The original Miss Jialudi was also a beauty, but she was 80 minutes old and could be a market flower when she switched to other places. Her appearance and figure were a bit too bad in front of Heizhen and Rachel. Including her temperament, it was obviously a big difference.

After all, Heizhen has the legendary aura behind it. Although she looks crazy and terrible, it was developed for someone after all. The occasionally feminine taste it reveals still makes many soldiers feel itchy.

Not to mention Rachel, the Queen of Flame, the highest commander of the Guardian. She charges forward and commands the army's domineering aura, which can actually stimulate men's desire to conquer.

At this moment, the facial features on Jialudi's face quickly deformed, and even her armor and weapons changed from the illusory golden light. Finally, what appeared before everyone was a saint wearing a silver-white armored robe, with long blond hair and braids, holding a platinum battle flag.

Her face, which was exactly the same as Heizhen, had a gentle look that was completely different from Heizhen's arrogant and cold eyes. Just seeing her water-blue eyes, she felt a sense of trance that doubled her courage.

She is obviously shorter than everyone around her, and she is 1.6 meters tall. Even with combat boots, it is nothing in front of these burly people.

But standing alone on the empty city, she looked extremely tall.

"Dak* Jialude?" She obviously felt strange about this name.

She had a substantial afterglow of holy light, and she could feel her strength just by witnessing it. The first possibility and only possibility they thought of was - is this a certain sage of the Holy Light Church?

Just behind the city wall, Derria found herself speechless: "Sorry, you are very similar to a lady we know. Which sage are you in the Holy Light Church?"

"Previous sage?" The woman knew that she had been obviously misunderstood. She jumped ten meters high and flashed past the King of Sand Worm, and let the splashed gravel hit the golden shield around her. She turned to Derria and smiled: "Sorry! I'm not a sage, I'm just a country girl."

After saying that, she turned around like a top in the air for more than a dozen times, wrapping the battle flag in her hand into a long spear, and the white spear suddenly turned into heavy rain, stabbing quickly onto the thick shell of the Sand Worm King.

"puff!"

"Ao—"

A full carapace of a standard blackboard size was cut into a fishing net by a fierce gun, and the crisscrossing gun marks were exchanged for the green flesh and blood that shot out.

The white-armored woman frowned her beautiful golden eyebrows, and she was a strange leverage. The foot armor wrapped in golden power blew the splashed blood, and she flew out of the battle circle like a shell.

The next second, the pouring blood actually corroded the city walls that had been solidified by the earth's runes and corroded potholes the size of water tanks.

What kind of village girl is so powerful?

All the polite words Deria wanted to say were stuck in her throat.

"Ms.! I'll help you-" Geralt fulfilled his responsibilities as the No. 2 person well. He leaped in the air, and his whole body looked like a red cloud, bursting with flames, burning towards the Sand Worm King.

Ideals are beautiful, reality is skinny.

Don’t look at the white-armored female saint who opened the sandworm with one blow, just change someone...

Well, wherever you come from, wherever you get out.

The King of Sandworm didn't even put his energy on Geralt. He just slashed his cervical limb on the body of the huge sandworm. Geralt was beaten back like a home run.

"Boom!" He smashed a trench tower, and large pieces of bricks collapsed, splashing dust all over the sky, and life and death were unknown.

Deria pursed her lips and sighed in her heart: The difference between the overlord and the ordinary hero is there, and the others just go up and deliver food. I am afraid that there will be another anti-king...

Sometimes, I am really afraid of anything.

A black light flashed in the distance. It seemed to be in the sky, but in fact it was a dark shadow in a portal in a certain space.

"Hehehe! Big bug, can't you play anymore? Do you want dad to help you?" He wrapped his whole body in the dark shadow, unable to see what the body is.

"Get out--" The Sandworm King's throat made a gurgling sound.

Even the bickering is quarrel, the two guys are worthy of being from the same camp, and they immediately began to divide the work and cooperate.

Later, the black figure rushed towards the female saint like lightning, and two strange scimitars popped out from the body that looked like a small black tornado.

It is a bit inappropriate to say that it is a scimitar, because these two curved red blades with notches are embedded in the other party's black soul-like arms. The curved blades slashed over and turned out to be like a dizzy sword flower.

The attack speed is too high.

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"Hmph!" The female saint snorted coldly, and had no choice but to spin at a high speed with the battle flag spear, and was forced into the defense with a momentum that could not be poured into the water.

The anti-kings are obviously trying to suppress people by number.

The female saint was entangled, and war monsters like the Sand Worm King began to destroy the defense line unscrupulously.

It was not a sandworm, and suddenly it made a strange and shrill roar.

"Aohu--"

The huge mouthpiece bloomed like five-leaf petals, revealing the internal structure of the scarlet mouth inside. As expected, it was a blood spray that was ten thousand times more terrifying than a meat grinder. Each lips had curved fangs that were comparable to a spear.

What's even more eccentric is that the next moment, there were seven or eight large circles of sand worms rushing out from it.

These small sandworms are about seventy or eighty meters long and about five meters in diameter. Even at this size, they are not something that the guardian soldiers who muster up their courage can withstand.

"Ah! No!"

"My God!"

There were soldiers crushed by sandworms with huge bodies everywhere. Unlucky ones would be held by sandworms and swallowed on the spot. In those five-petal lips, there were countless scattered flesh and blood splattered out.

The soldiers, the courage that the female saints finally aroused, became meaningless in the face of the absolute strength of the enemy.

"Bastard-" Rachel in the distance certainly knew that she should rush back. But she was dragged down.

Even if the other party's strength should not be as strong as her, it would not count on being pestered and still have a lot of blood. Rachel could not kill the guy on the other side for a while.

This is purely crushing by quantity.

"Don't be afraid!" the female saint shouted, and even the anti-king in front of her had to avoid her sharp edge. Where this golden light shines, a miracle was born!

Healing people to death, living bones!
Chapter completed!