Infinite War Begins with Cao Thief

Escape is easier said than done.

The eighth-level space soldiers are not much different from paper in front of Dayu Huben.

Facing the charge of the Dayu Zhenguo Army, they could not even survive the first wave of arrows and suffered heavy casualties.

When the charge arrived, the already chaotic formation of Martha Saint-Ulier's elite troops was already in chaos; what was even more frightening was that they found that they could not break through Dong Huang's army's defense at all.

It's not that it can't be broken completely. It can only be said that when the spear penetrates into the legion's evil spirit and hits the armor, it basically loses its strength, let alone breaking through the body's protective energy.

As for the seventh-level space soldiers commanded by Martha Saint-Uril, there is no need to say more.

The Legion of Saints is somewhat interesting. They sing hymns with pious faces. They can provide the army with certain bonuses in terms of attack, defense and healing. They also have good combat effectiveness and can be regarded as battle nuns.

Their strength has all reached the ninth level exaggeratedly. The figure is even more exaggerated, perfectly fitting the standard template of a nanny.

Overall, this is a natural soldier unit with well-balanced abilities in all aspects.

And they are different from other natural soldiers who were brought to the battlefield by Martha St. Uliel early. They only believe in Martha St. Uliel.

This is the rarest.

Dong Huang did not know the importance of these holy nuns to Martha St. Uriel. Dong Huang only knew that no matter how beautiful the enemy was on the battlefield, he was still an enemy. Dong Huang would not give orders not to harm him just because he was a woman. He ordered, but instead took the initiative to shoot one with an arrow.

With Dong Huang's statement, Dajun knew what to do.

The wise Xu Chu immediately rushed towards Martha Saint Uliel.

Although in Dong Huang's heart, the lives of the Tiger Army are much more important than these women, but as His Majesty's caring tiger fur coat, he must capture the enemy general alive so that His Majesty can have a good time!

This is the Saint of the Light God System that Your Majesty has not yet collected!

Martha St. Uriel was much more decisive than Xu Chu imagined. She actually repeated her old trick and chose to escape again.

A pair of white wings appeared and took her flying high into the sky.

"You wait!"

Martha Saint-Ulier said bitterly.

She knew that all her years of hard work were over.

This time, we don’t know what price we have to pay to make a comeback.

Fortunately, she didn't have everything. She also had a navy and a city hidden on the island just in case.

To a certain extent, she is similar to Dong Huang. They are both very stable. They seek defeat before winning at the beginning and hide the secondary city just in case.

But the secondary city is not as good as the main city after all.

"Hey...how could I meet such a pervert..."

Martha St. Uliel was very unhappy.

She considers herself to be quite strong among the war agents of the same period, even among the Seven Holy Sons. After receiving many vassal war agents in this world given by God, her strength has soared.

But with such strength, he was defeated by a war agent.

Or when people are fighting on two fronts.

How powerful is the other party!

"If Jussis St. Michael can cooperate with us as agreed from the beginning, a three-line attack should be able to defeat the opponent, right? Isn't that bastard trying to make us pay back the war points we owe him for convenience? He is the one who betrays his faith because he makes money, right?"

Martha Saint-Uriel gritted her teeth.

Jussis St. Michael was the army that had previously agreed to attack Xinxiang in three groups, but in the end the army did not show up.

Later, Martha Saint-Uriel and Kendall Saint-Gabriel were in bad circumstances, and they approached him to borrow war points.

War agents generally do not lend easily to each other, because bad debts are very easy to occur, but if it is only to lend to two of the Seven Holy Sons, Jussis St. Michael is still very relieved - no matter how strong the enemy is, there is no way he can do it. The son will kill the two saint sons, right?

At first, Martha Saint-Uriel was extremely dissatisfied with the loan interest for the eight out and fourteen returns, but she still felt that she could make a comeback as long as she won. This time...

Martha Saint-Ulier couldn't help but start to sigh.

At this moment, a voice suddenly came from beside me: "Beauty, why are you sighing?"

"Um?"

Martha Saint-Ulier was stunned for a moment, then turned pale with shock: "Who?"

What answered her were eight strong and flexible dragon-head chains.

The chain trapped her white wings, white neck, snow-white jade arms, and slender thighs at a tricky angle. It also wrapped a circle around her chest, highlighting the curvature like a work of art.

Immediately, the chains contracted and pulled her in front of a man wearing a majestic crown, standing on a black and gold sacred bird burning with blazing flames.

"Are you the emperor of Dayu?"

Martha Saint-Ulier tried every means to collect information about Dayu, and she once took a look at Dong Huang, who was wearing a royal robe and was noble and majestic.

The majesty that was as blazing as the sun and the image that made people blush at just one glance left a deep impression on her.

