A Million Survival Laws of the Savior

"Then, it's not too late."

Li Xiuning nodded slightly.

"Let me open the way..."

Gao Wen gritted her teeth. Although she is a Knight of the Round Table, she cannot enter the sleeping place of the Lion King without the permission of the emperor. She is the seat of God, and her importance is far higher than that of ordinary heroes. at the heart of Britain.

But now that the situation is urgent, I can't control that much. Anyway, no one in Buckingham Palace can stop her now.

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Meanwhile, on the other side.

The battle between Lingdao and the werewolf is coming to an end.

Relying on his armed forces and explosive rage, Lingdao suppressed the werewolf head-on.

But the other party put on a pair of 'I want to zoom in', 'I'm going to zoom in! "Be careful with me" posture, he didn't dare to step forward for a while, even with the protection of the armor of the war armed, he didn't have the confidence to eat the opponent's treasure head-on.

After all, his body is still a weak mortal, and he cannot be compared with the Anti-Heroic Spirit.

If you want to win him, you have to spend some effort, but it's just a little effort.

But he was not afraid that the other party would escape from his hands. The werewolf was seriously injured. Don't give him a chance to breathe and fight back. Maybe today he will be able to add the honor of killing the anti-Heroic Spirit to his resume.

He is now so poor that he is waiting for his boss to give him benefits. This anti-heroic spirit can exchange his salary for several years!

Ling Dao licked his lips, staring eagerly at the werewolf, as if he was staring at a huge pile of bonuses, even his hand felt a little hot, poverty made him stronger.

The werewolf himself is actually very empty in his heart.

His Noble Phantasm is quite special, after using it, it will eat back at himself, and he will enter a weak state for a period of time.

So there is only one chance, and he must find the right time to use it. If he is wasted, he will be shot dead on the spot by the sword bearer of the Judgment Scythe in all likelihood.

Anti-Heroic Spirits have no human rights at all.

Both sides, one wants to fight to the death, and the other wants to flee in a hurry.

Both of them were worried about the trump card's trump card, so the situation fell into a stalemate, silently draining each other's patience.

At this time, an external factor is needed to break the deadlock.

At this moment, a "blessed opportunity" flew in front of the werewolf.

He saw two figures.

A heroic knight in silver armor, a golden queen with golden hair.

These two heroic spirits are quite well-known all over the world.

Lancelot, Knight of the Lake, Queen Elizabeth I of Britain!

They walked across the block.

Because the thick fog blocked perception, even Lancelot and Elizabeth didn't realize that there was a fierce battle going on here.

Judging from their expressions, the two heroic spirits also showed a look of astonishment.

There is only a split second of thought and reaction time.

For both sides, there is only a moment to realize the other side and launch an offensive.

The one who reacted faster... was the werewolf.

The werewolf grinned open, and his sharp teeth gleamed coldly. He really couldn't help but want to laugh out loud.

He smiled from the bottom of his heart, then the corners of his mouth rose wildly, and finally covered his entire face, turning into a sinister smile.

The opportunity you've been waiting for is finally here!

This is a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity to escape!

If the Noble Phantasm was activated at such a distance, even someone as strong as Lancelot would not be able to react. As long as he was forced to retreat or severely injured, and then held Elizabeth hostage, he could retreat safely.

How lucky I am!

Praise be to the God of the mother!

Hallelujah! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! !

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ps1: Shaman: Sad boy... you!already!through!cold!up!

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Between Lightning and Flint.

Lancelot and the werewolf confirmed each other's eyes.

The werewolf released strong hostility, and the corners of his mouth rose wildly. He thought his chance had come.

And Lancelot was a little slow to react, he didn't even have a chance to say "I'm my own".

The Heroic Spirit sounded.