"However, we can't give up so easily!" Qin Lun's eyes flashed a gleam of coldness. The appearance of Wuka made him feel pure killing intent towards these elite reincarnators for the first time.
There is no room for compromise between the reincarnation and the apostle, especially an outstanding apostle like Qin Lun, regardless of this world, he will still be sent by the starry sky to hunt for death in the future. For elite reincarnators like Uka and Alice, it would be good to have one less, reducing potential hidden dangers.
"Lace, are you still fighting?" Qin Lun asked softly in the team channel.
"What's the matter, boss, do you need our support?" The female elf's playful laughter soon came from the channel.
"It looks like you're in a good mood, and you've gained a lot, right?" Qin Lun smiled, "I'm giving you a gift. I injured an opponent with fairly good strength just now, but I don't have time to pursue it, so I'll leave it to you to deal with it." !"
"Oh, where is the general location?" Lai Si asked happily. The reincarnated people who Qin Lun said are not bad will naturally have richer wealth and have suffered serious injuries. Of course, she is willing to accept this big gift.
Qin Lun made a mark on the map of the city center that appeared in the team channel, and completely put this matter aside. Although Laisi has a bit of bad taste sometimes, but this girl is very smart and knows how to choose. Even if Alice gets reinforcements, she shouldn't be in danger.
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"My lord, it's in that direction, and that's the commander..." Standing on the top of a dilapidated building, Anpu identified the direction and pointed to the right of the edge of the battle circle, but just after the young man said something, his eyes turned He froze, opened his mouth wide and couldn't speak.
"Hey, the sacred object you are referring to is probably this thing!" Qin Lun's face was very ugly, looking down at the huge thing in the air. Only Mrs. Monica was unmoved, looking at the spectacle in front of her with great interest.
In mid-air about a hundred meters above the ground, there is a flying battleship with a strange shape.
This battleship is 100 meters long and about 50 meters wide. It looks like a crustacean insect and looks very cute. Not only are there three pairs of insect-like black and shiny limbs on both sides of the hull, which are covered with thick armored carapaces, but also the ramming angle split at the top of the head is exactly the same as the unicorn's unicorn.
The point is that the image of the battleship, coupled with An Pu's previous narration, has to make people think of a certain Christian relic—the scarab!
"No, it's not!" Anpu wiped the cold sweat from his forehead, his eyes rolled straight, observed for a while, and suddenly exclaimed in surprise, "My lord, this must be an artificial creation! Look... its body There are several pairs of turbine engines below, and the bridge with a glass shield on the head must not be a scarab, ahaha, hahaha... "
Qin Lun raised his head, still expressionless. After a moment of observation, he also confirmed that this flying battleship should not be a real scarab, but just resembles it. Those pairs of turbine engines did not know what kind of fuel they used, and the flames at the nozzles were purple and black. At first glance, they thought it was the natural texture of the insect's abdomen.
As for the unicorn horn on the top of the battleship, which looks like a unicorn fairy, it seems to be some kind of large-caliber artillery. If the designer of this battleship is not very wicked, then it is probably a fake image of a scarab.
"Why are you so happy! If you can't prove the existence of the holy object, then you will have to kill you!" Qin Lun looked at the battleship in the sky and twitched his face. His head was amused before he attacked this thing.
"Wait, Gerthard, he didn't lie to you. There is indeed a Christian relic on this battleship. I can feel the breath of an old friend!" The Sandstorm Queen suddenly frowned, and her face slowly became serious. , staring at the insect battleship.
"Old friend? The monk from the Holy See who hunted and killed you before?" Qin Lun immediately understood the meaning of Mrs. Monica's words.
"Well, he noticed us, it's best to get out of here first!" Mrs. Monica looked back, bit her lower lip, and said anxiously.
"Oh?!" Qin Lun narrowed his eyes slightly. He was very interested in a character that even the Queen of Sandstorm would be afraid of.
Qin Lun raised his head, and the yin-yang fish pattern in his left eye flickered with a mysterious light, and the perception in the void instantly condensed into a bundle, and threw it towards the bridge of the battleship.
The battleship was at an altitude of hundreds of meters, and the straight-line distance from them to the bridge was more than two hundred meters. Qin Lun's perception itself can't reach this far, but thanks to the glass shield structure of the bridge, and now the night sky is full of red clouds illuminated by the flames of war, his eyesight after enhanced perception can barely see clearly what is inside the bridge. scenery.
Excluding the busy figures and equipment running vaguely in the bridge, only five or six people standing at the front of the shield can see their faces clearly. One of them, a young man with a ponytail and a bishop's uniform, seemed to be their leader, pointing at the burning city of London with excitement.
Standing beside him was a white-haired young man with a bible in his hand and an indifferent expression. The white-haired young man was wearing a white monk's uniform with a hood and a hemp rope around his waist. He was looking in the direction of Qin Lun and the others from the air.