She knew that Dong Huang might have a method of enchantment similar to Diarmuid's, but this kind of charm, set off by Dong Huang's noble and majestic aura, not only did not appear vulgar, but was even more intoxicating and fascinating.

The charm of diaosi is called vulgarity, and the charm of powerful people is called charm.

No woman can refuse a powerful man who is powerful, noble, majestic, strong and good-looking.

Power intoxicates men.

And powerful men fascinate women.

When Martha Saint-Ulier saw Dong Huang for the first time, she was not as disgusted as when she saw Diarmuid - even though she liked women.

Immediately, Martha Saint-Uriel was even more happy.

Because she realized that an opportunity appeared in front of her to turn defeat into victory - if she could capture the emperor of the Dayu Empire and turn him into her foot-licking slave, wouldn't the entire Dayu Empire become hers?

Martha Saint-Ulier's face flushed with excitement.

"What, are you in heat?"

Dong Huang gave this saint a strange look.

Not to mention, this saint is really charming.

Beautiful and smooth blond hair, milk-like skin, cow-like holy land, delicate face, perfect figure, a shiny cross clamped on her chest, almost invisible, but Dong Huang knew that it was not just the cross that could be hidden there.

The holy robe made of white brocade mixed with golden silk threads was a little loose, but due to the function of the chains, it fit her body perfectly, revealing her curved figure.

There is a hint of voluptuousness on the sexy round thighs, and the gold-rimmed lace stockings that strangle the flesh outline the conspicuous color difference.

On the stockings on her right leg, there is actually a silver leg ring, and there are small silver diamond-encrusted crosses hanging on the leg rings, which are pure white and dazzling, holy and sexy.

On her feet were golden high-heeled shoes. The shoes were not too big and told how small and exquisite her feet were. Dong Huang's big hands could definitely hold these feet with one hand.

The best thing is that her face is full of divine light and the sick flush that is in sharp contrast with the divine, which makes people can't help but think about it.

But it was obvious that Martha Saint-Ulier was not the superficial woman that Dong Huang thought. She was very deep, deeper than most people could imagine.

It is easy to know the root, but difficult to know the bottom.

But Dong Huang most likes bloody battles to the end.

Martha St. Uriel did not respond to Dong Juan's provocation. Her delicate lips seemed to be uttering some obscure prayer. The sacred aura on her body became stronger and stronger, and her pair of white wings almost turned into holy light. creamy gold color.

A slight fragrance emanated from her body, adding more nobility and elegance to her holiness.

The aura on Martha St. Uriel's body was also rising steadily, quickly rising from the first level of mythology to the second level of mythology, and then broke through the second level of mythology and reached the third level of mythology.

Her entire body was filled with a milky-gold divine light, so holy that it was dazzling, yet a little sacred, awe-inspiring yet intoxicating.

Dong Huang only wanted to blaspheme.

He even controlled Xiang Liu Medusa to change her binding position, so that her arms were straightened and her legs were brought together to form a cross.

In this way, it becomes more sacred.

"The holy saint bound by evil chains...Tsk, tsk..."

Dong Huang even had the time to comment.

If there are other agents of war at the level of the Seven Holy Sons here at this time, they will know what Martha St. Uriel is doing now.

She is using the divine descending ritual to summon divine possession in order to gain incomparable power.

In fact, she is now more powerful than ever.

But Dong Huang was not afraid at all.

Only the third level of Mythology is scared.

Dong Huang himself had already reached the fourth level of mythology without enjoying the bonus from the legion. Now with the bonus from the legion, he has almost reached the peak of the fourth level of mythology.

His Xiangliu Medusa and the Human Emperor Sword are at the peak of the fifth level of mythology.

So Dong Huang was not afraid at all.

He knew very well that at this stage, the war agent's trump card could not be really strong.

Those who can reach the second level of mythology are geniuses among geniuses, rare and rare; those who can reach the third level of mythology are probably already in the sky; they can't reach the fourth level of mythology, right?

Even if it is achieved, Dong Huang is not afraid.

His weapons are all at the fifth level of mythology.

Infinite War Space has its own rules here.

Moreover, this world is a space of war, and Dong Huang, who is blessed by the most powerful military formation, considers himself the number one agent of war.

What's more, the Sun Bird that Dong Huang rides on is itself transformed from the military formations and faith totems of a powerful legion, and contains incomparable terrifying power.

And that's exactly what happened.

After Martha St. Uriel's aura reaches the peak of the third level of mythology, it will no longer improve.

After finishing preparations, Martha Saint-Uril glanced contemptuously at Dong Huang who was binding him. She did not expect that Dong Huang would dare to let her complete the ritual of divine descent.

Mortals, are you ready to face the wrath of the gods?

Martha Saint-Ulier was full of confidence.

