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Volume One Chapter 402 Holy Warriors

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    Volume 4] Chapter 402 Holy Warrior - Chapter 402 Holy Warrior It seems that what is spinning there is not a spear, but a red-hot sharp iron.  "Combat skills, fight against the odds." The fat man pushed the spear with his right hand, and the spear made a sharp whistling sound and charged towards Prince Abel.  Looking at the spear that exuded a strong aura of destruction and seemed to be able to penetrate everything, Prince Abel's expression changed slightly, he was no longer careless, and filled his body with crystal fighting energy.  At the same time, there was also the giant axe. The huge axe, which was shining with crystal clear color in the sunlight, slashed down fiercely in the direction of the spear.  With just a "boom" sound, the storm of fighting spirit spread by the collision of the giant ax and the spear caused the entire hall to shake violently.  In the dazzling luster, Abel's expression changed again, with a look of horror.  The giant ax hit the spear, but it only slowed down the speed of the spear. The high-speed rotating spear twisted straight towards his chest.  ¡°A sky warrior can actually wield the giant ax of a holy warrior, no one will believe it if he tells it.  But the fact is that it really happened.  Abel shouted loudly, and all his fighting energy condensed on his chest. He had no time to retreat, so he could only defend as much as possible.  There was a "dang" sound, as if the spear hit the thick metal, and then there was the sound of a squeaking drill bit breaking the metal.  With the tip of the spear as the center, the crystal fighting energy gathered in Abel's chest was rapidly shattering.  "How is this possible?" Looking at the red spear on his chest, Prince Abel's eyes showed an unbelievable look.  No one could have imagined that an earth warrior could break through the protective fighting spirit of a holy warrior, and under full defense.  Looking at the Dou Qi crystal that turned into pieces from Abel's chest, everyone temporarily forgot that there was already a war outside the palace.  The two-foot-long red spear shattered Abel's crystal fighting spirit, and drops of blood slowly seeped out along the tip of the spear.  But at this time, the fat man's face was not good-looking. A chasm is a chasm after all. The gap between an earth warrior and a holy warrior is too big. Even if he can break through Abel's defense and hurt Abel, he can't kill him.  .  This blow has exhausted Fatty¡¯s full strength.  "You did a great job," Abel's voice suddenly rang in Fatty's ears, and then a burst of crystal-colored light flashed.  A huge wave of air pushed the fat man backwards.  Abel was angry. In his rage, Abel fully displayed his power. The waves of fighting spirit forced everyone to retreat.  "Dead!" Feeling the huge power, the fat man finally stood firm and said with a wry smile.  He is no match for Abel, and the situation outside the hall is deteriorating. It seems that this time he really cannot escape and ascend to heaven.  But at this moment, a majestic voice suddenly sounded.  "Abel, stop it." In surprise, the fat man turned his head towards the source of the sound, and saw the old king standing in front of the steps at some point.  The huge wave of air generated by Abel's burst of fighting spirit could not shake the old king at all, and even made the old king take a step back.  An even brighter crystal fighting spirit suddenly lit up, the light was elite and clear, shining as brightly as the sun in the sky.  The waves of fighting energy gathered on the old king's body spread to the entire audience in an instant.  The tables and chairs in the hall couldn't stop flying backwards, and Abel in the center of the hall even took a step back.  "King of War?" The fat man's eyes widened as he was swept by the air wave and supported by the spear embedded in the ground.  This old man is actually a war king?  A hurricane blew up in the hall, and everyone in the hall was blown up. They didn't stop until they hit something.  Some of their eyes were just horrified.  "Abel, stop it." The old king, the strong man in the palace, continued to say to Abel.  At this time, Abel had stopped using his fighting spirit and stood there, staring blankly at his brother.  "You can't win this battle. Abel, I know you have your own persistence, but I can't let you persist. If you are allowed to continue, the entire continent will become hell." Listen, brother  At the words, Abel suddenly smiled bitterly: "Brother Wang, you are insisting on your beliefs, and I am also insisting on mine. So it is useless to persuade me." "Fight, life and death will determine this land.""Fate" Abel suddenly raised his giant ax and roared loudly. Even though he knew that he was facing a war king, this man did not flinch. The old king shook his head helplessly, with an extra handle in his hand  The red sword. The two crystal-colored fighting spirits in the palace burst out with the brightest light at the same time. In this dreamy color, only two figures were seen colliding at high speed. When the crystal color disappeared, the battle was over.  Abel's heavy ax was split in half by the long sword, and the ferocious half of the blade was stuck on the ground. Abel, half kneeling on the ground, could only rely on the remaining half of the blade and ax handle.  Supporting his body, large mouthfuls of blood continued to spit out from his mouth. The old king's sword not only broke Abel's weapon, but also injured Abel's internal organs. The gap between a war king and a holy warrior was huge.  , Abel didn¡¯t die because the old king showed mercy. ¡°Abel, stop it.  "The old king had a look of compassion in his eyes, and he tried to persuade Abel again. "I haven't lost yet.  