Sword Saint Priest and Lolita Priestess

"I am the lamb of [Eli of hosts], the successor of the Holy Michael. The strongest of the Seven Sons of the Papal States, Nahum St. Michael."

"I will rule out foreign enemies here."

"Lord, give me wisdom and strength!"

The broad sword with white light swung down, and the raging white flames gushed out overwhelmingly.

Then the legion of angels flew up, followed by the sharp flame sword and endless arrows.

Yu Zhongming stood in mid-air, surrounded by countless enemies and deadly attacks.

"It's really boring."

The voice was shallow, but it reached the ears of everyone who surrounded Yu Zhongming.

The next second, Yu Zhongming waved the Ming Dao in his hand as if casually? Bai Wugou.

Neither the light of the sword nor the energy of the sword was seen.

Not even the hum of the sword was heard.

Only a dark silver line flashed past.

Suddenly large expanses of milky white liquid began to drip from the sky.

With the dripping of the liquid, the descending angels fell to the ground one after another like kites with broken strings. They all broke into two pieces and completely lost their vitality.

Among the angel corpses that kept falling, as if it was raining.

Yu Zhongming slowly raised Ming Dao again? Bai Wugou.

Wow~!

Wow~!

A clear radiance suddenly appeared in everyone's eyes, and then a wild sword aura that was so huge that it seemed to cover the whole world appeared in the sky above the city.

This sword energy is terrifying, and the feeling of being invincible and irresistible arises spontaneously.

"Destroy it."

Yu Zhongming held the knife and swung it down suddenly.

The huge sword energy was like a meteorite, crashing down with a whistling storm and an aura that crushed everything.

Boom~!

The sword energy collided with the transparent shield above the city wall.

Wow~!

The transparent shield stopped abruptly, and intense sparks kept bursting out from the shield.

The world was silent for a moment, only the heavy breathing of the members of the Emperor's Guard holding shields came and went.

the next moment.

Ka~!The shield could no longer withstand it, and turned into a little bit of fluorescence.

And the huge sword energy continued unabated and fell on the city wall.

Boom~!

There was only one explosion, followed by the continuous sound of the city wall collapsing and painful screams.

Seeing all this, Yu Zhongming felt indifferent.

Through the space, his eyes saw Nahum St. Michael who was about to swing his sword on the second level at the other end.

Yu Zhongming calmly placed the severed Ming Dao Bai Wugou in front of his chest, and then swung it horizontally.

In a world that only he and Nahum St. Michael could see, a beautiful chuckle quietly appeared.

Asakura Mayu held the Nahum Saint Michael's blade, Shiro Mugou, which was composed of light.

Yu Zhongming still just stood quietly in mid-air, waiting for the end of the battle.

After ten breaths.

A streak of blood appeared out of nowhere in midair, and the figure of Nahum St. Michael suddenly appeared.

His eyes were closed tightly, he didn't know whether he was alive or dead, and he was thrown to the ground by gravity.

Under the three swords, the overwhelming and massive siege just now has already killed the dead and wounded the wounded.

There is nothing left to fight.

Yu Zhongming took a step forward slowly, and landed on the collapsed city wall.

He sat casually among the ruined walls, Ming Dao? Bai Wugou left aside.

A ray of sunlight fell on his blade, reflecting a little bit of coldness.

His voice was not loud, and it was passed into the ears of those who were still conscious in the capital of the Papal State with a flat, even ruthless taste.

"Continue to fight, or follow my orders."

"If you choose neither, then death is the only way!"