This is her real trump card. Because of her outstanding performance in a certain mission world, she gained the favor of Joan of Arc. The reward was that she could summon Joan of Arc to possess her in the mission world for seventy-two hours.

The power that Joan of Arc can exert is related to the world level and her strength.

Although the summoning time is not very long, it is not enough for training troops, but seventy-two hours is enough to win a decisive battle.

Martha Saint-Ulier had been reluctant to use it before, but this time the enemy leader dared to pursue it alone.

This must be the opportunity God gave her to turn defeat into victory!

In order to further improve the use efficiency of Joan of Arc, Martha Saint-Uriel used other means to triple the use time limit of the seventy-two-hour Joan of Arc experience card.

Martha Saint-Ulier closed her pure eyes, and when she opened them again, her eyes had turned into sacred gold.

"My God is here!"

The voice that penetrated directly into the soul sounded, and the divine version of Joan of Arc looked up at Dong Huang with a sacred and solemn look.

She actually wanted to look down, but because of her height and posture, she could only look up, which invisibly lowered her aura. But her face remained holy.

(Joan of Arc's clothing when captured)

However, there is a hint of doubt and cuteness in his holiness. A small bunch of silly hairs stand up on his head, and his hairstyle has become a jellyfish head with braids.

I just heard her whisper in French: "Is this posture and temperature the place to be burned at the stake?"

"It's not the place of execution, it's just this stick or fire stick!"

Dong Huang, who has learned several foreign languages, is happy.

"I am Joan of Arc, how dare a mortal dare to blaspheme God?"

The jellyfish-headed goddess turned red and glared at Dong Huang angrily: "Mortal, are you ready to accept the punishment of the gods?"

"Please Lord give me strength!"

"My Lord is here!"

The jellyfish-headed goddess spoke a prayer, and a sacred flag appeared in her right hand.

The sacred realm knots unfold.

This was how she wanted to break free from her chains.

She doesn't want to be a blonde with busty beauty bound by forbidden chains!

However, she was soon dumbfounded.

Under the sacred realm, the forbidden chains not only did not disappear, but became even tighter.

Tender meat.

A little tight.

A little pain.

"How...how is this possible? How can a world of this level have an artifact of this level?"

Joan of Arc's jellyfish head once again raised a dull hair. She stared blankly, with an awkward but polite smile on her face: "Sir, is there any misunderstanding between us? You You know, I am neutral and will not participate in the war.”

"Hey!"

Dong Huang laughed and rubbed the jellyfish head of Joan of Arc.

He did not expect that Martha Saint-Uriel would conjure up a Joan of Arc.

This reminded him of the divine descent of the goddess Amaterasu. There was a saying that Himiko, who was the avatar of the goddess Amaterasu, was miserable...

[It seems that even if the gods die directly, they can only be raised to the extreme level corresponding to ordinary people in the world! 】

Dong Huang took a breath and looked at Joan of Arc with evil intentions.

I have to say that after the descent of Joan of Arc, this body became more plump, sacred and charming!

(Joan of Arc)

"You...you want me to get pregnant?"

Joan of Arc's face changed greatly, and she wanted to control the holy flag in her hand, but she was tied into a cross and still had the strength to resist. As soon as she moved her fingers, the holy flag was snatched away by a dragon-head chain, and then swallowed Into the stomach.

"mine……"

Joan of Arc was speechless.

That is her sacred weapon. Although it is only a projection, it also possesses her magical power, power and characteristics...

But something happened soon that left her even more speechless.

Dong Huang wants to take away not only her weapons, but also...

"Lord, I entrust this body to you..."

Joan of Arc closed her eyes.

[It’s only seventy-two hours, you can endure it if you grit your teeth! 】

[Why is it still not working after seventy-two hours? 】

【I can only bite! 】

[Has it been another seventy-two hours? What on earth did that bastard woman do to me...]

【I cannot turn my back to the Lord! 】

[Wait, it’s not possible there! 】

Joan of Arc is falling apart.

She never thought that one day something like this would happen to her. She would be handed over to the Lord by a newbie in a mission world, and she would also be educated in front of the Lord's holy image for so long...

"blasphemer, let... let me go... I, ah... I forgive you... I will pray for you in front of the Lord... please let me go..."

Joan of Arc is truly falling apart.

Especially when Dong Huang carried her into the main city of Marsa Saint-Uril and walked towards the temple of the God of Light.

"Let me go? What can you give me?"

"Your Highness the Saint, you don't want the gods to know about our relationship, right?"

Dong Huang hugged Joan of Arc tightly.

"You...don't even think about threatening me! The Saint will not allow threats..."

Joan of Arc still wanted to be tough, but seeing Dong Huang getting closer and closer to the temple, her attitude finally softened: "I swear in the name of the Lord, I will not retaliate against you!"

If it were just an ordinary statue, that would be fine, but that was the Lord's temple, and what happened there was very likely to be discovered by the Lord.

