Ghost Shelter System

Iron Tree Fort, in the county town, several lichs were walking on the street, flanked by monks in black robes.

The Priory of Sion.

Rumored to have been established in the Middle Ages, the existence of secret societies was not revealed until the 19th century, and even the world was questioning their existence. Isaac Newton, Victor Hugo and Leonardo da Vinci were all part of the family.

No one knows the truth except insiders, but their appearance in the mirror world means that the identity of the Priory of Sion is recognized by European exorcists.

"Giles, don't monks like you like to talk?"

A burly young man, wearing a cross pendant, held the back of his head with both arms, looking at the black-robed exorcist while walking.

"Gawain, time in the Priory of Sion is precious. If you feel like you have nothing to do, just go to your room and rest, okay?"

The black-robed exorcist looked at the young man, who smiled and said, "If I had known that I would let you partner with Menoetius, you would definitely like his style."

Giles was stunned and speechless for a long time.

He had always been proud of his membership in the Priory of Sion, where he discovered a whole new world. This time he followed the instructions and assisted these lichs. He just wanted to see what was so great about the Eastern Exorcists. The legends described them as so powerful that Giles felt that he was no worse than them.

But before entering the underworld of Heim, Giles' world view collapsed.

Not to mention the Eastern exorcists, even the European exorcists, there are so many guys that he doesn't know and are so powerful.

Menoetius, mentioned by Gawain, was one of them.

Menoetius of the Pantheon is 26 years old this year. He practices Greek mysticism. He is violent, crazy, and simply not like a human being.

Giles had seen with his own eyes that he could defeat three candidate Paladins alone.

Those are the Templars of the Holy See! The last two words are added, that is, they are not hung up until they have broken through to the Holy Soul Realm. This is only a matter of time.

The three candidate knights were beaten so hard that even their mothers could not recognize them, and it was said that the other exorcists had nothing to do with Menoetius.

This fact made Giles feel sad. Even Gawain next to him was not as strong as him, which made him very depressed.

"That Greek violent maniac, Van Helsing may not be able to win compared with him, so why do you need to use him to suppress me? Gawain, I heard that your leader is also very powerful. Has he ever competed with Menoetius? "Giles looked at the young man next to him and asked indifferently.

Gawain smiled awkwardly: "Our leader was once taught a lesson by an old man from the East. He has no confidence at all. He is probably not as good as him."

After Gawain finished speaking, he felt a shock to his head. He turned back with an angry look, suddenly froze, and said with a sneer: "Boss..."

In front of Gawain was a brown-haired young man with messy hair and a sloppy smell. He smelled of alcohol and said with a stern face: "Let that violent maniac come here, I can beat him ten times!"

Behind the brown-haired young man, a mocking voice appeared: "Having inherited Lancelot's knightly glory, do you dare to make such big claims?"

Giles was startled, his boss was here too.

In an instant, the leaders of the Priory of Sion and the Knights of the Round Table were all here. They didn't even realize when the other party had arrived.

The brown-haired young man curled his lips: "Hazlit, you're a sissy like you who can't run away. You'd better hide when the war starts. Otherwise, you'll wet your pants after being frightened by the Eastern Exorcist and those zombies, and you'll die." A member of the Mountain Hermitage."

Hazlitt has long hair and looks a bit delicate, but he is very tall, with anger in his eyes: "Xiao Lanlan, I have believed in God for so many years, and you are the first person I have ever seen who was kidnapped by the Black Soul Cult. The Knights of the Round Table are so great.”

The brown-haired young man was furious: "That was when I was six years old! They were trying to blackmail me! Besides, they were just a group of black parachute mercenaries!"

The two quarreled. Giles and Gawain looked at each other and smiled bitterly. The lichs next to them were also worried.

Why do I feel that these exorcists are a little unreliable?

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In another county, a flying zombie-level lich was held in the hands of a thin young man.

"I'm warning you, if you dare to hang a gun in front of me again, I will crush your head!"

The lich was so frightened that he was thrown aside and his shotgun was trampled in half.

Next to the thin young man, a Nordic woman in a white robe, with tear-stained makeup, said to the mirror: "Menoetius, you are too vigilant, they are just a group of poor widows. Snow Demon He once guided us to be tolerant of everything in the world."

"Laisha, you can go back to the Siberian ice field to serve your Lord Snow Demon instead of pointing fingers at me here!" The thin young man hammered the makeup box and growled.

The Nordic woman in white robe said angrily: "It's unreasonable! You should be a gentleman instead of becoming a violent maniac! Just like Lancelot, Hazlitt is much more cultivated than you."

"Then you're really unlucky to be in the same group as me."

The thin young man had already slammed the door and left. He didn't like nagging women.

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The Priory of Sion, the Knights of the Round Table, the Pure Soul Society, and the Pantheon were divided into two groups to join different lich forces. Unfortunately, they bid farewell to the large army that day and crashed into the Eastern Mirror Realm.

Our own support seems to be far away, but fortunately, the strength of Iron Tree Castle and the Principality of Slide is not weak, at least they can fight. They plan to strike first before the Eastern Zombies and Exorcists can react!

The arrangement of the Ghost Council was very good this time. Exorcists who were good at close combat and spells were in the same group, giving them a glimmer of hope.

If you can't beat him, you can at least run away, or so they think.

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In the afternoon, I can only feel that the sunlight has weakened, but I cannot see the sun.

The pointer pointed to eight o'clock, and the Nordic woman in white robe came to the room of the thin young man and said: "Menoetius, it's time to join Hazlitt, Lancelot and the others."

The thin young man put on a Greek robe and straw sandals and followed. As for the olive branch crown, I'm sorry, he didn't come to make peace this time.

The atmosphere in the wasteland between the two county towns was solemn.

Sixty flying zombie-level lichs, more than 500 hairy zombie-level lichs, and nearly a thousand other levels of lichs are ready to go.

There were hundreds of motorcycles and off-road vehicles as far as the eye could see. Many of them were infantry, but this could not dampen their enthusiasm for fighting.

"Set off!"

"Hur!!!"

As the leaders of Iron Tree Fort and Slide Principality roared, the shocking response shocked the county, and the large forces officially set off!

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