Lancelot did not expect that Asakusa's spear was so powerful. He was about to hide, but he found that the phoenix feathers surrounded by the spear condensed into an airtight wall, roaring around him, trapping him completely in death, without any room for escape or dodging.

Moreover, Asakura aimed very accurately, and the tip of the spear pointed at the cross divine seal between Lancelot's eyebrows, as if she knew that this was his source of power, and that it was to penetrate it from the front!

Faced with the unprecedented oppression of death, looking at the penis that was pressing towards him, Lancelot still stood with his head held high as usual, and the fighting spirit soared into the sky in his eyes did not fade at all. Under his pious belief, it became more and more intense, and in the end it almost poured out in substance.

At this moment, there was no room for dodging, and because the sword was too long to defend in time, Lancelot made an amazing move. He actually stretched out his hand and grabbed the surging gun.

The next moment, just as the gun was about to penetrate Lancelot's chest, something shocking happened!

Lancelot did not care about the terrifying speed of the spear, and his hands passed through the phoenix feathers all over the sky, bypassed the tip of the blade, and roared and grabbed the spear body of the spear.

There was no suspense. In just a moment, Lancelot's hands were shattered and bloody, but he did not let go. Instead, he held it with greater strength and fought against this divine weapon with the physical strength blessed by the divine seal.

Immediately afterwards, the feather gun was lifted out of the spear as if it was lifted, and golden energy rushed out of the spear, raging in every corner of the battlefield, and Lancelot was also shrouded in golden light in an instant.

At this moment, the burning divine seal golden fire on Lancelot's body collided with the phoenix feather golden light of the feather gun, as if a huge war was being fought!

As time passed, the golden fire on Lancelot's body and the golden light of the feather gun melted in the ice and snow, and they swallowed each other at a speed visible to the naked eye.

In the end, because of the lack of weapon blessing, Lancelot suffered double damage by simply taking the spear with his hands. After all, the golden fire of the divine seal could not keep up with the loss speed and was suppressed. The energy of the golden light of the spear also raged to him.

What kind of feeling is this? It seems that every joint is tearing, every bone is shattering, and every piece of flesh and blood on the body is peeling off!

In this golden phoenix feather, golden energy directly penetrated Lancelot's body, and even flowed through the blood vessels along with the blood, destroying the tendons and veins passing by, burning every internal organ in the body.

If Lancelot didn't know what hell was before, then at this moment, he might have understood more than anyone else what hell was!

...

Just as Asakura was fighting with Lancelot, the battle between Ophelia and Baitans had already reached a fever pitch.

Ophelia waved the black scythe to repel Baitans' charge, then glanced at the golden light in the other direction of the battlefield, and sneered: "Oh? This is the first time I saw Akatsuki using the Golden Phoenix Feather's spear. I thought the knights of the Cross Church were all mixed fish, and it seems that there were a few good guys."

"Hmph." Baitans swept the blade of inferior race annihilation, strode forward, and continued to suppress the attack on Ophelia, laughing in a deep voice during the stalemate, "There are gods hidden in the Cross Church."

"Pretending to be a ghost." Ophelia smiled bloodily, and the black sickle picked up, breaking Baitans' defense from bottom to top, and the sickle blade took his head straight.

Baitans avoided this slash, stretched out two fingers to point directly into Ophelia's eyes, and laughed: "Why can't you and Luo You see the real enemy clearly?"

Ophelia looked at Baitans coldly and asked, "What do you want to say?"

"Nothing to say, this is a heavenly game. Unless you are outside and become an outsider, you will be a pawn of the gods." Baitans put the annihilation blade of inferior races in front of him, pulled it hard, and emitted a dazzling spark, and said with a smile, "In the end, only monsters can defeat the gods."

Ophelia stood there silently for a long time, then suddenly raised her head and said silently: "I don't want to play anymore."

Baitans frowned: "Yeah?"

"I said, I don't want to play anymore." Ophelia's eyes stared at Baitans' face, and a gloomy cold light flashed in the deepest part of her eyes, and she said coldly, "Don't you think it's boring? You hit me, I'll hit you, and there are also some boring issues to discuss. If you and I live in a movie, this kind of thing will be regarded as water for a long time."

Baitans smiled coldly: "Interesting metaphor."

"So, go die, how about you? Fight with me seriously and then die." As soon as Ophelia finished speaking, in just a moment, under Baitans' frown, the black sickle in her hand suddenly broke a ferocious crack!

The next second, the black mist emitting a gloomy aura slowly stretched out from the crack, like a poisonous snake spitting out a letter, wrapping around and wrapping the black sickle. When it covered the body, the black sickle was like a shadow hidden in the darkness. It no longer raged cold light, nor emitted any sharp aura, but it gave people a strong sense of crisis, arousing the most primitive fear deep in the heart. Even if you just glance at it, your body would tremble and your spine would become cold!

Ophelia's fingers slashed across the black sickle's body, fiddling with the black mist attached to it, without any emotion in her pupils. Looking at Baitans's expression was like looking at a corpse: "You are grateful to me, you are the first person to see the second form of the black sickle."

As soon as Ophelia finished speaking, she rushed towards Baitans with a pressure on her head.

As the commander of the oath-absorbing above ten thousand people, Baitans is a person who advocates violence and is absolutely arrogant. He has no such thing as surrender in his bones, so at the moment when the black sickle was slashed, he directly waved the inferior race annihilation blade and roared upwards, and was about to fight head-on!

"Boom!" At this moment, time seemed to have stopped, and the scenery in front of me began to slow down. Three sharp blades, one of them was pitch black, and the other two were all red. The gloomy black fog and the scorched runes collided together. The turbulent flow caused by overflowing energy almost blew the scorched earth on the ground to the end of the horizon, causing a overwhelming storm!

At the center of the storm, Baitans continued to top, hoping to use his strength to beat Ophelia's black sickle to fly. However, in the next moment, the sudden change made him show a look of horror for the first time.

"KaKa..." Without any warning, Baitans' proud divine weapon, fighting against the unstoppable inferior race annihilation blade... it collapsed!

The fiery red sword of the inferior race annihilation blade broke out from the blade that came into contact with the black sickle, which cracked several spider-web-like cracks. These cracks were still very small at the beginning and were difficult to detect with the naked eye. However, as time passed, the cracks began to spread rapidly!
Chapter completed!