Elven History Song

In front of the church, Amon and Fugaro confront Cirsi and Shiva. Sima Yiyan went after Crowley, but Ruan Guiqian chased him out soon after because he was worried.

In the church, the only three remaining captains used the recovery circle set by Lin Shuangzhi to heal their injuries.

"The trouble is a little bigger. The human king is not here, the arbitration is not here, not even the magic envoy is here, and there is no one to give orders."

Ji Xiangli's injury was the most serious among the three, but at this moment he seemed like a normal person and had time to worry about the lack of a commander.

"If the three of them cannot come back, you can take command on their behalf. After all, Genghis Khan is also a very strategic king."

After hearing what Xiao Zhaozhen said, Ji Xiangli waved her hands and showed a helpless expression.

"That's the Khan, not me. The strategic level of you and me is obvious to all. If it doesn't work, let's break up. Although we haven't seen your command ability."

"In fact, my brother gave me a task before the war started. When the church loses its commander, I will be his replacement. He encountered this situation and has left a solution. It can be said that the current situation is almost consistent with my brother's expectations. .”

Both of them were a little surprised when they heard what Ling Aoyan said. They knew that Ling Aohan's strategic ability was very strong, especially after his unit was annihilated by the traitors and he disappeared and returned. His strategic commanding ability was more than one level better than before, but Unexpectedly, this guy even anticipated the current situation.

“What did the arbitration say?”

Hearing that Ling Aohan had left behind a solution, Ji Xiangli couldn't wait to know what good solution the captain who was younger than herself had left behind.

"Brother said that you two should go to the front to take over the Demon God's work and fight the enemy's successor, and he asked me to go to the rear to defend."

"Let's set off without further ado."

Ling Aoyan reached out and pulled Ji Xiangli back, who was about to fight.

"The premise is that we must be in perfect condition."

Ji Xiangli looked down at the wounds on her body that had not yet healed and were still bleeding, sighed, and sat back helplessly in the magic circle. Ling Aoyan watched him sit down, then stood up and walked out of the circle.

"Where are you going?"

"Follow brother's instructions and go to the rear to defend."

"Your injury..."

Ji Xiangli glanced at Ling Aoyan and swallowed the words on her lips. Ling Aoyan was immune to damage at the god level. In other words, no one except gods and beings beyond gods could cause harm to Ling Aoyan. He was just sitting here. It was probably just to take a break and recuperate.

"By the way, my brother has made it clear that once he calls your name, you will summon your army."

Although I don’t know what Ling Aohan is planning, the current war situation is all due to Ling Aohan’s strategy. If he hadn’t made up for the gap in strength with his own planning, I’m afraid this war would have ended long ago and the church would have been purged long ago. It was completely wiped out.

"I got it."

Ling Aoyan nodded to Ji Xiangli, picked up his big knife and walked out of the church from the back door.

In fact, Ling Aoyan had already noticed the movement behind the church just now. The two captains did not have perception skills, and Ji Xiangli only had one reconnaissance skill. He had deployed that skill on the battlefield ahead when the war started. It's a pity that no matter how much reconnaissance, there is no way to find the missing 10,000 people.

Ling Aohan had long told Ling Aoyan what the worst outcome would be. Ling Aoyan just hoped not to be as bad as his brother expected. After all, they really couldn't lose two captains at this time.

The faint sound of metal colliding was caught by Ling Aoyan's ears. He screamed inwardly and immediately ran towards the place where the sound came from. His hearing was much worse than Ling Aohan's. If it were Ling Aohan, he would have heard it long ago. Ling Aoyan secretly cursed his negligence and kept running towards that direction.

The increasingly clear sounds were enough for Ling Aoyan to judge the number of combatants. There was probably one person on each side of the war. One of the parties was stronger than the other, but Ling Aoyan could feel that the aura of the stronger party did not belong to the Purging Church side. Any captain. He could feel the auras of Ruan Guiqian and Sima Yiyan, but he didn't know why there was only one person participating in the battle. This was not the time to show heroism. If Ling Aohan saw it, he would be furious.

It didn't take long for Ling Aoyan to see the two warring parties. The weak one was Ruan Guiqian, and the strong one was a man who looked like a religious pope. What was funny was that the pope actually waved a long sword like a knight. .

A loud shout startled the two people who were fighting and caused them to temporarily stop their movements. Ling Aoyan jumped up and slashed head-on at the pope with a long knife in his hand.

The pope was not stupid. When he saw the monster-like Ling Aoyan who suddenly shot out, he immediately took evasive action. Ling Aoyan's knife struck the ground, and the huge force caused an abyss-like rift to open in the ground instantly. The pope saw The power of this knife made me feel the cold sweat on my forehead. I was secretly glad that I had not chosen to parry but to evade, otherwise I would have been dead at this moment.

"Where is the Son of God?"

Seeing Ruan Guiqian safe and sound, Ling Aoyan immediately thought of Sima Yiyan who had come before her. Ruan Guiqian stretched out her hand, God's Blood poked her head out from behind her waist, looked at Ling Aoyan and then retracted.

"This is him, but now he is only the pure blood of God and is no longer the son of God. He made a contribution in the end and killed Set, one of the enemy's successors."

Hearing the news, Ling Aoyan didn't know whether to be happy or sad. Things were not as bad as Ling Aohan expected. They only lost one captain, but this was not good news because they did lose one. team leader.

Sima Yiyan is the most popular person in the entire Purging Church. Although he is in the dark world, in fact he is no different from the boys in the light world. There is always a warm smile on his delicate face. smile.

Ling Aoyan turned to look at Ruan Guiqian behind him. She should be the saddest person. Sima Yiyan was her childhood sweetheart. The two of them were abandoned by the light world because of the same experience. In desperation, they came to the dark world, a place they should not have come to. Even when they were together in this dark hell, they were still So enviable, but now...

There was no emotion on Ruan Guiqian's face, but Ling Aoyan was keenly aware of the unwashed tears on her cheeks, but she was still fighting desperately.

"Human King, you——"

"There's no need to worry. For me, it's just a dream in hell that I woke up from. I've been in hell from beginning to end. I still know a little bit about myself."

After hearing Ruan Guiqian's words, Ling Aoyan realized her stupidity. Even she who should be sad the most knew that she should fight now, but she was still worried about her.

The Pope covered his left ear with one hand, and only then did the two of them realize that he was wearing invisible headphones. As if the call was over, the Pope lowered his hand. Ling Aoyan looked at him with disdain and said

"Why, did your leader tell you to retreat when he saw us here?"

"Instead, he ordered your death."

The Pope raised the sword in his hand high, and the silver light shot straight into the sky. He seemed to be saying something in English. Ling Aoyan wanted to rush up and interrupt his chanting, but there was a very familiar magic power in front of the church that made him forget what he was supposed to do.

"Follow my footsteps to the east, my brave crusaders!"