"Hahaha!"
Ren Jianmo suddenly laughed out loud.
Ji Thrush rarely heard Ren Jianmo laugh like this.
At this moment, an angel with a long sword in his hand rushed forward, Ren Jianmo pulled the reins, the dragon's head lifted up under his control, the bat-like wings spread out, and a parabolic line was drawn in midair, which was overwhelming. Wiping the edge of the angel's sword fell down.
"You come to control the dragon."
Ren Jianmo handed over the reins.
Ji Xiaoniao: "!!"
Just as he was about to ask "what should I do", the beauty Ren of his family had already wrenched her feet out of the pedals, and she couldn't help but stuff the rope to him.
Ji Thrush had no choice but to grab the reins, kick off the pedals, and using both hands and feet, climbed to the front very dangerously, completed a position exchange with Ren Jianmo, and took over his task of controlling the dragon.
The flying speed of the flying dragon is actually very fast.
If you compare the various flying tools that the season thrush has seen on the battlefield these days, the flying dragon is faster than birds such as white cranes and goshawks, and only slightly inferior to flying swords. Compared with the birds, it is also faster. There are great advantages.
Ji Xiaoniao has never ridden a dragon before, so he can only use his experience in riding a horse to catch a duck at a critical moment.
Fortunately, Feilong was more obedient than he imagined.
Or it should be said that it's not that Feilong is obedient, but that Ren Jianmo's mind control has reached the point of perfection, and even such a fierce behemoth has been tamed by him.
With a flexible flying skill that is not commensurate with its oversized body, the flying dragon tosses and turns in mid-air, sometimes rushes, and sometimes brakes suddenly, like a black shadow, its speed is dazzling.
Season thrush tried to make the dragon approach Lancelot while dodging the besieging angels.
But the Angels seemed to figure out what they wanted to do pretty quickly.
More white shadows gathered from all directions, and the encirclement became smaller and smaller, Ji Thrush didn't know where else to let the dragon fly.
—It seems that we can only come hard!
As soon as Ji thrush gritted his teeth, he planned to rush over directly.
At this moment, the flying dragon suddenly raised its head, and spewed a fiery dragon's breath towards a group of angels in front of it.
The battle angels of the Kingdom of God are not afraid of ordinary flames, but they do not include dragon flames that have magical powers.
Seeing the pillar of fire approaching, the angels instinctively scattered to avoid it.
The two at the front were too close to dodge, their wings were set alight on the spot, and they fell down like two burning meteorites.
"Yo ha!"
Ji Thrush cheered.
If it weren't for the wrong situation, he would have wanted to call this flying dragon a brother and brother, patting the dragon's neck and shouting "Brother, well done".
However, as they got closer to Lancelot, the angels became more and more frantic.
They no longer carried out the task of sweeping and clearing the field that they had received, but instead flew back, like moths throwing fire, with the scalding dragon's breath, scrambling to rush towards the threat.
Ren Jianmo unwrapped his two long swords and knelt on the dragon's back.
An angel held a long sword high, and fell straight down in the posture of an eagle hitting the sky. The blade of the sword reflected the light of the morning sun, as if it wanted to split the man on the dragon's back in half.
Ren Jianmo stepped on the pedal, using one foot as a fulcrum, and suddenly stood up.
"Clang!"
The two swords smashed together.
The thundering sword of the Killing Angel was unexpectedly swung by Ren Jianmo, the momentum was unsteady, his body was turned sideways, and half of his body was wide open.
"Shua!"
Ren Jianmo made another backhand strike.
The sword moved extremely fast, as fast as electricity, in the eyes of ordinary people, only the afterimage of the sword cutting through the air can be seen.
Such a quick sword, but its power is not compromised at all.
The sword edge broke through the angel's holy light barrier, and cut off half of his wings neatly.
Angels are servants made by the Lord, they have flesh but no blood.
The blood splatter that Ji Thrush had expected did not appear, and the angel with the broken wing did not even let out a half-scream before falling from mid-air.
-Pretty! !
Ji Xiaoniao applauded loudly in her heart.
At the same time, he pulled the rein hard, causing the flying dragon to shake its neck nearly 180 degrees, and the dragon's breath was like a fan, sweeping down a group of bird people.
"Walk!"
Ren Jianmo urged:
"Get as close as possible!"
Ji Thrush didn't know what the big beauty Ren's plan was, but he still used Long Yan to clear the way without any hesitation, and rushed straight forward.
The two were quite close to Lancelot.
However, the Holy Son seemed to have nothing to do with himself at all, not only did his face remain unchanged, he didn't even lift his eyelids, he just chanted scriptures wholeheartedly.
He is now in a state of "god descending".
Even gods are restricted by the laws of this world. Too much power cannot cross the wall of the plane. If you want to forcibly merge the two worlds, you must wait for an opportunity, such as a specific time, place, celestial phenomenon, and force field. and the corresponding medium.
For the Holy Lord, Lancelot, who was born with a strong affinity for the Holy Light, was the most suitable medium for him at this time.
He wants to use the body of the Holy Son to transfer part of his divine power to this world, and use this to tear the wall of the plane, and integrate the "God Kingdom" that should have existed in another space here.
