. Those who lack protection are difficult to survive the previous tides."

"The scene here is so grand. Sometimes I believe that the [Mechanical Heart] we protected can save the world." Xu Yichen used the Alder Fastening to catch a fart sperm in the air, and then a flame crow quickly rushed over and fryed the fish that had escaped the net into pieces.

A item that even the gods in the sky reached out to get a piece of the pie, Xu Yichen said to himself in his heart that things would not go so smoothly.

Aifelar's eyes seemed to be able to see through the heart of the Demon Hunter, and she held Xu Yichen's hand with her own hands.

Things will definitely not go so smoothly. Green skins are here, players are here, and paladins are here, oh, and the Demon Hunter and his new weapons are here.

The stage has been set up, how could the real protagonist of this world be absent?

From Anthony Harbor, to Black Forest, to Wind Breath Castle, Chaos is like a maggot in the tars, constantly chasing the Demon Hunter.

But in Wangxiangcheng, the most "hot" city in the south now, there is no chaotic atmosphere.

It was like Gotham City, which lacked the clown, and the entire stage was dim.

"They are here, right here, I can feel it." The silver-haired witch held the demon hunter's hand tightly, her eyes blazing white and faintly thunder flashed in it: "Protect what you have in your hands, and I see its role in the future."

"I will." Xu Yichen shaved out the last piece of dirt on the gear of the [War Disaster]. It was a broken bone the size of a fingernail, and it just fell into Vitoria's wine glass.

The samurai suddenly glared: "That was my last glass of ale! What was brewed from the wine pot yesterday was wine! Only the women drank wine!"

"Don't worry, we have something more mellow than fine wine to welcome." The Demon Hunter moved his wrists, inserted the war disaster back into the sword box and resisted it on his shoulders, looked up at the sky, and a black dark cloud approached Wangxiangcheng from a distance.
Chapter completed!