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Volume 1 Chapter 340 Defeat

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    Chapter 340: Defeat

    The attacks of superpowers have an unparalleled visual impact and are more colorful than the gorgeous fireworks of holiday celebrations.  But beneath these brilliant colors, hidden is the call of death.  Twelve feathered angels surrounded the mecha, constantly looking for the weakness of the steel monster in front of them. Their lithe figures were swift and fast, like twelve golden meteors surrounding the mecha.  Under the control of Yi Lexiang, the mecha used the same dazzling movements to avoid the mysterious abilities full of death coming from all directions.  In the eyes of others, the black mecha was being shrouded in overwhelming supernatural powers, and seemed to be in a position where it had no power to fight back.  In the distance, Abbas showed a proud look on his face. The Temple Knights could never be defeated.

    Time passed bit by bit, ten minutes, twenty minutes, sweat gradually broke out on the foreheads of the twelve feathered angels, and tiredness gradually appeared on the faces under the silver masks.  But the seemingly dangerous mecha was still jumping and jumping happily among the light and shadows emanating from the dense mystical powers.  Abbas finally realized something was wrong.  Perhaps the mecha was just stalling for time. The fighting spirit of the Temple Knights reunited was gradually weakening. However, the voices of the secret society warriors who were completely suppressed by the momentum of the knights came from the battle formation, shrouding the secret society.  The invincible shadow of the Temple Knights in the soldiers' hearts gradually dissipated, replaced by playful and teasing looks.

    A nameless anger surged into Abbas's heart. His eyes were fixed on the mecha that was still dealing with the twelve feathered angels in the center of the battlefield. It seemed that the glory of the Temple Knight had been trampled on again.  Fooling the Temple Knights is tantamount to blaspheming the supreme God!

    "Stand back!" Abbas roared. As the archangel of the temple, he regarded glory as his life.  He would never besiege an enemy with his men at the same time.

    The faces of the twelve feathered angels showed expressions of shame and anger at the same time.  But he still backed away according to the sound.

    "Let everyone prepare!" Chen Yatian whispered,

    "What are you preparing for?" Zuo Ma was looking at it in a daze, when he suddenly heard Chen Yatian's words and asked in confusion.

    "Destroy the Temple Knights on the opposite side in one fell swoop! The general just sent a signal."

    "Hey, the general is going crazy. Get your people ready to attack." Xin Qiang nodded excitedly.

    Zuo Ma secretly made a few gestures to his subordinates and turned his attention to the center of the field.  At this moment, the twelve feathered angels who had left the battlefield were slowly retreating back to the main formation.  Suddenly, the standing mecha turned into a black shadow and swooped forward. The huge sharp blade held in the mecha's broad metal palm swung at the twelve feathered angels who were stunned.

    "No!" Abbas exclaimed, but it was too late.

    The edge of the mecha's dark huge sword flashed with silver light, and twelve blood pillars rose into the sky. The twelve golden heads flying high in the air looked at their bodies inquiringly with eyes that had not lost their luster.  Abbasid black.  Why?  Why did they lose control of their bodies at that moment?  It was as if there were some invisible ropes restraining their bodies.  What is that silver light flashing on the edge of the huge sharp blade?  Substantial spiritual power?

    "Clang!" A long groan of metal collision resounded through the corridor. Abbas staggered back, and the platinum long sword blessed by the temple's secret method whispered in his hand and kept humming.  A huge black light and shadow appeared under the hood again, and there was another long sound. Under the huge impact, Abbas fell into the battle formation behind him.  The jet-black mecha leaped into the air again.

    The situation reversed so quickly that everyone was caught off guard.  The Secret Society warriors let out loud shouts, strode forward, and attacked the enemy with overwhelming secret magic powers.  Yi Lexiang's mental power network was fully deployed, and the figure chasing Abbas all the way into the depths of the battle array, stirring up a bloody storm.  Twelve feathered angels died in the battle. The Abbasid Archangel dodges in a hurry and is unable to fight back. The Temple Knights, who have lost their command, are in chaos. The golden light shrouding the battle formation is in the overwhelming attack of secret techniques.  After shaking a few times, it suddenly collapsed.  The mysterious warriors who came to cover up the enemy, each in groups of three or five, were like steel knives piercing the enemy formation. In an instant, the temple knights' phalanx collapsed and fell into the predicament of fighting on their own.

    Zuo Ma stared dumbfounded at the battlefield not far away. The Temple Knights, which the Temple was proud of, melted away like the white snow under the sun. They did not even fight back when faced with the secret society warriors whose personal combat power was obviously weaker than theirs.  Power.