This "container" used by the gods as a medium must be strong enough to hold enough power.
Moreover, merging the two worlds is actually an extremely difficult and extremely dangerous thing.
As the container, the "Holy Son" must concentrate and focus most of his divine power on tearing apart the space, which will also make him quite fragile.
So as early as when the scriptures were written, the Holy Lord put the oracle into it.
He asked his pious lambs to launch the Eastern Expedition in advance, clear all obstacles in this land in advance, and give Him a safe environment.
It's a pity that the Holy Court's Eastern Expedition was delayed again and again by the stubborn heretics, until the day when the Kingdom of God came, and it was only worthwhile to cross the Huanghe River.
But the matter has come to this point, and the arrow has to be fired.
Even the Holy Lord who claims to be omniscient and omnipotent can only choose to send thousands of killing angels to sweep away all living creatures in a radius of a hundred miles during the "God's Descend", so as to ensure that his precious "container" will not be destroyed. hurt.
Now, seeing the dragon approaching, the angels hesitated no more.
Using their bodies as shields, they surrounded Lancelot like an iron bucket, impenetrable.
Ji Thrush reckoned that based on the thickness of the white human wall, even if the black dragon rushed over with full power, it would be sliced into dragon flesh by the chaotic sword.
What's more, this dragon is not the only one on the battlefield at this time.
The flying dragon that was originally guarding the high platform had killed them directly below them at some point. It was folding its wings, its legs were raised high, and its sharp claws were facing the soft belly of its kind. come over.
- Do you want to hide?
— or rushed over!
Ji Thrush held the rein tightly, two completely different thoughts flashed in his mind for a moment.
But in fact, he didn't choose any of them.
Because Ren Jianmo behind him suddenly held his hand.
A voice came silently into Ji Thrush's mind.
Very short, only two words.
-"do not move."
So Ji Thrush obediently remained motionless.
Ren Jianmo stood up.
The hunting wind raised his long hair like a flag fluttering in the wind.
The pupil of Ren Jianmo's right eye faded in an instant.
The ink-like pure black turned into a light amber color, and that color was lighter and lighter than any time he used his ability before, almost approaching the color of platinum.
At this moment, he released "God said there would be light" to the extreme.
The invisible mental force field centered on Ren Jianmo and radiated out in an instant. The range was so wide that even the second young master of the Dong family who was hiding outside to control the zombie army could hear his voice.
Ren Jianmo's instructions were short and simple.
Still two words.
-"do not move."
Lancelot after the "God Descends" of the Holy Lord, or the power of the Holy Light emitted through his body, itself has a very strong influence on the human spirit.
As early as when the Holy Son began to recite the scriptures, except for the zombies without self-awareness and those strong enough mentally tough, ordinary people, regardless of enemy or friend, all lay on the ground on the battlefield.
Ren Jianmo used his abilities at this time, trying to completely overwhelm the influence of the Holy Son, and temporarily control everything on the battlefield. It was really a very risky act.
The moment he heard Ren Dameier's voice, the second young master of the Dong family was suffocated and dizzy. Two completely different mental forces impacted his brain, almost smashing his brain into a paste.
But because Ren Jianmo told him to "don't move", he couldn't even hug his head and scream, and when he rolled his eyes, he completely lost consciousness.
After losing the controller, the zombies also fell to the ground directly, falling down and not moving.
Not only him, on the battlefield of hundreds of thousands of people, no one moved.
The angels in the sky stopped flapping their wings, and after losing their power, they all fell straight down from midair, crackling like dumplings.
—Ren Jianmo actually did it!
…
Apart from Ren Dameier, Ji Xiaoniao and the dragon they were riding were probably the only ones who could move at this time.
Ji Thrush made a decisive decision, pulled the reins, controlled the flying dragon, and rushed towards Lancelot with all his strength.
With no obstacles, the flying dragon only needs one breath to cross the last distance.
The thrush was only ten meters away from Lancelot.
The beautiful young man with a holy light all over his body finally raised his eyes, a pair of pupils looked straight over, they were as clear as washing, bluer than the clear sky.
At the same moment, Ren Jianmo handed something to Ji Thrush.
Ji Xiaoniao took it and found that it turned out to be a huge scythe with a length of two meters.
That is the weapon formed by "all creatures".
In an instant, Ji Thrush understood what Ren Jianmo meant.
—Okay, leave it to me!
He answered in his heart.
Ji Thrush let go of the rein, stood up like Ren Jianmo, and held the long sickle in his hand.
The two electric mirrors hanging on his waist made a crackling sound, and the lightning flowed along his body to the sickle, entangled more and more around the blade, and soon condensed into a huge platinum ball of light.
The brightness of the electro-optical ball is astonishing, even better than Lancelot who is also surrounded by holy light.
But Ji Thrush still draws more lightning power from the electric mother mirror.
The excessive electric energy scorched Ji Thrush's skin, almost bursting the invisible "battery" in his body.
— Only one chance!
Ji Thrush said to himself.
Then, he raised the sickle high, swung it vigorously, and chopped it down on Lancelot's neck!