Fantastic City

Chapter 148 Surrounding

"Hahaha..." The blood races laughed wildly again.It feels so good to bully these round table knights!

The Knights of the Round Table, including the seriously injured Lott and the others, went mad. They were creatures that Ning Yuan died a hundred times and would not want to become a vampire, which they hated and would always despise.Can't help roaring: "Damn vampires, today, we swear to fight you to the end."

Suddenly, the solemn chant sounded again: "We are the bravest knights, following the holy King Oser; we are the most loyal defenders, guarding the sky of Great Britain; we are the most devout believers, believing in the holy God. Give us strength, Light of the Gods!"

All of a sudden, the hilts of the remaining eight Holy Cross swords trembled together.In the Holy Light Myriad Paths, all of them flew into the air.

Bang——" Eight powerful holy lights descended from the sky. They split the heavy black clouds and shone on the eight holy cross swords.

Suddenly, the holy light in the sky was like a rainbow, and it was as bright as day.

"Hey——, the combined power of the eight holy cross swords is absolutely extraordinary. The frightening wave of energy crazily gathered in the midair immediately frightened the blood race. The vampires felt uncomfortable all over, as if they were being burned by flames.

Prince Menger's face changed: I am desperate, right? I am the majestic king of the devil party, and I am afraid that you will fail.With a scream: "Come on, the ultimate mystery of the blood race, from Cain's last anger and sorrow - Cain's grievance!"

In an instant, the bloody light of 'Cain's left hand' shot out one after another in the sky, like a bloody torch emitting scorching brilliance.

Evil, anger, resentment, fear, curse and all kinds of grievances gathered terrifying power in the bloody hand in an instant, facing the eight holy cross swords far away, shooting out bloody light like a race. "Light of the gods, cut!" Suddenly.The eight Knights of the Round Table roared, and the eight holy cross swords in the sky made thunderous noises, and they were about to turn into eight huge thunderbolts and strike down.

can imagine.If there is no force to stop them, these eight destructive forces will cause more casualties to the vampires on the grass.

Seeing the critical situation, Prince Meng screamed: "Go, the power of the ancestors!"

In an instant, the terrifying 'thick hands' shot out thousands of bloody lights, forming a huge bloody mask, blocking the way of the eight holy cross swords.

"Boom...long..." The eight giant pillars of holy light collided with the huge blood-colored mask, and a continuous thunderstorm erupted, and the sky was suddenly filled with wind and thunder.

Even on the ground, the violent shock wave swept across the ground crazily, causing the Blood Race and the Knights of the Round Table to dance wildly in their clothes. Not only were they a little unstable, they even struggled to speak.

"Hallelujah——Hallelujah—…" Seeing that the eight Holy Cross swords could not break through the barrier of the 'Corpse Hand' for a moment, the twelve round table riders, including Langlot who had been seriously injured and sitting on the ground, all chanted with all their might, It is hoped that with their piety, God will give them stronger power to break down the evil barrier.

Sure enough, amidst the pious chants, the holy light of the eight holy cross swords in mid-air quickly became stronger, desperately striking at the huge bloody mask formed by the 'corpse hand'.

In the sky, the thunder-like loud noise became more and more intense, the flames swirled and black clouds danced, and the sky was violently stirring like a boiling soup pot.This time, Prince Menger couldn't take it any longer, his livid face turned ugly and gray.No matter how strong he is, no matter how secret the 'corpse hand' is, he can't resist the combined attack of the eight Knights of the Round Table who have been passed down for thousands of years.

"You bastards, what are you doing so stupidly, help!" Seeing that the other blood races were still watching him and the Knights of the Round Table in a daze, Prince Menger was really angry.

The vampires woke up like a dream, and they couldn't see the prince working alone with the enemy. They roared together, and the blood light condensed by the dark magic power shot up into the sky one after another, merged into the bloody mask condensed by the 'corpse hands', and shot towards the eight handles. The menacing Holy Cross struck away.

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