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1575. Chapter 1575 Information on the arrival of Angel
Chapter 1575 Information on the arrival of Angel
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edge drawn from the back of the [fear of reversal of the Cross] is pointing to Lamias’s throat – a blade that is six, from six warrior daughters, respectively.
Apart from excluding the individual differences in the nature of the first day, the six militant nuns, like themselves, have undergone the same training… Lamias is not readily available.
Rebel?
“Lord Grant, this is really Secretary Katrina’s directive?” Lamias frowns… fears can’t be feared, fear can only destabilize – and she needs more information to distinguish her true situation.
Grante, above Lamias’s two heads, said, “First, you give up your resistance and we arrest you directly. Secondly, you don’t give up on the resistance, we’ll kill you, then we’ll catch you.”
Lamias had to confront Grant’s eyes.
For more than a decade, under Grant’s flag, she has been trained for more than a decade… This woman with a stronger body than a man, Lamias, is quite clear.
“It doesn’t seem that this is a long time to be a joke, Lord Grant.” Lamias slowed down the vomit, or said indifferently: “But, Lord Grant, did you forget one thing…” [The armor is still on me, do you think that it would really be possible to capture me by using it as a subordinate form developed as a model? “
In speaking, she was able to feel a glimmer of shaking around her own militant nuns at this moment.
“Well, I would also like to see the strength of one of the most exaggerated medals.” At this point, Sister Grant took out that particularly exaggerated giant sword and put it directly on the ground, “Do not make a move, in the vicinity of the blockade, for three years, Lamias, let me see how long you went after your graduation.”
Lamias in the heart, if it was a blasphemy, but now she, not even one of the remaining six militant nuns, can easily defeat herself.
“I ask for a communication with Secretary Katrina!” Lamias said coldly snort at this time.
Don’t look at her being calm at this time, but she’s already panicked in her heart… and now confronts Grant, no different from the base of the fighters with the armoured car.
She can only gamble that the other party does not know that “the armor has been destroyed, and in the heart there is a taboo – she does not believe that Secretary Katrina has issued such a directive.
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‘m afraid there is only one possibility that the entire battle nuns have been betrayed… the level of expansion of the new faction in the monastery has reached a terrifying point, and Secretary Katrina doesn’t even know his situation!
Grant slightly frowned, she can see that Lamias has nothing to do with it… She has been groaning for a moment, not celebrating without having to do it – or, in other words, she prefers Lamias to be able to do it.
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“If you want to see, then let you see.” Grant suddenly waved.
A combatant nun then picked up a communication device, opened directly in front of Lamias – and then it was just a moment ago.
And then, half a day after seeing Secretary Katrina again, Lamias felt something.
“Why?” Lamias is somehow afraid to look at each other in confidence.
“A lot has happened… just in the past half day.” Secretary Katrina was silent and Sighed said, “Our last darkness in the Holy Church, shortly after your communication, sent the last message to Headquarters.”
The last message… Lamias even thought that the last darkness, I’m afraid, was…
“What news?”
“Coming to Angel.” Secretary Katrina said solemnly: “The Holy Church has again come to Angel… and this time, five of them came to Angel!”
“What?” Lamias was shocked at a moment.
She has not really seen Angel, but Black Religious Order has suffered several times in history, and every one of those calamities was due to the advent of Angel.
“One.” Secretary Katrina breathed deeply at this time, saying, “As long as one came to Angel make a move, it would suffice to destroy us… the message is true, so we can’t wait to die.”
“Even like that,” Lamias can’t stand to go ahead, but she’s blocked by a fight nun around her, suggesting that she doesn’t move.
Secretary Katrina said, “In the face of the advent of Angel, we can only send Topled people into technology… only to satisfy all his demands. Sorry, Lamias.”
“Secretary Katrina, I told you, we don’t have to rely on the power of Plaid!”
“That was too far away and unknown, and if time was enough, perhaps we could…” Secretary Katrina shake his head, “you may not know that just now, our hidden branch on European soil continents suffices to be extinguished for 17 — just less than an hour, and five angel came across one third of Europe’s continents and eliminated nearly 20 per cent of our hands — you know, is this a concept, Lamias?”
Before looking at the screen, Lamias, who was completely stagnant, Secretary Katrina appealed for a breath and a sound, “This means that, perhaps not one day, five angel make a move can be completely erased from Black Religious Order.”
Lamias hung her fist, and she still wants to resist it, “Even so, you can ensure that Playde really can do it? No, if he can do it, why drag it all the time… and he doesn’t have to do it! You, the newcomers, I’m afraid in the heart is clear! But you’d rather lie to yourself, believe in it, compromise, prefer to go to that fat pig, and not face the fear in the heart! You’re afraid that every 100 years of effort is just fantastic… and you can’t!”
Secretary Katrina appealed at this point: “Plaid seems to be able to empower herself through interaction with women, and now the new candidate saintess, naturally dedicated… Lamias, putting you at the end of my dedication, is already the limit I can do, but it is hoped that before your turn, Prender will be upgraded enough to complete the final refinement… or, in any event, you will have to return to Headquarters and at any time be ordered.”
What did Secretary Katrina say?
Lamias found out that Secretary Katrina went back, the more she could not hear… and even hear all the voices around her.
The communication doesn’t know when it’s broken. Look at Lamias, with a low head, Grant, and say solemnly: “Arrest!”
“was guilty, Sister Lamias.”
