Chapter 497

"But you can't give up so easily!" Qin Lun's eyes flashed a cold light, and the appearance of wuka made him have a pure intention to kill these elite reincarnations for the first time.

There is no room for compromise between the reincarnation and the apostles, especially the outstanding apostles like Qin Lun, who will still be sent by the starry sky to hunt for death. It's good for elites like UCA and Alice to have one less, which reduces potential risks.

"Les, are you still fighting?" Qin Lun asked softly on the team channel.

"What's the matter, boss, need our support?" The channel soon heard the jest of the fairies.

"It seems that you are in a good mood, and you have gained a lot?" Qin Lun smiled and said, "give you a gift. I hurt a good opponent just now, but I don't have time to chase him. I'll give it to you!"

"Oh, where is the general position?" Laisi asked happily that the reincarnation person in Qinlun's mouth, who has a good strength, will naturally have a richer family and be seriously injured. Of course, she is willing to accept this gift.

Qin Lun made a mark on the map of the city center emerging in the team channel, so he left the matter completely. Although lesse is a bit more vicious and interesting at some times, the girl is very clever and knows how to choose. Even if Alice gets reinforcements, she shouldn't be in danger.

"Sir, it's in that direction, that's the commander..." Standing at the top of a dilapidated building, ANP identified the direction around and pointed to the right side of the edge of the war circle. However, as soon as the young man said half a sentence, his eyes were frozen and his mouth was wide open.

"Well, that's not what you mean." Qin Lun's face was very ugly, looking at the huge things in the air. Only Mrs. Monica, unmoved, looked with interest at the spectacle in front of her.

A strange flying warship is floating in the midair about 100 meters away from the ground.

This warship is 100 meters long and more than 50 meters wide. It looks like a crustacean. It looks very cute. As like as two peas, the black and white limbs of the ship are covered with thick armored carapace, and the striking angle of the top of the head is exactly the same as the unicorn's unicorns. The three sides are not only the same.

The key is that the image of the warship, together with the previous account of ANP, has to remind people of some Christian holy thing - the Scarab!

"No, no!" Anpu wiped the cold sweat on his forehead, and his eyes rolled straight. After observing for a while, he exclaimed with surprise, "big, adult, this must be an artifact! Look There are several pairs of turbo engines under its body, and the bridge with a glass shield on its head. It must not be the scarab, ahaha, ahaha... "

Qin Lun looked up, still expressionless. After a moment's observation, he also confirmed that the flying warship should not be a real scarab, but something like it. Those two turboengines don't know what fuel to use. The flame at the nozzle is purple and black. At first glance, they think it's the natural texture of the insect's abdomen.

As for the top of the warship, it seems that it is a kind of large caliber gun. If the designer of this warship is not full of bad taste, he may be imitating the image of the scarab.

"What a pleasure! If you can't prove the existence of the sacred things, you will have to be killed! " Qin Lun looks at the warship in the air and slaps his face. Only when his head is funny can he attack this thing.

"Wait, Gerhardt, he didn't deceive you. There is a Christian relic on this warship. I feel the smell of some old friend!" The queen of the sandstorm suddenly frowned, her face slowly gathered, and she stared at the insect warship.

"Old friend? Have you hunted your Holy See friars before? " Qin Lun immediately understood the meaning of Mrs. Monica's words.

"Well, he's noticed us. Better get out of here first!" Mrs. Monica took back her eyes, bit her lower lip, and said uneasily.

"Oh?!" Qin Lun's eyes narrowed slightly. He was very interested in the characters that the queen of sandstorm feared.

Qin Lun raised his head, the yin-yang fish pattern in his left eye sparkled with mysterious light, and the perception in the void condensed into a bunch and threw it towards the bridge of the warship.

The battleship is at a height of hundreds of meters. The straight-line distance from them to the bridge is more than 200 meters. Qin Lun's perception itself can't reach this far, but thanks to the bridge's glass shield structure, and now the night sky is also reflected by the fire of war, and his vision after strengthening the perception is barely able to see the scenery in the bridge.

Only five or six people standing at the front end of the shield can see clearly, excluding the busy figures and instruments and equipment running faintly in the bridge. One of them, a young man in a ponytail and Bishop's uniform, seemed to be their head, pointing excitedly at the burning city of London.

On his side stood a white haired young man with the Bible in his hand and a light look. The young man with white hair was wearing a white Friar's coat with a hood, and a hemp rope was tied around his waist. He was looking at the direction of Qin Lun's people across the air.

