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Four hundred and sixtieth chapters surrounded

The sound of arrows is essentially accustomed to the principle of musical instruments. After being shot out, the air can quickly pass through the sound holes that have been opened in advance to make a sharp whistle.

The arrows used by Bieler are even more powerfully raising the volume by Nitia.

When the sharp whistle sounded, you could clearly hear it within a few kilometers around.

People in the church didn't know what it meant when they heard the whistle, but the large troops lurking in the forest were ready to fight the moment they heard the whistle.

"Everyone obeys the order!" Quincy yelled, "encircle the entire church. If someone comes out, kill it on the spot before receiving the order! You can't let one go!"

After his subordinates received the order, Quincy led his troops to rush out of the forest directly.

The sixty thousand troops rushed out of the forest like a black torrent, quickly divided into two teams, surrounding the church.

Mishylia also turned her head and gave an order to the elders in the clan: "Combined with them, encircle the entire air, and never let anyone go!"

"Yes!" Several elders nodded and agreed, each leading the elves to the sky.

Thousands of elves spread their transparent wings behind them at the same time, and emerged from the top of the treetops in dense colors.

When the church heard the whistle sounding throughout the air, the church did not know what had happened.

However, the next moment, I heard the sound of horse hooves coming from the forest, and then a black army rushed out of the forest.

It rushed towards this side like a tide. When it arrived at the entrance of the church, it suddenly separated from both sides.

They did not intend to enter the church, but surrounded it directly.

“What’s the situation?”

A magician hasn't reacted yet: "How dare humans surround the church?"

"Are they crazy?" asked the paladin who was traveling with him, but there was not much worry in his tone.

"Swoosh--"

Accompanied by a sound of breaking through the air, the paladin who was walking next to him suddenly fell to the ground, making a muffled "bang".

The magician was shocked and subconsciously looked down and saw an arrow inserted into the paladin's left eye.

A green vine began to grow in the eyes of the paladin who fell on the ground, and the bud at the front end was as bright red as it had absorbed his blood and was growing rapidly.

Accompanied by a "rustling" sound, the armor on the dead paladin was as if it were.

Then countless branches and leaves emerged from the gaps in his armor, as if his body was already covered with the roots of these branches and leaves.

Before the surprised magician could react, he suddenly felt that the sky seemed to be darkening.

When I looked up, my pupils really shrank.

The top of the head was filled with elves, and their transparent wings were swinging rhythmically behind them.

Thousands of elves formed a hemispherical shape in the air, covering the entire sky above the church, like a cover.

Because the distance is relatively long, in the eyes of this magician who is not level, it seems like there are dense flying insects on his head.

The trainee magician of the elves I had never seen before didn't know what to do next. Just as he was thinking whether he should leave, an arrow had accurately penetrated his inspiration.

Until he fell to the ground and made a muffled sound, his eyes were still wide open, and the expression on his face was still full of doubt.

...

When the church was curious about the whistle, the paladins and magicians who were curious about the sound of hearing, the army and the elves had completely surrounded the church.

And they just ran out became the targets of the elves in the sky. With the sound of "swooshing" sound, these people who didn't know what was going on fell one by one.

The elves' terrifying shooting technique allows them to shoot arrows without any effort, and each arrow can accurately hit the enemy, and at the same time turn them into nutrients for a cluster of plants.

In a blink of an eye, a large area had fallen down on the ground, gradually turning into piles of small flowers.

When Seviara came out of the room she arranged for her, she saw this scene.

Although I don’t know why the elves besieged the church with humans, it is obvious that there is no time to think about the current situation. A group of believers not far away in front of me were about to be shot.

Seviara spread a pair of huge white wings behind her, and with a light wave, she had already arrived above the believers.

With a gentle wave, a beam of extremely high temperature light emitted from the hand, cutting off all the arrows that were shot in the air.

Looking at the arrows falling to the ground, the believers looked up.

A pair of huge white wings blocked them underneath, and the white feathers even felt a little shiny.

"The Angel is here, we are saved!" a believer shouted.

"Thank you, the angel!" Other believers knelt down one after another.

"You hide in a safe place!" Seviara lowered her head and reminded her.

The believers below agreed and quickly ran into the building.