Six fighting sisters bite their teeth at this time, and they’re going to start with their eyes.
Lamias was low, silent, and suddenly stretched his hand to hold the hidden pendant… and then again, mutation was born!
She felt something on her feet, and at this time Lamias looked at herself and found out that what was on her feet was a fat, incremental cat.
Lamias startled.
A bunch of war nuns, including Grant, are at this point.
“I said a hundred hot nuns to pick me up! But what’s all this time? Only a few people are so cold! And where’s Top Grade? Do you Black Religious Order do that in good faith?
At
the same time, a very bad old man’s voice came along with the wind… Father Stella!
…
Lamias took the hand to reverse holy relic, loosely loose and saw only one silhouette coming from a distance, but only a few steps had reached the eyes of the people.
Father Stella!
Just not wearing his black priest robe… a priest in a gown with a snowcake box.
“Father Stella?” Lamias seems to be somehow unbelievable that Father Stella will appear in front of himself.
“He’s an enemy Stella?” Sister Grant is now frowned.
But in the face of the silence, Father Stella, several fighting sisters were surprised at the same time… Sister Grant, more than Father frowns – the last toxic tongue of Father Stella, apparently has upset her.
“Don’t yell at me!” Father Stella said at this time coldly snort, “and I came here in good faith, didnt expect you to greet me with these bad products! I’m so disappointed! You want me to join you, next life!”
She still cares about Father Stella’s insane episode at this time, just as she saw a life-saving rice, and said, “Father, these people are here to catch you back, watch out! No, I don’t want to. I don’t want you to join the club. They’re going to deny you’re pushing the World Plan!”
“Catch me?” Father Stella skipped a few fighter nuns in doubt, and the last sight fell on Sister Grant, and then Dao comprehension: “I said,” No wonder if it’s time for this. It took me half an hour to figure out the perfect plan. How dare you deny it! It’s a great deal of respect for God! It’s time to fight! Eat me a day! ”
The name and so on, Lamias doesn’t want tsukkomi… but whatever it is, as long as the fist has a blast, Lamias has a shock to hold this bad old man’s family!
See only Father Stella’s legs spread, his waist sinks, his fists kicked out, and he’s got the same shouted: “Hah!“
And then… and then there was no.
Don’t say boxing, the microwind has never appeared… and this is the chief of the former God’s prison, called a boxing to suppress the darkest creature of Europe.
At this point, Sister Grant, who boxing against her head, was silent for a few seconds before he waved his hand: “Take this old man, who’s sick in his head, too!”
“Yes!”
The war sisters don’t say anything like the rainbow.
Lamias is dying at this moment
Bomb…!
A tremendous spin… and Sister Grant turned around, and saw only the top of the sea, and the parrot spiral stopped, and then a water column came up in heaven!
Then Black Religious Order inheritance, one of the precious mysteries of the parrots, immediately stops the crack…
The water column starts out of the sky, then spreads out, drinks rain, spills with the wind… and when it hits Sister Grant’s face, she can let a shivered fight!
She turned around, and what she saw was that six militant nuns had fallen on the ground and remained on the ground, and that their armor had even been broken.
At this point, Father Stella, who was called a stupid old man, was digging his nose, looking at her head, and saying, “Who says is sick in her head?” Come here, I promise not to punch your chest! “
Sister Grant, at this point, had little thought in a cold breath, could have leaked to the back cliff… [feared the armor in the back of the Cross, while spreading blue light and pushing her body into the air.
“Want to go? No way!” Father Stella picked up a stone, “Eat my love and justice bullet!”
Just throw it out.
Lamias clearly saw Sister Grant fall directly from above high altitudes… and eventually directly into the sea.
Father Stella was desperate on the cliff.
The sea, the broken parrot spiral, slowly sinking, and the sea water continues to flow… Lamias is in a state of mood and falls down on his knees.
She looks at Father Stella’s back, and she sees starlight and he looks like a faintly discernable light on his body.
“What are you looking at at at me?” Father Stella, at this point, “I sacrificed my sleep time, and I thought you had good faith in asking me to be your bearer, Didnt expect you to have no good faith! I changed my mind. After three or five or seven years, I’ll take a minute to get your old nest to the end! Ask you not to be afraid!”
Lamias suddenly laughed.
Father Stella was surprised, “Are you afraid you didn’t scare your head or laugh?”
“Take me with you,” Lamias took a deep breath, take out the reverse holy relic on your body, put it in control, and then put it in front of Father Stella, “From today on, you are my faith.”
“What’s the matter?” Father Stared wide-eyed at Statra’s time.
“Father, maybe not for that, I’ll take you to the headquarters of the repair.” Lamias just stood up and eyes were fanatic, and “You’ll be the master of the new era!”
“After all, this pumpkin’s head really freaked out…” Father Stella suddenly hit a cold shake, “cannot afford to offend, cannot afford to offend, skip!”
So Father Tianxing sneaked like that, and soon.
“Lamias took a deep breath, and said,” Better than giving up my wedding… “
Suddenly, she watched several fighting festivals that passed out of the past and thought about going up and stripping ’em out of their bodies.
“Anyway, with some self-preservation…”
Lamias looks at a submarine parrot that is completely sinking into the sea water, but suddenly has a sense of homelessness.
PS1: (7/82)
PS2: HAPPY BIRTHDAY FOR ‘MAN UNDER THE CLOUDS.
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