The young man's face was handsome. His thin cheeks were like knives, axes and chisels. I don't know if his broad forehead was shining with a holy white light because of the reflection of the fire.Just a glance away from him, Qin Lun's restless mood calmed down inexplicably, and his previously fervent desire to fight fell back rapidly, even produced a feeling of war weariness.

Qin Lun was a little surprised and couldn't help but look away. But as soon as he moved his eyes, he felt a strong anger rising from the bottom of his heart, and suddenly looked up to see the youth again.

When he saw the enemy's action, the white haired young man on the bridge frowned slightly, crossed his chest in a solemn manner, turned around and left, no longer paying attention to Qin Lun and others.

"Hum!" Qin Lun snorted coldly, just about to take back his sight, but suddenly raised his eyebrows in surprise. In the crowd behind the two leaders, a familiar figure flashed away.

"Interesting!" Qin Lun's eyes flashed, and his mouth began to curl in a strange arc.

"Gerhardt, it's time for us to go. The man's eyes are on us. He's coming this way." The queen of the sandstorm looked warily at the direction of the warship and said nervously.

"Well!" Qin Lun soon noticed a small light helicopter flying out of the warship and towards them. In addition to the pilot, there are a few others on the helicopter. One breath is peaceful and peaceful. It's so special in this hell like battlefield that it's hard to ignore.

"Although you didn't see the holy things with your own eyes, your previous information should be correct. Our contract is over now. Let's go!" Qin Lun turned his head and said a light word, which immediately relieved amp and quickly left with his wife who was once again in a coma.

"Gotthard, you go first, I'll stop them, or we can't get rid of the helicopter with the speed of the sandstorm and whirlwind!" Monica looked back anxiously and smiled to push Qin Lun away.

"Ha ha, I'm not yet..." Qin Lun's face showed a smile, and suddenly her whole body shook, reaching for Monica. At the same time, the queen of the sandstorm seemed to feel something too, turning her face solemnly to the north.

"Boom!" In the north direction, a blood red light column rises from the ground and breaks through the night like a sharp axe, stirring the clouds and clouds reflecting the fire into a terrible vortex.

The column of blood light lasts for a short time, and it dissipates after a few seconds. An invisible shock wave spreads around the center of the column. The shock wave is invisible and immaterial, but many ordinary people hiding nearby cover their hearts and fall to the ground pale.

Some British people who have been injured or have heart problems have even passed out in a coma. Even the superhuman in the city felt the heart shrink suddenly, the whole body's blood flow upstream, and the body could hardly control for a moment.

"This is..." Qin Lun looked at the direction of the blood column, his eyes twinkled slightly, "major Montana, you have succeeded! That woman in ingula liberated Alcatel... "

"Gerhardt, the man is heading north!" The queen of the sandstorm looked at the helicopter turning away and sighed with relief.

"Monica, is that friar so powerful? Can't we both deal with him? " Qin Lun frowned slightly. Although the young man with white hair made him feel very special, the quiet and peaceful atmosphere had no deterrent power, and he could not realize the specific strength of the man.

"That man..." The face of the queen of the sandstorm was a little strange. She took a look at the helicopter, which was getting smaller. She whispered, "Gerhardt, have you heard about the legend of King Arthur and the Knights of the round table?"

"King Arthur and the Knights of the round table?" Qin Lun looked at the women around him in surprise and asked incredulously, "of course I have heard of it, but They're still alive? "

Qin Lun's surprise is not unreasonable. King Arthur and the Knights of the round table are just a legend. They don't know whether there are real people or not. Historians speculate that their time is around the sixth century A.D., which has been more than 1500 years.

Although these people may be superhuman in some sense at that time, it is hard to imagine that they are still alive.

"The origin of that man is mysterious and powerful. When the Holy See chased me, he appeared twice as a heretic judge. At that time, I was still a noble, with many guards around me, so I survived by the sacrifice of the guards twice. "

Monica's face was filled with an unmasked hatred in her fear. "Since then, I've collected information about this person for a while. It's just strange that no one knows the origin of his monastery. "

"What does that have to do with the legend of King Arthur?" Qin Lun asked in some doubt.

"Because I have examined his monastery, which is said to be the retreat home of Lancelot Drucker, the first round table jockey, and I found in an ancient book of the monastery that every Pope of the previous generation visited him and called him Lancelot."

Mrs. Monica said with a wry smile, "I have witnessed this man's two funerals, but after each funeral, there will be another boy with a face similar to that of him. It's strange that this man has always been lonely, not only has he never been married, but also has no descendant visited him! "