What To Do if You Can’t Win? You Can Only Choose Strategy

When Elena entered the main hall of the Holy Light Church, Su Bei, who was blocking the door, was also attacked.

The believers of the Holy Light Church blocked him in the middle, forming circles inside and outside.

There were about dozens of people, including knights, priests, mages and rangers.

There are no assassins.

Believers of the Holy Light don't like this kind of sneaky profession, and their main focus is to play and be real.

At this moment, when facing Northern Jiangsu, they chose a reasonable division of labor that involved half fighting and half scolding.

This is also caused by Su Bei blocking the door and the output location being too small.

The people at the back couldn't hit them, so they could only use their mouths to try and send some electricity to the brothers in front to help them, which was considered as participating in the battle.

"The majesty of the Holy Light cannot be challenged. The knights charge at him."

"The priest is going to give you milk, add more buffs, and also give the opponent some debuffs."

"Damn, who made me blind?"

"Who is giving random buffs? The buffs on the other side are almost full."

"The horse, and the knight can give the wrong buff? Why did the opponent get the Holy Light Armor?"

"If you give yourself a buff, you can still get it from someone else. Can someone who gives you a wrong buff enter the factory? Going to the goblin assembly line can be considered as redeeming others."

"The mage aimed and hit! My hair was burned off by you."

"Fuck, whoever stepped on a horse and shot my ass, don't let me catch you."

Northern Jiangsu was greatly shocked.

As expected of a professional in mass production, there was no cooperation at all.

The scene can be said to be very chaotic.

Su Bei waved his sword twice casually, and there were seven or eight wounded lying opposite him.

Most of them are caused by the opponent themselves.

Su Bei also chose the most worry-free and labor-saving play style.

That's right, he released the "Gluttony" mist as soon as he landed.

As long as you are a professional, no matter whether you are a first-level, second-level or third-level person, no one can stay calm after inhaling the "Gluttony" mist. You must show off like crazy.

This is also the reason why believers of the Holy Light frequently make mistakes.

Soon, the believers in the Holy Light Church began to fall into a state of madness.

Fortunately, the professionals in the back row can take care of the fruits used for worship, but they can't care about their beliefs and ethics.

At this moment, even if the Goddess of Holy Light is standing in front of them, she can still be used as food for them.

The knight in front couldn't get anything to eat, and his temper became even more irritable.

They looked at each other, their scarlet eyes flashed with desire, and they stretched out their sinful hands towards each other.

A hand-to-hand battle was staged.

They held each other's necks and gnawed harder and harder, even biting out a few strawberry marks and blood stains without letting go.

This scene made Jasmine, who had arrived late, open her mouth wide.

Jasmine quickly raised two [Slime Kings] and put them hard on her eyes.

"Jasmine doesn't look at it. Jasmine doesn't look at it."

The [Slime King] also widened his eyes, wondering how he, a slime, had ever seen such a battle.

Behind the slime's transparent body, there was also a pair of wide-open eyes that kept blinking.

"Don't look at it, Jasmine doesn't look at it."

Su Bei's expression darkened, and he quickly thickened the fog, blocking Jasmine's sight.

This is not a scene for children to watch.

Before the chaos broke out, the city lord's palace noticed the movement early and quickly used the fixed-point teleportation array to shake the guards over.

After the chaos broke out, the city lord's palace arrived soon.

"Ma, where is this?"

Slott rubbed his eyes as if he had seen a ghost, and walked backwards to the outside of the Holy Light Church.

Looking at the four characters "Holy Light Church" on the top of the building at the door, I fell into confusion.

If it weren't for the sacred aura exuding from the words "Church of Holy Light", Slott would have thought that he had entered the most chaotic male ketone area in the red light district.

"Damn it, these pretentious guys from Holy Light Church finally can't stand it anymore?"

Slott issued a soul torture, but of course no one could answer him.

Because of his incoming and outgoing efforts, the soldiers also fell.

After Slot discovered that something was wrong with his soldiers, he finally figured out the situation.

"Poisoned?!" Slott shouted, taking another deep breath of mist.

At this moment, except for the city lord Slote, all the other professionals below level four have fallen.

Slott didn't feel very well either. A wave of appetite came up in his chest, making him tremble all over.

He has inhaled too much "Gluttony" mist.

Slott quickly held his breath and tried to save him.

Before he could react, a pitch black sword scabbard kept enlarging in front of his eyes.

He was so frightened that he opened his mouth wide and inhaled. A stream of mist rushed into his mouth, and he screamed "wuwu".

It was forcefully stuffed.

The sword fell.

Like hitting a watermelon with a hammer, his head split apart instantly and his brains burst out.

Su Bei swung his sword and shed blood.

There is nothing special to pay attention to in the future.

After that, coming back to the third level has no effect, and there is no fourth level in Shenghui City.

Su Bei returned to the door again and leaned against it.

Listening to Ian showing off his achievements there, he was silent.

Su Bei looked up at the sky, holding the sword hilt with a little strength.

My chest felt tight, I wanted to say something but didn't know what to say, and my mind was empty for a while.

It wasn't until he felt the burning heat on his back that Su Bei slowly came back to his senses and let out a sigh.

He turned around and opened the door.

Opposite her, Elena smiled brightly, even though the blood all over her body could not suppress her bright smile at this moment.

It's like a free-growing rose blooming.

Poignant and bright.