Two-dimensional figure maker

You can search for "Two-dimensional Hand-made Maker Search Novels (www.soxscc.com)" in Baidu to find the latest chapters!"Xia Hao, what do you think they fought in all of a sudden?" Qianhua asked Xia Hao, watching the battle between the Jessley squad and their summoned hell dog.

"I'm a hen too, maybe it's because they often abuse the undead, and maybe they start to resist." Xia Hao boldly guessed.

Xia Hao always felt a little strange about these successive reversals, but he just couldn't make sense.

"But... do you see those undead like being oppressed?"

Watching the hell dog unilaterally killing the people of Jessley's team, how can the undead look like a battered party?

"I don't know that, who knows."

So just like that, Xia Hao and the others stayed silently, watching the hell dog kill his teammates quietly, to avoid being affected by it.

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"Woo~!!!"

Due to the powerful strength of the Hell Hound and the range of fire damage around its body, the people outside Edward's Light Shield have been quickly wiped out by it, so he turned his eyes to Edward who was hiding in the Light Shield and the rest. People.

A violent flapping sound sounded on the light shield, and Edward knew that if the light shield was broken, he and others would undoubtedly die.

He has to think of a way out of trouble.

Looking at the scrolls left on him, Edward frowned.Now he only has the last shield-shaped scroll, and the others are Tier 3 offensive scrolls, but these are of no use to the Hell Hounds of Tier 5!Its abnormal recovery ability can instantly recover its injuries, and this kind of pediatric attack has little effect on it.

Without effective means of attack, the shield will not last long, so what should he do!

When Edward was in a hurry, the surviving teammates in the light shield also became anxious.

"Edward, now you are the only magician in the team, you should use magic to fight back!"

"Yeah! Hurry up! Edward, otherwise we will all die here!"

"Fight back! Edward! We don't want to die!!"

With the anxious urging of his teammates, Edward's already irritable heart suddenly became even more annoying.

"You *Gaul foul language* shut up!! What can I do! My magic is of no use to this monster at all! You still want me to deal with it! You are simply *Gaul foul language* !!!"

Edward pointed at the teammate behind him and yelled at him that when a person is extremely nervous, his emotions will easily get out of control and his thinking will fall into chaos.

So the mentality of those who were still alive was completely broken, and they started quarreling.

"*Gaul foul language*! We shouldn't let magicians use evil spells like undead magic! We are about to kill us now!"

"Damn government! Damn Jasri! Damn mission! Damn everything!"

"All this is the fault of Jasri and the magicians!"

"*Gaul foul language*!!! *Gaul foul language*!!! *Gaul foul language*!!!"

"Kantler, I admit, I was the one who made you green before. Elizabeth's child is mine, not yours."

"Givenchy, I admit, in fact, the person I have always liked is you. I took advantage of you to be drunk that night..."

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As the dispute began, the people in the light shield were about to lose their minds. Under this strong sense of crisis, they were just arguing, and it was very good if they didn't fight.

"Oh~! God Lord! Please save your believers!" www.ikxsw.com

Suddenly, amidst the dispute, a different voice appeared, and everyone calmed down at the same time, looking at the weak sound source.

It was a pastor, a pastor that Jasri didn’t bring along when he ran away in a panic. He was holding the cross in his forehand, hiding in the corner and praying quietly. The violent bombardment of hell dogs from outside was not shocked. he.

Seeing this pastor, Edward thought for a while, then suddenly remembered something.

Pulling aside the crowd, Edward hurriedly came to the priest and grabbed his shoulder, seeing hope in his eyes.

"Drucker, is that thing on you!" Edward asked.If that thing is on him, then they have hope to break through the predicament.

"That thing? You mean...that thing?" the priest asked in confusion.

"Yes, yes! That's the thing! Is that thing on you?"

"You said that thing, it is indeed on me."

"On you? Great! We are saved!!"

Hearing that thing was on his body, Edward suddenly saw hope.

That thing is the assassin they brought in this time, as long as they use this assassin, they don't have to be afraid of that monster at all!

And hearing that assassin's magic on the priest who was left behind by Jasri, everyone rekindled hope.

"Drucker! You quickly use that thing! Defeat the monsters outside!"

"But... the captain said it can only be used during the most crisis," the priest replied dumbly.

"*Gaul foul language*! That damn Jasri left us and ran away! Whatever he did! And isn't it the most critical moment!"

"Uh... also roar! Then I will use it."

So at the urging of a crowd, the pastor took out a new cross from his arms.

It's not the one worn on his chest, but a brand new cross with a peculiar golden silk pattern. There seems to be a pattern on it, but it is not clear.

The pastor put the cross in his heart, knelt down and began to pray religiously.

"God Lord! Please be kind to those who are kind and upright in heart, to those who are pure in heart. Treat your people with grace, bless those who always obey your commands..."

Accompanied by the pastor's pious prayer, the cross on his hand actually began to emit a faint light, and the light on the cross appeared dazzling as the prayer went to the back.

While the others looked at the pastor, their hearts were filled with hope again.No one dared to disturb him, because that was their last hope, and there should be no slippage.

After a while, the prayer was over.

"God Lord! I dedicate my life's faith in you to you, please come to your most loyal guard to protect your believers!"

"Archangel Advent Technique!!!"

With the fall of the last character, the cross in the priest's hand suddenly lost its original dazzling light, and it turned into little light particles and dissipated in the air.

At the end of the prayer ceremony, the clouds in the sky were pulled up by a soft light, shining sacredly on the earth.

Feather flakes fell, and the golden light bathed in a figure falling from the sky.

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Ah~!God Lord~!Please bless us to draw a W!

Don't Wendy!!!!