Players Please Respect Yourself

The original Miss Jia Ludi is also considered a beauty, but she can score 80 points in the sky. If she changes to other places, maybe she can be a market flower or something. Her good looks and figure are not enough in front of Hei Zhen and Rachel. In terms of temperament, it is obviously a big difference.

After all, Hei Zhen has a legendary aura behind her. Although she looks crazy and scary, she was developed for someone after all. The femininity she occasionally reveals makes many soldiers itch.

Not to mention Rachel, the Empress of Flame, the supreme commander of the guardians, she charges forward and commands the domineering arrogance of the army, which can actually stimulate men's desire to conquer.

At this moment, the facial features on Jialudi's face rapidly deformed, and even the armor and weapons changed from the illusory golden light. Finally, what appeared in front of everyone was a silver-white armor robe with long blond braids. The saint holding high the platinum battle flag.

Her face is exactly the same as Hei Zhen's, and she has a gentle gaze that is completely different from Hei Zhen's arrogant and indifferent eyes. Just looking at her water blue eyes, there is a sense of courage doubled in a trance.

Obviously her figure is shorter than everyone around her, with a height of 1.6 meters, even with combat boots, she is really nothing in front of these burly people.

But standing alone on the head of the empty city, she seemed to be extremely tall.

"Dak* Jialude?" She felt a strange feeling about this name.

There is a real afterglow of holiness on her body, and she will feel her strength just by seeing it. The first possibility they thought of, and the only possibility, was—is this a certain sage of the Church of the Holy Light?

Just behind the city wall on a high platform dedicated to trebuchets, Deriya found himself slipping: "Sorry, you are very similar to a lady we know. Which sage of the Church of the Holy Light are you?"

"Sage?" The woman knew that she was obviously misunderstood. She jumped ten meters high with an unusually quick and nimble jump, dodging the sandworm king's pounce in anger, and let the flying gravel hit her. She turned her head and smiled at Deriya: "Sorry! I'm not a sage, I'm just a country girl."

After all, she spun a dozen times in midair like a spinning top, wrapped the battle flag in her hand into a long spear, and the white gun light turned into heavy rain, and quickly pierced the sandworm king's thick shell.

"puff!"

"Aw--"

A carapace the size of a standard blackboard was split into a fishing net by the fierce gunshots, and the criss-crossing gunshots were exchanged for green flesh and blood shot out.

The white-armored woman frowned her beautiful golden eyebrows, and as a strange excuse, the foot armor wrapped in gold power ignited the splash of blood, and the whole person flew out of the battle circle like a cannonball.

In the next second, the pouring blood actually corroded the city wall solidified by the earth runes into potholes the size of water tanks.

Tell me, which village girl is so fierce?

Daria's next polite words were stuck in her throat.

"Ma'am! I'll help you—" Geralt fulfilled his responsibilities as the number two person very well. He made a volley leap, and his whole body looked like a red cloud, shooting flames towards the sandworm. King burns away.

The ideal is beautiful, but the reality is very skinny.

Don't look at the white-armored female saint who opened the sandworm's mouth with one blow, and someone else...

Well, where did you come from, where are you going.

The Worm King didn't even put his energy on Geralt, just a pincer on the giant sandworm's body twitched hard, and Geralt was hit back like a home run.

"Boom!" He smashed into a trebuchet tower, large blocks of bricks collapsed, splashing dust all over the sky, life and death were unknown.

Daria pursed her lips and sighed inwardly: the gap between the overlord and ordinary heroes is there, and the others are just delivering food. I'm afraid that there will be another anti-king...

Sometimes, I am really afraid of what will happen.

There was a flash of black light in the distance, which looked like the sky, but in fact it was a dark shadow coming at an extremely exaggerated speed in a certain space portal.

"Hey hey hey! Big bug, can't play anymore? Do you want dad to help you!" He was wrapped in black shadows, and he couldn't really see what the main body was.

"Get away—" Sandworm King made a gurgle-like sound from his throat.

The bickering is back to the bickering, the two guys are indeed from the same camp, and they immediately began to work together.

Later, the black figure rushed towards the female saint like lightning, and from the body that looked like a small black tornado, two strange scimitars popped out.

It is a bit inappropriate to say that it is a scimitar, because these two arc-shaped and notched crimson blades are actually inlaid on the opponent's dark soul-like arms. The arc-shaped blade slashed over, like pulling up a dizzying knife flower.

The attack speed is too high.

"Ding Dang Dang Dang Dang Dang Dang!" A string was chopped down, and there was an illusion that hundreds of people were using old-fashioned typewriters to type letters.

"Huh!" The female saint snorted coldly, and helplessly spun the battle flag spear at high speed, and was forced to enter the defense with a momentum that could not be splashed.

The anti-kings are obviously trying to overwhelm people with numbers.

The female saint was entangled, and the war behemoths like the Sandworm King began to destroy the defense line recklessly.

It is not a sandworm, suddenly there is a strange and shrill scream.

"Aww—"

The huge mouthparts bloom like five-leaf petals, revealing the inner structure of the scarlet mouth. As expected, it is a bloody mouth ten thousand times more terrifying than a meat grinder. In each lip, there is a Curved fangs as long as a spear.

What's even more horrific is that at the next moment, seven or eight sandworms with a size of a large circle jumped out of it.

These small sandworms are about seven to eighty meters long and about five meters in diameter. Even at this size, they cannot be resisted by the courageous Guardian soldiers around them.

"Ah, no!"

"Oh my God!"

There are soldiers crushed by the sandworms with their huge bodies everywhere. If they are unlucky, they will be caught by the sandworms and swallowed on the spot. From the five petals of the lips, I don't know how many broken limbs and flesh splashed out with blood.

Soldiers, the courage that was finally summoned by the female saint became meaningless in the face of the absolute strength of the enemy.

"Bastard——" Rachel, who was in the distance, of course knew that she should rush back. But she was dragged.

Even if the opponent's strength should not be as good as hers, stalking does not count, and there is blood, Rachel really can't kill the opponent for a while.

This is purely crushing by quantity.

"Don't be afraid!" the female saint shouted, and a more dazzling brilliance burst out from her body, and even the anti-king in front of her had to avoid her edge. Where this golden light shone, a miracle was born!

Heal the dead, live the bones!

As long as the guardian soldiers still breathed a sigh of relief, regardless of fractures and internal organs bleeding, they all found that their bodies began to heal rapidly.

A player saw this scene, and couldn't help throwing out a sentence: "Fuck! It's Dirty Mu!"

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