Because the Wing tribe is called a messenger of God, people in the church call them angels.

But in essence, they are also one of the eight major races in this world, and there is nothing special about them.

After saving several believers, Seviara looked up at the elves in the sky, and a sense of anger was faintly revealed in her serious expression.

"You are so brave! You dare to attack the church! Who sent you here?!"

Her voice was definitely not small, but none of the elves in the sky answered her, and continued their mission. Many elves had even pointed the bows and arrows in their hands at her.

"Damn it!"

Seviara gritted her teeth and cursed, "How dare you point weapons at the noble angels?"

"noble?"

A crisp female voice suddenly appeared not far away, and the voice even revealed a lazy feeling, "Don't you really think that your Wing Clan is the most beautiful creature in the world, do you?"

Seviara turned her head and saw a tall figure who had entered the church gate and gradually walked towards this side.

She was wearing a dress without sleeves, and the style was a bit incomprehensible. It seemed that there was a small white apron in front of the dress.

The slender legs are wrapped in a layer of white stockings that only humans occasionally wear, and they are wearing small black leather shoes that they don’t understand. Walking on the stone slab floor, there is even a "click" sound.

Less than ten centimeters of smooth and tender thighs are exposed between the stockings and the skirt, which makes people unable to help but focus their attention there.

A long burgundy hair draped over her back, swaying gently as she walked.

And those blood-red pupils told her identity without any concealment.

"Demons..." Seviara narrowed her eyes.

Alyssa walked to her about ten meters away and stopped with a smile on her face: "Your Wing Clan has never been noble or beautiful. Whether it is a little worse than the elves in the sky or the succubus like me!"

What she said is the truth. The only high-quality appearances recognized in this world are succubus and elves.

Of course, there are also beautiful people in the Wing Clan, but they are not as good as these two races.

Succubus and elves are not only good-looking, but the most important thing is that there are no bad-looking ones!

To be honest, Seviara's appearance is already very good, but it is indeed much worse than succubus and elves.

"Are you irritating me?" Seviara could feel that the succubus opposite was the same second-level as her, and asked some questions, "Is it the attack led by your demons?"

"I don't have the obligation to answer your answer!" Alisa grinned, "especially for the unsightly-looking races, I don't want to answer!"

Seviara was right, and Alisa wanted to anger her so that she could fight quickly.

"Hmph! You demons who can even use your own bodies as hunting bait are too dirty and don't deserve to be compared with us!" Seviara replied.

"The body is used for survival, otherwise it will lose its meaning." Alisa replied, "You Wing Clan cannot even survive in this way because they are not good-looking and not beautiful enough!"

"you……"

"So you can only commit yourself to the gods," Alisa interrupted him directly. "Because your own bodies cannot survive, you can only say "The demons' bodies are dirty" to comfort your poor, inexplicable appearance."

Speaking of this, Alyssa's teeth and nails quickly became sharp, and a pair of huge flesh wings spread out behind her back and hung behind her: "Even if it becomes this kind of combat mode, I am still much more beautiful than you!"

Alisa was right. Although her teeth and nails became sharp, her face and body were not deformed, so she still looked very beautiful, but she had a little more dangerous atmosphere.

Before the fourth level, the succubus heads will not have horns, and the appearance of the combat mode and the power saving mode is similar.

Perhaps she couldn't stand Alisa's chatter, Seviara looked around and did not find any other high-level lives. She flapped her wings and rushed towards Alisa.

The demons were never afraid of fighting. When they saw her pounce, Alisa also flew over.

She definitely didn't dare to fight close combat with her. The physical fitness of the Wing Clan is not as good as that of the Demon Clan, so this time it should be just a seduction of the enemy.

But even so, Alisa could only rush forward, because the magical talent of the demon clan was not as good as that of the Wing clan, so she could only chase and fight close combat.

Seeing Alisa flying towards her, Seviara waved her hand suddenly, and a beam of white light had been emitted from her hands.

Alisa dodged, but seemed to be one step slower, and was still rubbed by the white light on her arm.

In an instant, a very wide wound was added near the shoulder, as if it was burned by flames, and the flesh and blood were blurred.

"You are not my opponent!" Seviara raised her head and said.

"That's it?" Alisa looked at her wound, "Don't look too high at yourself."
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