fifth form

Chapter 1511 Leyata City Shrine
In the Temple of Tur in Layata City, the sculpture of the statue of Tur standing with an ax and head held high has been broken into three pieces.

At the original location of the statue, a strange humanoid creature three meters tall and covered with a thick black carapace also stood holding an axe.

Its body remained motionless, as if it was concentrating on a problem.

Song Fengying stood in the center of the sacrificial hall of the temple. Her eyes were wandering around, and from time to time she looked at the communicator, camera, visual device and other tools thrown under her feet.

She moved her feet slightly and inadvertently stepped over the visual device.

The camera on the visual monitor took a photo of the weird humanoid creature in the temple. When her toes ticked, the photo was then entered into the compression software. When the suppressed picture was extracted, Song Fengying quickly moved towards that 'Glory' The paladin Tull Andreu's communication number was sent over.

"This is a huge power of faith, a steady stream of faith power, but I will not draw the power of believers to strengthen myself. This is such a pity!"

Song Fengying had just finished sending when she heard a hoarse and strange voice, which made her quickly put her feet back and stand upright.

At the statue of the temple, a strange humanoid creature dropped the ax it was holding on the ground, and raised its two seven-clawed long arms toward the sky.

His arms were dark and slender, almost bending into an extremely regular circle when he held them up.

Little bits of red halo appeared between his arms.

When his two jewel-like eyes glanced towards the outside of the temple, dozens of huge moths flew towards the circle shown by his hands as if they were flying towards the light.

As if traveling into some unknown place, these moths penetrated through the arms, but strangely did not exit from the other side.

Song Fengying's eyes widened as she watched the other party operate again. She felt that the other party's technique was too fast. Before she could react, the other party had already hidden the moths somewhere.

"My messenger was incinerated by the power of faith and passed through the void. Another coordinate may be formed!"

"My Lord was defeated and it is very difficult to resurrect. Only by implanting My Lord into the bodies of these new arrivals can recovery be possible!"

"It would be even more wonderful if they could bring some resources suitable for our Lord!"

Like a patient talking to himself, the strange humanoid creature murmured the Red Alliance Mandarin.

He slowly lowered his arms that were bent into a circle, and when he glanced again, he had already focused on Song Fengying.

"How long has it been?" it asked.

"Forty-four minutes and thirteen seconds!"

Song Fengying replied quickly.

Her response was concise and accurate, which made the strange humanoid nod repeatedly.

"Ms. Observer Tournana, thank you for your selfless help. Please once again send my lofty greetings to the descendants behind you on my behalf!"

"You're welcome, Warrior Presenel, please persevere and complete the great cause of resurrecting 'my lord'!"

"My Lord is immortal and will surely come back to life!"

Song Fengying's communication with the weird humanoid creature was extremely harmonious.

For a big anchor who performs in front of tens of thousands or even hundreds of thousands of viewers, Song Fengying has extremely high communication skills.

At this point, Zhang Xuezhou also has some inheritance.

Even if they face strange and unknown powerful people, Song Fengying and others will not panic, but can respond calmly and calmly.

But Song Fengying could not help but feel a bit lucky.

This eccentric creature who calls herself the Warrior of Pressenel has no shortage of communicators, and the reason for her survival is most likely related to the sinkhole.

In the mouths of Presenel warriors, she is called the Adventer by the other party, and is also considered to be the same kind as the other party.

All Song Fengying could think about was Tiankeng No. 2, and the hallucinatory state that she had rarely entered over the years.

The world seemed to have become strange to her. Song Fengying had never thought that such a dangerous situation could be hidden in a peaceful environment. She watched helplessly as those Laiyata cities spit out foam and threads, and eventually slowly turned into long worms covered with pointed hairs. After a long time, these long worms began to turn into giant moths.

Countless people have turned into worms and moths, and countless people have been eaten by these two creatures and turned into withered bones.

The city of Laiyata was in deathly silence, and very few people survived.

"There are still fifteen minutes left before your estimate. Do you need to make any preparations?" Song Fengying asked.

"I have checked the memory of a sixth-sequencer named Tur Blueprint. He is one of the strongest people in this island country." The Presenel warrior shook his head and said: "As long as their cannons can be consumed, they will be able to defeat them." I'm not a threat!"

"That's great," Song Fengying clapped her hands and said, "I knew there would be no weak among us descendants!"

"That's true." Warrior Presenel nodded and said, "If my lord, the Demon Lord, were still here, these natives would just be a bunch of local chickens and dogs!"

"Master Demon Lord has profound magical powers," Song Fengying praised, "We are very much looking forward to the day when Master Demon Lord returns to the world!"

"I hope the Lord Adventer behind you can have some mercy," said the Presenel warrior: "It is difficult to fight for the world if our Lord's body is destroyed. There is no threat to him. We just want to return to the sky!"

"Don't worry, this matter will be taken care of by us." Song Fengying said carelessly: "My master is a generous man and likes to make friends the most. I will definitely become friends with your master in the future!"

"My Lord also likes to make friends!"

The Pressenel Warrior thought about his Demon Lord who had been talking about things that didn't agree with him, and he had to nod his head.

In short, when the situation is stronger than others, his Demon King wife has no problem even calling someone grandpa, let alone being a friend.

As for the future, it is difficult for the Pressenel Warriors to guess what will happen to their master.

At least for the moment, he was very polite to these colleagues.

When everything stabilizes, the Presenel warriors will look for their master's demon seal.

Thinking of the large cave filled with sea water, the Precenel warriors couldn't help but have a headache. They felt that it would be a bit difficult to dig out the remains of their master.

He flew up from the altar of God Tur and passed directly through the window at the top of the temple. The Presenel warrior sat on the top of the temple and looked up at the sky.

His ruby-like eyes looked towards the Red Fan Square in the distance.

There were piles of his shed shells, and there were also tens of thousands of moths controlled by him.

Many of these moths were killed by people, and many human sequencers were left behind.

The main purpose of these little things controlled by Pressenel Warriors is to use them without feeling distressed.

He is even willing to use these small things and his fading body to attract artillery fire. As long as the most powerful force of these mortals can be eliminated, what is left is food in his breeding ground.

"Pressenel Warrior, can I observe your confrontation with those Turians from a distance?"

The voice from the temple came, and the Presenel warrior nodded.

"can!"

When the Pressenel warrior responded, Song Fengying quickly picked up the pile of instruments on the ground.

She looked at the layer of gray powder outside the shrine, so she had to tighten her pantyhose, tighten her gloves, and bravely jumped out.

The temple is spotless, but the poisonous powder is everywhere outside the temple. If you are not careful, you will get it on your body.

Song Fengying had to be cautious. Her body was light and she could jump up to various low-rise buildings with a single hook.

The Presenel warrior's estimate was accurate, but he overestimated the accuracy of the rocket launchers launched by the Thousand Islands Alliance. It would be difficult for those rocket launchers to bombard the Red Van Square area at once.

Perhaps some of the rocket launchers were deflected and hit the shrine where they were.

Being urged and warned repeatedly by Zhang Xuezhou, Song Fengying felt that even if she was covered in poisonous powder, she would have to stay away when the gunfire roared.