As long as Dax can attack, you can't defeat me even if you are the King of War.  "Abel was still insisting. But at this moment, the war on the floating island seemed to end in an instant. The thunderous explosions and the sounds of fighting that were everywhere and even reached deep into the palace disappeared.  "Abel, Dax isn't coming.  "The old king sighed softly and said. "You" Listening to the old king's words, Abel was startled, and seemed to understand something. "So that's it, haha" Abel suddenly laughed, big heart  Big tears fell from the man's eyes. From the conversation between the two, the fat man also guessed some clues. The old king had been calm and composed from the beginning. In addition to his strength as a war king, he must have other hidden trump cards.  . Now it seems that this trump card is Dax. Maybe this battle was to draw out Prince Abel's ambition from the beginning, or maybe Dax was the old king's spy under Prince Abel from the beginning No matter what it is.  With such a result, Fatty doesn¡¯t want to speculate anymore, and he doesn¡¯t want to know anymore. It¡¯s about another conspiracy, no matter what the purpose of this conspiracy is? ¡°Abel, I will imprison you in the sea prison in the north.  Meditate and consider the meaning of the words of the True Father.  "The old king put away his sword, turned around and walked towards the stage. At this time, Abel suddenly turned his head and looked at the fat man: "I originally thought I could dominate everything, but now I have no chance.  The answer you want to know is actually in the Holy See, in the darkest place.  " Before the fat man could ask questions, Abel used his last strength to stand up, still holding the giant ax that was half missing: "I don't need to think about anything, because I am not wrong.  I am simply fulfilling the ideas of the True Father.  " After saying that, the giant ax suddenly drew an arc, and blood began to splash. The burly man fell to the ground. Hearing the sound of Abel falling to the ground, the old king who was about to reach the throne suddenly stepped forward.  He stopped, his whole body shook violently, but the old king still walked to the throne and sat down. Looking at Abel's fallen body, the old king looked a little dazed, and after a while he came to his senses: "Be buried with the courtesy of a king."  Prince Abel, he is a true warrior and a hero who is willing to sacrifice everything for the land of truth.  " Then the old king said to the fat man: "Knight from the light, I think you have found the answer.  "At this time, the fat man nodded, but there was a hint of hidden worry in his eyes. And this worry was also noticed by the old king. "Now that you know everything, what are you still worried about?  "The old king continued. "The fat man smiled bitterly: "I'm wondering what kind of chess the man behind the scenes is playing. Even Prince Abel can persuade it, but what about other places?  " As soon as the fat man finished speaking, the old king's face tightened slightly. He was still in a daze because of Abel's death just now, but at this moment the fat man's words awakened him. " In the land of truth, if you can convince a prince, then others  Where is the place? At this moment, suddenly a knight in black armor hurriedly came to the palace. He didn't even care about the most basic etiquette and reported to the old king in a hurry: "Your Majesty, it's not good, Lei Huo."  Chief Sails of the tribe led his tribe to invade the Baher tribe, and Chief Deke of the Alfa tribe led his tribe to invade the Quluo tribe!  ¡±In the words of the black-armored knight, the land of truth has become full of smoke, and almost every place is burned by the flames of war.  Looking at the fat man, the old king suddenly smiled bitterly. He was a smart and foresighted young man, but his foresight did not bring him any good news.  At this time, the fat man also looked helpless, and his helplessness was even more mixed with bitterness.  He believes that this continent is not only the land of truth, but is afraid that every part of it is now in flames of war.  At this moment, he finally figured out why Li Qiye didn¡¯t show up until Cang Li was strangled, and then a group of people were replaced quickly and easily.  This mysterious Lord Zongting actually planned to replace the blood of the Inquisition from the beginning.  This is the next step. If the fat man guessed correctly, the Holy See has already started a war.  Yes, it was war.  ??The continuous flames of war swept across the entire land of truth in an instant. The hatred between tribes and tribes in the past, the ambitions of some tribal chiefs This is the reason for the flames of war.  The reasons for starting the war are varied, but the war is equally cruel. Countless people fell in the flames of war. No one, including civilians, nobles, the elderly, children, men, and women, was spared.  Blood is turning into rivers, cities have become ruins, and tens of thousands of people die every day on this land. The only good thing is that no one dares to attack the capital.  Looking at the clusters of low-hanging black mist floating in the distant sky, and the soaring firelight under the black mist, the fat man sighed softly, a war was taking place there.  "I can't send you back this time." Pell said helplessly to the fat man.  Looking at the ferocious armor that Pell was wearing and the long sword in his hand, the fat man smiled: "You still have your war to participate in." Pell gently bit his lip and said, "Father said  , As long as the land of truth returns to peace, we will help you. " "Yes." The fat man nodded and looked at Lengfeng, who always had a cloud of ice on his face.  "You have to live." "Well, you have to live too." Listening to the fat man's words, the corners of Lengfeng's mouth suddenly turned up slightly.  