Even if she is just a consciousness that descends, she cannot be so desecrated in front of God.

That would not only lose her face, but also the face of God.

"not enough!"

Dong Huang's head is as big as a bucket.

"I……"

Joan of Arc burst into tears.

"What do you want?"

Joan of Arc could only compromise again.

what do you want?

I want you!

As Dong Huang fell deeper and deeper into trouble, Joan of Arc had no choice but to succumb.

[Anyway, it’s just the arrival of consciousness! 】

【This is not my body! 】

[Mental cheating is not cheating! 】

[Just think of it as a test from the Lord God! ]

[Actually... it's quite comfortable...]

[I can't resist anyway, so just enjoy it first...]

As we all know, there are only zero and countless times of compromise.

In the later period, Joan of Arc even took the initiative.

"I'm just doing this for the uniform temptation!"

Joan of Arc said to herself.

Then, she was forced to perform the uniform temptation.

(Joan of Arc·Uniform Temptation)

"I'm doing this to save the lost lambs... just like the physical donation in Buddhism... donation to the physical body..."

Joan of Arc, who was stripped like a lamb, was still determined.

However, her body was very honest.

[This must be because my ability to exert is too low, it's all because the level of this world is too low! ]

[It's all the world's fault! ]

Joan of Arc attributed her constant weakening and physical sensitivity to the world's fault, and devoutly let herself go.

Dong Huang naturally taught this seemingly unintelligent saint with all his knowledge, worked hard, was energetic, and was smart and capable.

The illiterate girl finally understood what it meant to overflow when the essence is full and seek essence when the essence overflows.

Happy times are always short.

On the battlefield outside the endless time and space, the jellyfish-headed girl who was killing the enemy suddenly blushed and almost couldn't control herself.

"Damn it!"

The pure saint couldn't help but swear.

She found that she was actually played by the rules of the world.

Dong Huang's charm, skills and the erosion of totem power actually entered her body with her consciousness and grew rapidly, but her body thought that these powers were the same as her body. Not only did she not resist and destroy them, but she also helped them grow and quickly merged with her holy body.

[Who is calculating me! ]

The angry Joan of Arc waved the holy flag and swept across a large area of ​​enemies.

However, what surprised Joan of Arc was that she, who could only use pure holy light, actually had a sacred burning attribute in her power, which made her attack power soar by at least 30%, but the consumption did not increase at all.

[Hey, not bad! ]

Joan of Arc smiled.

She decided to accept this power first.

The world outside the box is much more dangerous than the world inside the box, and the increase in strength is not a bad thing.

As for that damn man...

When she thought of him, Joan of Arc's face turned red.

Joan of Arc knew that it was that strange power that was at work, but as long as it was not in front of God, it didn't matter.

The clergy were more filthy than the dirtiest brothel in private!

After Joan of Arc finally escaped, Martha Saint Uriel finally regained consciousness.

It was a pity that all her memories of Joan of Arc were erased by Joan of Arc, and she became like a rag doll after being severely damaged.

On the contrary, Dong Huang's strength was raised to the peak of the fourth level of mythology because of the feedback, and his strength also had a trace of sacred light attribute, which made his flame more fiery and pure.

"I am... you... don't come over!"

Martha Saint Uriel fluttered her wings in fear, like a peacock about to be plucked.

Martha Saint Uriel couldn't help but be afraid.

Her attribute is a holy virgin.

Once something happens, it will lead to extremely terrible consequences.

The faith system of the God of Light has advantages such as balanced ability, rapid growth of natural human arms, and many fanatics; but it also has disadvantages such as being too mediocre and easy to fall.

The brighter, the darker!

The more extreme the faith, the more anti-intellectual, the easier it is to collapse and the easier it is to fall.

Pure clergy are the most likely to fall.

However, how could Dong Huang let her go?

Joan of Arc said this sentence intentionally or unintentionally in her extreme state: "You can humiliate me. As a holy virgin, I will never fall. This is the Lord's test of me."

But Joan of Arc can accept the test. She was originally only a mythical first-level, and she was barely promoted to the mythical second-level because of Joan of Arc's long-term divine descent. Can she withstand the test?

The answer is naturally no.

After a million words...

The wings of Martha Saint Uriel turned into the same black wings of the sun bird.

At the same moment, her temple first turned dark, and then turned into black and gold.

"My Lord!"

Martha Saint Uriel knelt at Dong Huang's feet and kissed Dong Huang's toes.

Even Dong Huang didn't expect that she would be one step ahead of the dark elf Renis and become the first war agent under his command.

He obviously hasn't been deified yet.

"Can it turn into holy pure white?"

Dong Huang asked, stroking Martha Saint Uriel's head.

Although black is also very sexy, in this situation, pure white is more exciting!