As the power of holy worshipping the good from the saint Mark spread, platinum golden light broke through the clouds and the twisted void like a meteor shower, and directly guided the master's call to the seventh level of heaven. The heroes who were supposed to participate in the Holy Grail War in the caster rank were all replaced by Jesus' disciples.

According to records, Jesus went out to the mountain to pray and prayed to God all night. At dawn, he called his disciples and selected twelve people from among them and called them apostles, respectively, representing the twelve factions of the church and the supreme glory of God. Although unlike Matthew and Mark, the gospel saints who came directly from the Mount of Heaven, they only influenced the heroic spirits condensed from the legend of the plane itself through the power of sage, it also means that the will of heaven continues to spread in this plane axis.

In the plane adjacent to Marco's death, the sky was quietly enveloped like a pure white curtain. Straws of light occasionally slashed through the clouds and sprinkled on the earth. The little loli in her dress with blue and purple eyes were respectively wrapped in a silver-white windbreaker and a tall woman in a magic ball hidden in the air. A light blue barrier with complex geometric patterns appeared all over her body completely blocked the pure white outside.

In the battlefield below, a giant man as burly as a bear was surrounded by a dozen knights holding cross swords. The knights were covered with silver-white knight armor. Even though the neck and elbows were wrapped in silver chain mail, the giant man was just wearing a breastplate, and almost all of his skin was exposed. The collision between his body, which was as thick as a copper-iron color and the cold and solid blade armor became more and more intense.

Under normal circumstances, heroes are all separate. Even if the king's army that conquered the king only summoned their own legion in the barrier, the knights in front of them seemed to be like Hassan's assassin. Although they had an absolute advantage in number, the battle situation showed a one-sided torture like a tiger entering a flock of sheep.

Although he was wearing heavy armor all over his body, the figure of the giant man was still far larger than these knights. Moreover, the cross-sword with the two-handed sword that was originally cut into a murderous weapon seemed so slender compared to the giant sword in his hand. The intertwined blood and sweat, the force erupted from this furious body became stronger and stronger. The situation that could have been even stable is now impossible to continue to support it.

After the giant man took a big step forward with his left foot, he connected his waist, shoulders and arms, and ordered the giant sword in his hand to draw a semicircle in the air. The storm-like magic turbulence actually drove the White Armored Crusaders backwards, but cross swords attacked from all directions.

"Haha, are these weak and timid guys your support? The waste can only gather with the waste to keep warm, but no matter how many sheep gather, it is impossible to resist the wolf's claws and fangs!"

As the giant laughed, a bloodthirsty light emanated from his eyes. He immediately ignored the cross keys attacking from behind, and turned around and chopped the three white armored knights in front of him to the ground. If it weren't for the characteristics of the heroic spirit, even the sword and armor would have been broken long ago. However, despite this, there were still cracks on the silver-white armor that could not be eliminated during the flow of magic.

"Although it is impossible to determine the detailed information, the white robe and tower shield embroidered with a blood-colored cross on the left shoulder should be the Knights Templar. However, this berserker looks really interesting. Even if Hercules is not bound by the sermon, he may not be his opponent."

Although the girl, who looks about thirteen or fourteen years old, looks as delicate and cute as a doll, her body exudes a lofty indifference and coldness. It seems that only when she looks at the woman beside her, she will have a little warmth flashing in her eyes.

"That's a demigod hero under the Zhili of the Temple of Heroes, who belongs to the Nordic camp. If other heroes can only exert about 80% of their strength at most, and their abilities from myths and fantasies will be suppressed, then this is a tough character who can exert 120% of his strength, oh? This demigod hero seems to be very unhappy with this knight's order, but it's no wonder, the Crusaders and the Knights Templars, I didn't expect that these despicable, dirty and greedy miscellaneous pieces are worse than Hassan..."

While a tall woman in a silver-white windbreaker spoke, the Crusaders seemed to be unable to resist. The fiery red and fiery magic that burned like flames made the giant man look even more terrifying. Each sword could sweep the knights around him like a ball. Even if he had to rely on the number of people to attack one after another, he was beaten up by his backhand, and there was no room for a counterattack at all.

"Begging for mercy, why don't you beg for mercy? Isn't your best attitude to abandon the glory of being a warrior after being defeated, begging others for forgiveness, and then use your forgiven lives to attack others again and again!"

After the giant raised the leading crusaders with one arm, he continued to roar: "I! Beowulf, who had killed all the giant tribes in Orkney, once smashed the heads of the sea monsters in the sea, and cut off the heads of the fire-breathing dragon in Yeat. Today, he was going to compete with you maggots who defiled the glory of the warriors for the Holy Grail in the name of heroic spirits. What an insult. Kneel down and pray for my forgiveness, maggots!"

"Lancer's identity can basically be confirmed. He should be the most famous Dragon Knight in Europe. There is nothing wrong with Ascalon's gun in charge of St. George, plus Matthew, the caster's gospel who first established his identity..."

A shadow suddenly appeared around the girl. The content of the words made the tall woman in a silver-white windbreaker faintly outline a sarcastic arc of sarcasm: "Are we entering a plane that was invaded by heaven? But this is just right..."

"It's just right? Sister Lan, are you referring to Nana's angel arrival hunting plan? But looking at the performance of these crusaders, they may not be able to meet your expectations."

Zhao Yingkong said with a little surprise: "Although the erosion of heaven is indeed easier to summon angels on this plane, according to the development of the war, the Crusaders could not pose any threat to Beowulf. Even St. George may not be of much use, once they are driven out of this plane..."

"Sakura, don't underestimate these servants in heaven, especially this time Jesus personally took action, I'm worried that once the Archangel arrives, they collude with these saints and knights. After all, this world is no more than before, and the bondage on us is too great."

Erona shook her head and said, although her eyes were full of disgust when she looked at these crusaders, there was a vague feeling in it.

"Indeed, the constraints of the world order in this world are much greater than any of the previous ones. Those who are bound to do their best cannot fully exert their strength. The realm can only be expressed in the form of an inherent barrier. The bonus of the treasures obtained by your lovesickness, Nana's slabs and my Sage Stone are not as good as those of the heroes born in myths or legends. However, in contrast, the existences in the higher planes must be much more bound to it."

A smile appeared on Zhan Lan's face: "It's okay if you think Marco, Matthew or John, who already have legendary support, came by the legendary projection of this plane. Angels are completely fantasy heroes. In addition, Urie is an archangel who was born directly in heaven. The order of heaven is incompatible with the temple of the Nordic divine realm. Under normal circumstances, it is absolutely impossible to descend this plane. If we take this opportunity, even if the archangel descends, it will be just a giant beast forcibly stuffed into an iron cage. It is impossible to move forward under the imprisonment of the order of planes."

Almost as Zhan Lan, Arona and Zhao Yingkong finished speaking, the battle situation below took a tremendous reversal. A door made of light slowly opened, and the Crusaders rushed over from all directions like a tide. As the number continued to increase, the originally faint white light on each Crusader gradually became brighter and brighter.
Chapter completed!