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Chapter 760: Prajna Descends to Prajna

Chapter 760: Prajna Descends to Prajna

"Are you afraid?"

With Charlie's knowledge, it was difficult to understand how this steel behemoth actually worked. In his worldview, the landspeeder was a behemoth similar to a dragon, and the firearms in the hands of the Mexican soldiers were crossbows.

It’s not like they haven’t faced such enemies before - God’s warriors are fearless!

"I'm scared? Are you kidding me?"

Orhan, riding on the back of the claw dragon, snorted coldly but did not argue. In his opinion, these soldiers under the Emperor were just a group of fanatical bumpkins who mistook ignorance for fearlessness.

"Quick, fire at the Texans!"

On the land cruiser, the great dictator was no longer as calm as before, and shouted at the British advisers to open fire.

Based on his many years of experience in leading troops, the current situation is already quite serious.

If the enemy was just a dragon, it would be fine to let the soldiers disperse, which would also reduce casualties. They could just gather together afterwards. Anyway, in this wilderness, anyone with a little bit of brains would not desert.

But now the Texan cavalry has arrived. If the new army soldiers are allowed to flee in all directions, once their cavalry rushes in, the situation will turn into a massacre.

This was the cornerstone of his rule. In his mind, even if he did not gain any benefit from this battle, as long as the main force of the new army was not lost, he could still exaggerate the achievements of this battle after returning home, and no one would dare to challenge him.

The advisor who was leaning out of the landship with a telescope shouted back: "Mr. President, the enemy has not yet entered our range. If we open fire at this time, it will only be a waste of ammunition."

Porfirio raised his voice: "Follow my orders, Major James. Whether we can defeat the enemy or not, at least let my soldiers see the power of this big guy that I got in exchange for real money from you!"

The major shrugged. "All right, Mr. President."

As the landship turned its turret, a roar was heard.

A wave of air spread out around the landship.

The high-explosive bomb filled with white crystal flew over a distance of several thousand meters and turned into a huge mushroom cloud.

The explosion was deafening, causing a commotion among the cavalry. Fortunately, the first shot was beyond the range of the landship and was intended only to deter, so it just flew over the heads of the cavalry, creating a terrible deep pit with a diameter of several hundred meters on the open ground.

A group of medieval crusaders swallowed their saliva subconsciously.

"The difficulty of this trial seems to be even higher than the last one."

"Since it's a trial, it can't be easy."

"The ferocity of evil spirits happens to be a yardstick for testing our piety."

In the cracks under the ground, the thick smell of death formed black mist. From the abyss, there were constant shrill roars, as if some extremely filthy creature was trying to cross the barrier of space and come into the world.

The three pairs of eyes of the evil dragons all showed disgust. Although the dragons were called evil dragons and their behavior tended to be chaotic and evil, they were the miracle of life nurtured by the world, and some ancient dragons even shouldered the responsibility of being the guardians of nature.

"The breath of hell. This stink bug that smells like death is actually related to hell."

"Hurry, boss, let your paladin go into battle. This is her specialty!"

Lothar raised his hand and swung out a ray of holy fire, scaring away the evil spirits approaching him. He then stepped lightly on Ladong's back, causing the entire dragon body to fall heavily downwards - Lothar had used his "magic warrior" talent in this kick, and it was quite powerful.

It is said that washing white is three points weaker.

After Ladon was "whitewashed", he not only became three points weaker, but also often cheated and slacked off. For example, when it came to these evil spirits besieging him, Lothar didn't believe that Ladon couldn't even solve these small troubles, and asked him to do it himself.

"The boss is angry, brothers, stop being lazy!"

"Hey, I thought these little things made me feel numb and tingling, which was quite comfortable."

"Die, die, die, and be destroyed!"

The three dragon heads immediately stopped holding back, flames burst out of their bodies, and the entire dragon seemed to have turned into a flaming meteorite falling from the sky. The evil spirits that besieged it were all reduced to ashes in the blink of an eye.

After destroying the reptiles on its surface, the dragon swooped down and three streams of magic fire gushed out towards the crack in the ground.

