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It's noon.

Over a rock desert plain covered with gravel and gravel, the sun rose high and the desert was filled with smoke.

The gravel on the ground was so hot that it was hot, the air was thirsty, and there was no wind at all.

Suddenly, a desert beetle that was almost dizzy, and six insect limbs crawled alternately on the sand, running to the shadow of an off-white tent.

"Hiss..." The beetle made a comfortable hissing sound.

In the uncovered desert, the little bit of shadows brings is a great enjoyment for some desert creatures.

However, a "bang" suddenly came from inside the tent, and the sound of anger was filled with tables and chairs. At the same time, a terrifying aura that seemed to be able to remove people from all over the world came out like a tide.

The little beetle outside the tent was so scared that it rolled down the sand dunes and fled to the distance.

"Those despicable dark cultists are really hateful!"

In front of a low table in the tent, a beautiful woman wearing a holy crown with soft facial features and white holy robe sat. At this time, she slapped the old low table in front of her, shaking the sand and dust on it, and jumping up and down like dancing.

There is no need to guess too much that this beauty dressed in the sacred pastor is Lulu Cao, the saint of the Holy See of Light today.

But now, there is a set of silver-shining close-fitting armor under her holy robe!

It seems that some battles have made her angry and I personally pick up the guys and go on the field to fight.

"That's it!" The pure and cute little angel Beibei, who looked like a half-large luoli, was sitting next to the saint Lulu. At this time, she said angrily, "Especially the sheep-headed demon king Bafumi, damn, Ben Beibei is so cute, he dares to use the big iron chain to slap me!"

At this time, she became more and more angry as she spoke. She grabbed a bottle full of transparent liquid and drank it all in one go.

"Bang!"

The empty bottle was photographed on the desktop.

"Where is the wine? Bring me wine!"

The Holy Knight Ronnie, who was standing beside them, couldn't help but tremble after hearing this.

Ronnie, who was originally bright and bright in style and had a meticulous hairstyle, seemed to have changed her body.

He was haggard and looked weak, his face and armor were covered with dust, as if he had been thrown into a washing machine full of sand and stirred for three days and three nights.

"It's already, there's no alcohol." He licked his thirsty lips, and his answer was unconsciously weak.

He never thought that things would have developed to this extent just because of a son of flame.

Since the Saint of Light and Saint of Darkness met due to Wang Yan's problem, they immediately fought and fought to the point of being equal.

As the forces of both sides continued to join, not long after, more than 200 people gathered respectively.

At this moment, the two camps of Light and Darkness all put in full force, and they all wanted to completely defeat the other party in front of the psychics all over the world, and they refused to give up at all.

After all, things have developed to this point, and psychics all over the world are watching. How can you admit defeat at this moment?

As a result, this fight lasted for three days and three nights.

As soon as the points were refreshed, the contestants on both sides immediately fought and turned the qualifiers for survival in the desert into a sacred war that never ended.

When Ronnie thought of this, there was endless bitterness in her heart, "After all, the whole world is watching, you can't be afraid!"

But at least there is a logistics supply for the Holy War. In this qualifier, all the contestants are not allowed to carry anything except weapons. It doesn’t matter if they are a little troubled with their brothers, but His Highness, the image of the Holy See, cannot make her suffer no matter how hard she is.

Not only were the only few tents and a little drink, but they ran more than a hundred kilometers away from their armor and shields, and exchanged them for a few passing Berbers.

Berbers usually live in family mode, nomadic living, with fewer people and fewer reserves of materials, and they are unwilling to change at all. Otherwise, they would have to travel long distances in the desert, and they would have to die.

Their Light Holy See can't kill anyone, right?

So, the last little desert spirit has been drunk by the little angel Beibei.

"What? No wine? How can I fight without wine?"

On the other side, the ascetic monk Nini, who was wearing a ponytail and wearing a linen coat, rubbing a big stick, stopped doing it when she heard there was no wine.

"I'll ask my brothers to find it now. That's a little meat now. Why don't sisters come first?" Ronnie quickly smiled and persuaded, feeling very sad.

Just the barbecue I exchanged for from the Berbers, I was the priest of the Paladin and Centurion, and my brothers were hungry for three days and didn't dare to move. You know, for three days, I fought this battle, let alone snakes and lizards, and even the bugs I found were eaten.

"Okay, go and get it. This time, my aunt must kill the necromancer!" Nini held the big stick in her arms again, obviously having a grudge against Gabriel, the necromancer of the Dark Church.

"hiss……"

The Son of Light, who was squatting beside him, took a deep breath of the cigarette that was sandwiched between his fingertips.

