In the Iron Tree Fort, in the county town, several lichs were walking on the street, next to them were monks wearing black robes.

Xunshan Secretariat.

It was rumored that it was established in the Middle Ages, and the secret societies that were not revealed until the 19th century, and even the world has doubts about their existence. Isaac Newton, Victor Hugo and Leonardo da Vinci were all members of this place.

No one knows the truth except insiders, but their ability to appear in the mirror world is already represented. The identity of the Xunshan Secretariat was recognized by European exorcists.

"Gilles, don't you monks like you like to talk?"

A burly young man, wearing a cross ornament, hugged the back of his head with both arms, looked at the black-robed exorcist while walking.

"Gao Wen, the time for the Xunshan Secretariat is precious. If you feel you have nothing to do, go to the room to rest, okay?"

The black-robed exorcist looked at the young man, and the young man smiled: "If I had known that you would have partnered with Monotios, you would definitely like his style."

Giles was stunned and couldn't speak for a long time.

He has always been proud of being the Holy Mountain Cultivator, where he experienced a whole new world. This time he followed the instructions and assisted these lichs. He wanted to see what was amazing about the Eastern Exorcists. The legendary description of them was so powerful that Giles felt that he was no worse than them.

But before entering Heim's underworld, Giles's worldview collapsed.

Let’s not talk about the Eastern Exorcists, even if they are European Exorcists, there are so many guys he doesn’t know and are so powerful.

Menotios mentioned by Gauven is one of them.

Monotios of the Temple of the Gods, 26 years old, practices Greek secret arts, violence, madness, and is simply not like a human.

Giles has seen it with his own eyes that he can fight three alternate Paladins alone.

That is the Knight Templar of the Holy See! The words added to the next two words are, that is, they have not broken through to the Holy Soul Realm. It is only a matter of time.

The three alternate knights were so hammered that even their mother could not recognize them. It is said that other exorcists also had no choice but to use Monotios.

This fact made Giles sigh in his heart. Even Gao Wen next to him had the same strength as himself, which made him very depressed.

"Van Helsing, who is not sure to win in that Greek violent maniac, may you borrow him to suppress me? Gowen, I heard that your leader is also very powerful. Has he ever compared with Monotios?" Giles looked at the young man next to him and asked indifferently.

Gao Wen smiled awkwardly: "Our leader was once taught a lesson by an old man from the East. He had no confidence, and most of them were not as good as him."

After Gao Wen finished speaking, he was shocked in his head, turned around with anger, suddenly stunned, and said with a smirk: "Boss..."

In front of Gao Wen was a young brown-haired man with messy hair and a sloppy odor on his body. He smelled alcohol all over and said with a calm face: "Let that violent maniac come over, I can hit him ten!"

Behind the brown-haired youth, a mocking voice appeared: "Do you dare to make such a big talk after inheriting the light of the knights of Lancelot?"

Giles was stunned and his boss came.

In an instant, the leader of the Xunshan Cultivator and the Knights of the Round Table arrived, but they didn't even feel when the other party came.

The brown-haired young man curled his lips: "Hezlitt, you can't run like a sissy, it's best to hide when you start a war, otherwise you will be scared by the Eastern Exorcists and the zombies to pee your pants, and you will be killed by the Xunshan Monastery."

Hazlitt has long hair and looks a little delicate, but has a tall figure and anger in his eyes: "Little Lanlan, I believe in God for so many years. You are the first round table knight I have ever seen who was kidnapped by the Black Souls. It's so great."

The brown-haired young man was furious: "That was when I was six years old! They were trying to blackmail! And, that was just a group of black umbrella mercenaries!"

The two started arguing, Giles and Gowen looked at each other and smiled bitterly, and the lichs next to them were also worried.

Why do you think that these exorcists are a bit unreliable?

...

In another county, a flying zombie-level lich was held in his hands by a thin young man.

"I warn you that if you dare to sway in front of me with a gun, I will squeeze your head!"

The lich was extremely frightened and was thrown aside, and the hunting rifle was also stepped in half.

Next to the thin young man, a Nordic woman in a white robe, painted with tears, said to the mirror: "Monotios, you are a little too vigilant, you are just a group of poor vassals. The snow demon once guided us to be tolerant of everything in the world."

"Raisha, you can go back to the Siberian ice field to serve your Snow Demon, instead of pointing at me here!" The thin young man hammered the makeup box and growled.

The Nordic woman in white robe said angrily: "It's unreasonable! You should be a gentleman, not a violent maniac! Just like Lancelot, Hazlitt is much more cultivated than you."

"Then you are so unfortunate that you were assigned to me."

The thin young man had already slammed the door and left, and he didn't like nagging women.

...

The Xunshan Secret Cultivation Society, the Round Table Knights, the Soul-Purification Society, and the Temple of the Gods were divided into two groups to join different lich forces. Unfortunately, they bid farewell to the large army that day and crashed into the mirror world in the east.

It seems that our support is far away, but fortunately, the strength of the Iron Tree Fort and the Duchy of Sled is not weak, at least it has the strength to compete. They plan to take the initiative when the Eastern Zombies and Exorcists fail to react!

The arrangements of the Ghost Council this time are very appropriate. Exorcists who are good at close-up and spells are in the same group, providing them with a glimmer of vitality.

If they can't beat it, they can at least run away, at least that's what they think.

...

...

In the afternoon, I could only feel the sunlight was weaker and I couldn't see the sun.

The pointer pointed to eight o'clock, and the Nordic woman in white robe came to the thin young man's room and said, "Monotios, it's time to meet with Hazlit, Lancelot and others."

The thin young man put on a Greek robe and straw sandals and followed. As for the olive branch crown, I'm sorry, he did not come this time to create peace.

The wasteland in the middle of the two counties is solemn and slaughtering.

Sixty flying zombie-level lichs, more than five hundred hairy zombie-level lichs, and nearly a thousand other levels of lichs are ready to go.

There are hundreds of motorcycles and off-road vehicles, and many of them are infantrymen, but they cannot dispel their enthusiasm for fighting.

"Set off!"

"Hull!!!"

With the Iron Tree Fort, the leader of the Duchy of Slid roared, and the shocking response made the county town excited and the large army officially set off!

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Chapter completed!