"Huh..."
After returning to the room, Fang Li lay directly on the bed, closed his eyes, and let out a sigh of relief.
Did not temper the star power.
There is no plan to recharge.
Just want to lie down purely.
"Tomorrow… ?"
The battle plan has been drawn up.
With Joan of Arc, an excellent leader in history, this kind of large-scale war should not require much attention from Fang Li.
However, if you want to say that you are completely relieved, it will not be enough.
After all, this time the opponent is not a character who can handle it casually.
"Zheng..."
When Fang Li was thinking about these things, there seemed to be a burst of light in the room.
But before Fangli opened his eyes, a soft body with a familiar temperature lay in his arms.
"Thinking about tomorrow?"
The sweet voice that can attract billions of fans all over the world echoed gently in Fang Li's ears.
This voice, even if you don't have to guess, Fang Li knows who its owner is.
Therefore, Fang Li gave up his plan to open his eyes and directly stretched out his hand to hug the girl lying in his arms.
"No way." Fang Li sighed and said, "This time, even I dare not say that I will win?"
The largest group of Red Apostles in modern times—"Masquerade Ball".
There are many powerful demon kings headed by the three pillars, and among them there are even assassins like Shaburak that can be comparable to Hekadi, Belle Peroulu, and even Shudenan.
In addition, Feikelu, who has the name of the iron wall, and a large number of Apostles of the Red World are gathering from all over the world.
To be honest, facing such a terrifying army, the Huo Mist Warriors had no advantage from the beginning.
"The difference in number is still too much after all." Fang Li analyzed: "Not to mention the large number of Red World Apostles and even the Red World Demon King, but the phosphorus produced by those disciples is also a huge number."
Although, in front of the Fire Mist Warrior, the Phosphorus is too small after all, and any novice can defeat the mere Phosphorus, but in the face of a huge number, there is still a great danger.
Not to mention, there is also a special existence among phosphorus.
Like the Phosphorus named Marian that the "hunters" fell in love with in the past, he possesses extremely high intelligence and can use treasures to fight, even if the fire and mist fighters are against it, it is also very big. May lose.
Such phosphors, even if they are not many, are only one ten-thousandth, under the enormous number, they can also show considerable combat power.
Under such circumstances, there are countless red world apostles from all over the world, coupled with various red world demon kings known for their power, the size of the army that is about to face here can be understood by thinking about it.
On the other hand, the number of Huowu Warriors is definitely not as high as the opposite.
The only thing that can conclude a contract with humans and turn humans into fire-mist fighters is the existence of the devil's level.
The Red Devil was originally a rare individual who was famous for its huge power.
As a result, the Fire Mist Warriors are naturally lacking in number.
At least, according to Freda's statistics, there will be about 10,000 fire and fog fighters on the battlefield by then.
"Ten thousand fire and fog fighters, against the Red Apostle army, which has at least a hundred or even a thousand times more troops than themselves, this war will be unexpectedly cruel?"
Fang Li points out like this.
"In fact, if it were not for Joan, the odds of winning on the side of the Fire Mist Warrior would never exceed 10%."
Unless Alastor in Shana's body is fully revealed, using the power of Heaven's Punishment that destroys the world.
Otherwise, the odds of winning on the side of the Fire Mist Warrior are so low.
But this result was Shana's death.
The battle in Xingli Palace half a year ago was only an incomplete manifestation of Alastor.
If Alastor fully manifested his power, Shana would die no matter how big it was.
That's right.
Just like the "scorching-eyed killer" of the predecessor in the Great War hundreds of years ago.
For Fang Li's calculations, not only Silvia understood, but Jean also understood.
"It is for this reason that we have the opportunity to use our power."
Jeanne's voice came from the necklace in front of Silvia.
"The three huge advantages you have prepared for the Fire Mist Warriors have greatly improved the odds of winning. Our chances of winning are definitely more than half."
This is a very objective statement, and it is not that Joan is comforting.
Knowing how well Fang Li is prepared, Joan can say with certainty that as long as there are no accidents, the odds of the Fire Mist Warrior are definitely not low.
But…
"At best, it's just that the creation god didn't make a move..."
Fang Li spoke in a low voice.
Jeanne was also silent.
Yes.
This odds of winning can only be established without the creation of God.
If the creation god makes a move, if you want to win, there are only two ways.
One: Alastor's full manifestation.
Two: Fangli liberates the limitations of the magic eye, and even uses the power of the stigmata.
The former means Shana's death.
The latter means the death of Fang Li.
On either side, sacrifices are destined.
It is precisely because of this that Joan sincerely hopes that he will be able to start the second phase of the "Masquerade Ball", which is to go to the gap between the two worlds and retrieve the body of the "Snake of Sacrifice."
Now, it is a race against time.
After all, did the creation of God return first
Or should "that thing" be sent to other places around the world first, to take a firm step towards the victory of the Fire Mist Warriors
It depends on whether Fang Li's preparations were faster, or Belle Peolo's strategy was faster.
Thinking of this, Fang Li opened his eyes.
What appeared in front of him was the cyan eyes looking at him, and Silvia's pretty face, who showed the most beautiful smile to him.
Holding this most beautiful lover, Fang Li couldn't help but smile when she looked at Silvia's moving eyes.
Immediately, one turned over and pressed down the lover in his arms.
"Ugh?"
This is Silvia's exclamation.
"Huh? Huh?"
This is the sound of Joan's emotions full of consternation, panic, and bewilderment.
Looking at Silvia, who seemed to realize something with her eyes wide open, Fang Li showed a nasty smile just like when the other party teased herself.
Immediately afterwards, Fang Li took off the necklace in front of Silvia, and said to Joan with a smile.
"Can't you watch the next thing?"
In a word, he told Silvia and Joan what Fang Li planned to do.
"wait wait wait!"
"You... You said you can't see... !? But... But I'm in Silvi's body...! I can still see... !"
Silvia and Jeanne screamed in red at the same time.
Especially Joan.
It is said that she can see, but in fact, Joan, who is one body with Silvia, can even fully feel it, just like experiencing it in person.
How can Joan not panic
But Fang Li turned a deaf ear.
"Maybe you might die tomorrow?"
Fang Li smiled and said such words.
"I don't want to leave any regrets."
The nonchalantly ridiculous speech made Silvia and Jeanne's intention to resist suddenly and completely disintegrated.
"what… "
With the exclamation of not knowing who made it, the quilt was covered on Fangli and Silvia.
Before long, the clothes started to fly out.
…
"!?"
In Silvia's body, Jeanne squatted down again.
"no, do not want… "
In a crying voice, Joan was dominated by extreme shame and feelings.
If possible, Joan really wants to escape.
But when he remembered that Fang Li and Silvia were lovers after all, and that he shouldn't be an obstacle between the two at all, Jeanne gave up half of them.
The other half was just the words of Fang Li.
"I don't want to leave regrets..."
Thinking back to this sentence, the other half also gave up.
"Why is this..."
This was the last cry of Joan of Arc.
On this day, the saint also fell.