At the same time, a huge hand grabbed the edge of the crack in the ground. Ladon's dragon fire burned on it, but it didn't seem to cause any damage at all.

The rough palm, covered with blue veins like a vine, had sharp claws like a knife and was surrounded by poisonous mist. The moment it appeared, the dragon flame that was still burning on the ground suddenly went out.

Countless burnt translucent spirits wailed as they fell into the palm of the hand. They were then stuffed into the mouth of the terrifying monster that had suddenly drilled into the crack in the ground and began to chew them.

It was clearly an incorporeal soul, but it chewed as if it were chewing a living person, and the bones and blood made a creaking sound. This horrifying scene frightened everyone who saw it. Being killed by a dragon would be one thing, but being killed by this monster would mean that not even the soul would be left.

This is an unforgivable enemy in Mexico, where the church is deeply rooted.

"Oh God, how can we just sit there and watch such monsters appear in the world."

"That necromancer Guderian is simply Satan's lackey, the devil's apostle, and a symbol of blasphemy. We can no longer allow him to act recklessly!"

"But is this the time for us to fight among ourselves? The dark evildoers from Texas have arrived. At this time, we must unite as one."

In the Mexican army, some church knights had stern expressions, and the leaders of several knightly orders gathered together and argued fiercely.

"We are willing to fight for Mexico, to eliminate the evil in Texas, and to reclaim our homeland, but we are not willing to make an agreement with those crazy people of the necromancy sect for this reason. If we turn a blind eye to this, what qualifications do we have to use the sacred light!"

"Brothers, I know you are angry, but besides being Christians, we are Mexicans first. Everything is for our motherland, for Mexico!"

In the end, it was the highest-ranking and oldest paladin who put the final word on the conversation.

"But I swear, after this battle, I will make the people of the Necromancer sect pay the price!"

"Oh, God!"

"The power of darkness is so terrifying. Is this why the Holy Son summoned us here?"

The knights from the Middle Ages felt a palpitation in their hearts. The scene before them was too horrifying. Whether it was the enemy's terrible cannons or the terrifying monsters that devoured souls, the impact they brought to them was extremely huge.

"Eliminate evil, uphold justice, support the weak, and restore order! This is our duty."

They silently took out the cross and began to pray, which made the Texas cowboys look at each other in bewilderment. Compared with the generally shallow or even non-believers of this era, the religious atmosphere of the medieval knights was too strong.

They are just like a group of old antiques who just walked out of a monastery and are out of touch with the times.

Until the crowd slowly dispersed, revealing the beautiful figure riding on the back of the giant unicorn.

"Ms. Iron Knight!"

"Ma'am, why are you here?"

Prajna glanced at everyone indifferently, without answering, but patted Eclipse on the back. Eclipse immediately ran away from the formation. This nightmare horse from hell was the most unruly, but when it came to Prajna, the ghost general, it was really afraid of him to the core.

In fact, it is not only afraid of Prajna, but also afraid of Jeanna, the dark nemesis, and Fringilla, the future Blood Lord.

At this time, the monster had completely crawled out from the ground. It was a monster over thirty meters tall, with two spiral horns, a hunched body, a blood-red face, and a mouth that stretched from the ears to reveal a mouth full of sharp white teeth.

Its arms were as slender as those of a monkey. It grabbed handfuls of dead souls and stuffed them into its mouth, chewing them while making a creepy laugh.

But the laughter stopped abruptly the moment he saw Prajna, like a chicken with its throat strangled.

"This Monster is fierce!"

Cherinina, who was watching the battle from a distance, said thoughtfully, "But, it feels like I've seen this before somewhere?"

Especially that greedy food soul, who looked like a starving ghost.

Lavinia nodded and said, "Remember the black ghost-faced shield that Ms. Prajna often carried?"

"Ah, yes, it is almost exactly the same as the ghost face relief on the shield!"

Roar--

The monster roared, as if warning the people not to come any closer, but the roar that originally sounded quite creepy now sounded a bit timid.