After saying that, the fat man pulled the reins fiercely, turned the hell horse's head, and ran towards the east.  The flames were burning under the horses¡¯ hooves, and the blackened footprints were clearly imprinted on the ground behind them.  After returning home, the fat man became calmer.  Although he didn¡¯t know what was waiting for him on the road ahead, he was fearless.  A bonfire shone brightly under the bright moon. A fat man wearing ferocious armor could be seen sitting cross-legged by the bonfire, thoughtfully. Beside him lay dozens of corpses. None of these corpses were left.  They are not warriors. On their bare shoulders and bodies are wolf patterns rubbed out with oil paint.  "Why did Mo Li start a war?" Looking at the sparks crackling in the dry firewood, a question kept flashing in Fatty's mind.  No matter which aspect he thought about, he couldn't find a reason for Mo Li to start the war.  As the Zongting of the Inquisition, Mo Li has undoubtedly stood at the pinnacle of the world. He already has power, wealth and other things.  Even if Li Li wants to go one step further and become the Pope, there is absolutely no need to burn the flames of war to the land of truth.  As for becoming the ruler of the entire continent, that is even more impossible.  " Li Li is undoubtedly a smart man. If he wants to become the ruler of the entire continent, then he should first become the pope, and then lead the entire continent step by step through wars without disrupting the entire continent.  Fatty couldn't think of Mo Li's intention. What Mo Li had done had deviated from all Fatty's understanding.  Just as the fat man was thinking, suddenly a rustling sound came to his ears from the jungle nearby.  These sounds are so subtle that they can almost be ignored, but they are still not as silent as the agile leopard when it restrains its footsteps.  So Fatty caught it right away.  Shaking his head, the fat man stood up.  Chapter 9 Conspiracy The war hindered the fat man from returning home and made people crazy. Even if he was wearing the armor of the Heretic Knights and riding a hell horse, he still could not stop the fate of the tribesmen who were like moths to the flames.  .  This is already the thirteenth wave. Fatty doesn¡¯t understand why the people of these tribes are so stupid. He has obviously left the body of a person who the tribe wanted to kill him.?, but there are still tribes that will pounce on him.  After a burst of sharp arrows, dozens of bare-chested barbarian warriors emerged from the jungle and rushed towards the fat man brandishing various weapons.  They were shouting words that Fatty could not understand, and their eyes were full of greed and excitement.  Easily dodging Fukiya, the fat man held the red gun of Zhang Er, raised his fighting spirit, and turned into a black lightning and rushed towards these barbarian warriors.  Almost all the most powerful warriors in the land of truth gathered in the sacrifice capital, so walking through these tribes, almost no one could pose any threat to Fatty.  This battle was just a one-sided massacre.  The red gun body emits a soft light under the moonlight, but this light is accompanied by blood splashing everywhere and screams.  Although the war made these barbarian warriors crazy, the slaughter also made them feel afraid.  After killing ten barbarian warriors without any hindrance, the remaining barbarian warriors were left with only fear. They did not move forward, their bodies trembling.  After a weird roar, the remaining barbarian warriors ran backwards. The panicked barbarian warriors trampled down many bushes, leaving only pieces of mess.  Looking at the fleeing barbarian warriors, Fatty did not pursue them.  The massacre was meaningless, and leaving these barbarian warriors could more or less serve as a warning to some people, so the fat man soon sat by the campfire again.  During the war, sleeping has become a luxury. If a person dares to sleep deeply, his sleeping head may appear on a certain fence the next day.  The fat man didn¡¯t sleep, and he didn¡¯t need to sleep.  In addition to Mo Li's motives, Fatty is still pondering on a question, that is, how to become a holy warrior.  Now Fatty has reached the pinnacle of the Sky Warrior, but he can't find the opportunity to become a Holy Warrior.  In the annals of Fengyuan Continent, the youngest holy warrior was thirty years old. Is it possible for him to become a holy warrior at the age of twenty?  For fat people, this is a very urgent problem.  Strength determines everything. If he can become a holy warrior, he will have one more chance of survival and one more chance of protecting others in future wars.  Just when Fatty was thinking hard about how to break through the gap between the Sky Warriors and the Holy Warriors, another burst of footsteps suddenly sounded in Fatty's ears.  The fat man frowned, he was a little bored.  If a moth flies into the flame once, it means that it does not know fear; if a moth flies into the flame twice, it means that it does not know what is good or bad.  The fat man stood up again, but when he looked at the source of the sound, he was slightly stunned.  By the moonlight, Fatty saw a burly young man walking this way, and he knew this young man, it was Lavis who blocked the road in the first place.  "It's actually you?" Fatty and Lavis said in surprise at the same time when they saw each other clearly.  "The warriors of the tribe said that a powerful person has arrived, so I came to take a look. I didn't expect that it was you" Travis said in surprise.  It was then that the fat man remembered that the patterns painted on the bodies of the barbarian warriors were somewhat familiar.  "What are you doing? Do you want revenge?" the fat man asked.  ¡­¡­
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