His eyes were filled with vicissitudes, and his eyes were aimlessly looking at the sand beneath his feet. After pondering for a while, he slowly spoke, "We can't fight anymore..."

His tone was very slow, and now he lost two points. If this continues, it will be a problem for even advancing. However, before the reason was expressed, the three girls in front slapped the table together.

"No! This girl must kill those despicable dark cultists!"

Wright's finger holding the cigarette suddenly shook.

What I wanted to say was blocked back into my stomach, and my eyes turned to the cigarette box in my hand. There was a dazed yellow camel painted on the cigarette box. Unconsciously, my eyes were a little dazed, and it seemed that a little crystal luster was flashing. "This Berber Egyptian cigarette is so spicy."

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Meanwhile, on the other side of the Holy See camp.

A small desert beetle climbed over the dunes and came to the underside of several tents coated with black dye.

Suddenly, the two werewolves, who were extremely hungry, whimpered and rushed towards the beetle together. They grabbed the fierce moment and pushed each other.

It cannot be blamed for them. Fierce battles require a lot of energy, and energy will never be generated out of thin air. In addition, the environment is extremely harsh and consumes a lot of money. After three days and three nights, water and rice have not entered. Even if it is iron, it will collapse at this time.

Although there were werewolfs outside the tent were noisy, a silent undead wizard sat quietly on the ground, seemingly undisturbed.

From his storm of death and the respectful attitude of several dark believers on the outside, it can be seen that he is the famous undead wizard, Gabriel.

But at this moment, his expression was wooden, his eyes were thick, and his appearance looked very miserable. He was wearing a gray robe, dusty and full of holes. He looked like he had not closed his eyes for several days and nights, and then he was tied behind the horse and dragged it on the desert for several kilometers.

At this moment, he felt so depressed. When he thought of the experience of these three days and three nights, he felt choked and extremely miserable.

He never expected that his saint's princess would make things so difficult because of a son of flame and the saint of light opposite him.

I am a wizard who has traveled to the Kingdom of Dead, full of talent and unlimited future.

But in this battle, he finally lost his magic power and had to swing his staff to fight face to face with other soldiers. As a result, he was beaten up by a group of large-sleeved and round-waisted C-level holy warriors on the opposite side.

It's so miserable, I was beaten so miserable.

Thinking of this, Gabriel couldn't help but turn red.

All of this was because the female ascetic monk who was holding a big stick and like the female tyrannosaurus, who summoned her with the undead army, was smashed by her alone, and finally she had the strength to give her middle finger.

Bad guys! There are a bunch of bad guys on the other side!

Especially the culprit, Wang Yan, the son of flame, they would better not fall into their hands in the future, otherwise they would have to pull out their souls!

"Click, click."

Two pitiful skeleton soldiers who looked tilted around, holding a few bones, walked to him in one step and three steps, put down the bones tremblingly, turned around and walked tremblingly towards the pile of broken bones next to them, and continued to search for useful bones.

Reality is always so cruel.

"I, I must kill them!" Gabriel felt miserable and roared in anger, then lowered his head again and returned to the extremely boring work of putting together the skeleton rack.

"Look at Gabriel, there are only a few skeletons left, and you have to kill them, how ambitious." An elegant and arrogant tone came from the depths of the tent.

After hearing this, Gabriel suddenly felt an urge to cry. This saint must be praising me, right?

The dark saint Catherine was sitting upright on a wooden chair at the innermost part of the tent.

Although the wooden chairs and tents around were very simple, under her noble temperament, she felt like a royal tent.

At this time, she changed into a more agile set of close-fitting leather armor, the powerful and terrifying sheep-headed demon king, standing behind her with black aura, which made her already evil aura add a bit of queen-like majesty.

She didn't look at Gabriel more, her eyes drooped, and her eyes fell on the Dark Son in front of her, and slowly spoke, "Son of Dark Son Stewart, can you repeat what you just said?"

Catherine's tone seemed careless, but it was cold and cold, like a splash of cold water poured on the head of the Dark Son.

Sitting on a straw mat, the dark holy son with a listless expression suddenly shuddered, and quickly straightened his spine and changed his words, "I actually said I wouldn't beat him, absolutely not!"

"Those Light Cultists are so disgusting!" As he said that, the Dark Son clenched his fists, looking indignant.

"His Royal Highness Prince Rose and the psychics of the world are all watching us. Now is the best time to promote our Dark Holy See, greatness and honor! We will kill those hypocritical guys in front of the whole world, and then capture the Son of Fire alive and leave it to your sister for your disposal!"
Chapter completed!