    "This is the real battle!" The old president sighed softly, "Morale, timing, and an excellent commander are all indispensable. If the outcome of a battle can be determined solely by the level of combat power, then  Isn¡¯t it true that the Holy Alliance has already conquered the world at this moment?¡±

    Zuo Ma nodded in agreement.  This is the way the world is.  The people who change the world are always the few. Stand??That part of the people at the top of the pyramid overlooking the earth.  They may be heroes, they may be devils, they may be inventors, they may be people who can build a country and create an empire, but they will never be ordinary living beings living in confusion.  Isn¡¯t the best example right in front of you?  Under the leadership of a male lion, even the docile sheep will turn into carnivorous wolves.  The chaos gradually turned into a rout. Driven by the secret society warriors, the former lion fled towards the entrance of the corridor like a bereaved dog.

    Abbas was knocked into the air again, and the long sword blessed by the secret method was dimmed. Wherever he could see, there were fleeing temple knights everywhere.  This is a naked failure. In his memory, he has never seen such panic and fear on the faces of the knights who regard my glory as their life.  In the end what happened?  A black shadow appeared above his head again, and the whistling black shadow pressed down on his head. He reluctantly raised the sword again, and an incomparable force was transmitted through the sword body. He once again  Knocked away by the opponent.  When the two swords intersected, it seemed that some kind of power entered his body and scattered the spiritual power he had just gathered.  A feeling of powerlessness came to Abbas's heart. Who was the other party?  Psychic person?  stranger?  Does that weird power come from the black mecha or the mecha¡¯s driver?

    Yi Lexiang waved his long sword, and the ink-colored light and shadow flashed past, splashing with a splash of red. Several temple knights who tried to block his progress fell to the ground silently.  The face hidden behind the thick armor was ruthless at the moment. The war had already taught him how to face his enemies.  There should be no mercy here. Your mercy will only cause the people you protect to suffer.  If the endless killing can bring the long-lost light of peace, he would not mind temporarily transforming into a demon of hell that harvests lives, rebuilding a new world with the knife in his hand and a ruthless heart.

    The black mecha came to cover up the enemy again, and an icy coldness surged into Abbas's heart.  He felt the faint murderous intent coming from the body of the mecha. The mecha's huge red eyes stared at the humble him, as if a superior demon looked down on his people.  Abbas roared and struggled to raise the sword in his hand again. "Bang!" The platinum sword blessed by the secret method shattered in response.  Abbas' pitiful screams echoed in the corridor, and the long sword in his hand shattered into thousands of fragments, scattering like a rain of needles.  Abbas screamed and flew backwards, blood gurgling from his closed eyes, and the right hand holding the sword had become bloody, hanging weakly by his side.  A dozen temple knights rushed forward without fear of death, clinging to the demon-like mecha. Two temple knights carried the howling Abbas and fled towards the entrance of the corridor not far away.

    Robert¡¯s face was as cold as frost, and the dying Abbas lay on the cold ground in front of him, occasionally letting out a low scream.  More than a hundred temple knights who had fled back knelt on one knee, trembling.  The glory of the temple lost its dazzling brilliance at this moment, and was trampled to pieces.  In the distance, the superpower warriors on guard cast glances of fear and confusion from time to time.

    "You commit suicide!" Robert said coldly, "I promise that the temple will not harm your family."

    The temple knight who finally escaped had a miserable look on his face, but no one protested.  On the contrary, when Robert made a promise not to harm his family, their faces showed a hint of gratitude.  Robert slowly turned around, and there was a dull sound of a body falling to the ground behind him. The smell of blood was once again filling the air of the ruins where the smoke had dissipated.

    "You clean up!" Robert said to the silent monks around him, "Let the team of supernatural warriors who were on guard just now go down the corridor."

    "Yes!" Someone bowed in response.  God's glory cannot be stained by glory.  Now that they saw the scene just now, they are destined not to live.

    Twenty minutes later, a monk walked up to Robert again.

    "Are they finished?" Robert asked coldly, and the monk nodded slightly.

    "Find out what happened? Logically speaking, without the help of mechas, those secret society warriors would never be Abbas's opponents." When he mentioned Abbas, his eyes swept across the ground inadvertently.  , a look of disgust flashed in his eyes.  He wouldn't mind getting rid of this guy altogether if possible.  However, first of all, Abbas is the leader of the Temple Knights and an archangel. It is better for the Temple Knights to handle this level of warriors themselves; secondly, the family represented by the surname Abbas is in  The Knights of the Temple have considerable power within them, and he does not want to create a strong enemy for himself.  What's more Abbas's injuries may not last long.  The reason why Robert promised not to harm the families of these temple knights was largely because of Abbas.

    "The mecha below has not been completely scrapped!" The monk came closer and whispered.

    Robert's eyes flashed, and he took a deep look at his cronies, with a trace of inquiry in his eyes.  That monk is not? Nodding traces of his head.  Robert frowned, which meant that he might be responsible for the defeat of the Temple Knights.  How could there be a movable mecha in the corridor?  Could it be that something went wrong when I and others used the secret technique just now?
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