The young man had a handsome face, his slightly thin cheeks seemed to be chiseled, maybe it was because of the reflection of the fire, his broad forehead seemed to be shining with a layer of holy white light.
Just looking at him across the air, Qin Lun's restless mood inexplicably calmed down, and the previously high desire to fight quickly subsided, and even a sense of war weariness arose.
Qin Lun was slightly startled, and couldn't help looking away. Just as soon as he looked away, he felt a burst of strong anger spontaneously from the bottom of his heart, suddenly raised his head, and met the young man's gaze again.
Seeing the enemy's actions, the white-haired young man on the bridge frowned slightly, made a solemn cross on his chest, turned around and left, no longer paying attention to Qin Lun and others.
"Hmph!" Qin Lun snorted coldly, and was about to look away, but suddenly raised his eyebrows in surprise, and a somewhat familiar figure flashed away in the crowd behind the two leaders.
"Interesting!" Qin Lun's eyes flashed, and the corners of his mouth slowly curled up in a strange arc.
"Gerthard, it's time for us to go. That person is staring at us and coming this way." The Queen of Sandstorm looked at the direction of the battleship vigilantly and said nervously.
"Hmm!" Qin Lun quickly noticed a small light helicopter flying out of the battleship and heading towards them. In addition to the pilot, there are several other people on the helicopter. One of the breaths makes people feel peaceful and calm. It is so special in this hell-like battlefield, and it is really hard to ignore.
"Although I didn't see the sacred object with my own eyes, your previous information should be correct. Our contract is over here, you go!" Qin Lun turned his head and said lightly, which immediately made Amp breathe a sigh of relief and hugged him. The wife who fell into a coma again quickly left.
"Gerthard, you go first, I'll stop them, otherwise the speed of the sandstorm and whirlwind will not be able to get rid of the helicopter!" Monica looked back worriedly, and pushed Qin Lun away with a smile.
"Hehe, I'm not going to..." Qin Lun showed a slight smile on his face, and suddenly his whole body shook, and he stretched out his hand to hold Monica. At the same time, the Sandstorm Queen seemed to have sensed something, and turned her head to look north with a solemn expression.
"Boom!" In the north direction where they were, a blood-red beam of light shot up from the ground, cutting through the night like a sharp axe, and turning the clouds reflecting the firelight into a terrifying vortex.
The pillar of blood lasted for a short time, and dissipated after a few seconds. An invisible shock wave spread out around the pillar of blood. This shock wave was invisible and qualityless, but many ordinary humans hiding nearby covered their hearts and fell to the ground with pale faces.
Some British people who had been injured or had heart problems even passed out directly. Even the superhumans in the city felt their hearts constrict suddenly, and the blood all over their bodies flowed upstream, and their bodies were almost uncontrollable for a moment.
"This is..." Qin Lun looked in the direction of the blood column, his gaze flickered slightly, "Major Montana, you succeeded! That woman from Integula liberated Alcatel..."
"Gerthard, that person is heading north!" The Queen of Sandstorm looked at the helicopter that turned around and left, and let out a sigh of relief.
"Monica, is that ascetic monk really so powerful? Could it be that the two of us can't deal with him?" Qin Lun frowned slightly. Although the white-haired young man made him feel very special, the peaceful and peaceful aura was nothing deterrent. Strength, can't appreciate the specific strength of that person.
"That person..." The Queen of Sandstorm had a strange expression on her face, she glanced at the gradually shrinking helicopter with fear, and whispered, "Gerthard, have you heard the legend of King Arthur and the Knights of the Round Table?"
"King Arthur and the Knights of the Round Table?" Qin Lun looked at the woman beside him in surprise, and asked incredulously, "Of course I've heard of it, but... are they still alive?"
Qin Lun's surprise was not unreasonable. King Arthur and the Knights of the Round Table were just legends, and he didn't even know if there were real people. Historians speculate that they lived around the sixth century A.D., more than 1,500 years ago.
Although these people may have been superhuman in some sense at the time, it's hard to imagine them still alive today.
"The origin of that person is very mysterious, and he is very powerful. When the Holy See chased me down, he appeared twice as a heretic inquisitor. At that time, I was a nobleman with many guards around me, so I relied on the guards' help twice. sacrificed and survived."
Monica's expression was filled with fear and hatred that could not be concealed, "Since then, I have collected information about this person for a while. It's just strange that no one in the monastery he lives in knows his origin .”
"What does that have to do with the legend of King Arthur?" Qin Lun asked with some doubts.
"Because I have inspected the monastery where he lives, it is said that it is the retreat residence of Lancelot Dulac, the first knight of the round table, and I found in an ancient book of the monastery that every pope of the previous generation has visited him , and call him Friar Lancelot."
Mrs. Monica said with a wry smile, "I have witnessed two funerals of this man with my own eyes, but after each funeral, there will be another boy with a face that is 80% similar to him in the monastery. But this man has always been lonely, Not only has he never been married, but no descendants have visited him, it is really weird!"