MTL - Players Please Respect Yourself-v2 Chapter 644 Village girl? Dirty shepherd?

   Chapter 644 Village Girl? Dirty shepherd?

The original Miss Jialudi is also considered a beauty, but she can get 80 points in the sky. If you change to other places, maybe she can be a city flower or something. This good-looking figure is a bit unattractive in front of Heizhen and Rachel. On the temperament, it is obviously a big difference.

  After all, Heizhen has a legendary halo behind it. Although it looks crazy and scary, it was developed for someone after all, and the femininity that is occasionally revealed still makes the hearts of many soldiers itchy.

  Rachel, not to mention Rachel, the Empress of Fire, the highest commander of the Guardians, she charges ahead and commands the army with domineering power, which can actually stimulate men's desire to conquer.

At this moment, the facial features on Jialudi's face were rapidly deformed, and even the armor and weapons changed from the illusory golden light. Finally, what appeared in front of everyone was a man wearing a silver and white armor robe with long blond hair. A saint holding a platinum battle flag.

   Her face was exactly the same as Heizhen's, and she had a gentle gaze that was completely different from Heizhen's arrogant and indifferent eyes. Just seeing her water-blue eyes gave her a sense of trance that multiplied her courage.

   She is obviously shorter than everyone around her, and her height of 1.6 meters, even with combat boots, is nothing in front of these burly people.

   But standing alone at the head of the deserted city, she seemed to be incomparably taller.

   "Dark Garruder?" She was obviously unfamiliar with this name.

   She has a real holy afterglow on her body, and she can feel her power just by witnessing it. The first and only possibility they thought of was—this is a certain sage of the Holy Light Church?

   On a high platform dedicated to trebuchets standing behind the city wall, Daria found herself slipping: "Sorry, you are very similar to a lady we know. Which sage of the Church of the Holy Light are you?"

"Sage?" The woman knew that she was clearly misunderstood. She jumped with an unusually agile and agile leap, leaping ten meters high, dodging the sandworm king's angry pounce, letting the flying gravel hit her around her. On the golden shield of her, she turned her head and smiled at Daria: "Sorry! I'm not a sage, I'm just a country girl."

   After saying that, she turned like a spinning top a dozen times in midair, the battle flag in her hand was wrapped into a long spear, and the white spear light suddenly turned into a torrential rain, stabbing the sandworm king's thick shell quickly.

   "Pfft!"

  “Ow—”

   A carapace the size of a standard blackboard was torn apart into fishing nets by the fierce gunshots, and the criss-crossing gunmarks exchanged for the green flesh and blood shot out.

   The woman in white armor wrinkled her beautiful golden eyebrows, stunned by a strange borrowing force, the blood splattered by the foot armor wrapped in golden power, and the whole person flew out of the battle circle like a cannonball.

   In the next second, the pouring blood actually corroded the city wall solidified by the earth runes and formed potholes the size of a water tank.

  Come on, which village girl is so fierce?

   The polite words Daria wanted to say next got stuck in her throat.

"Ma'am! I'll help you—" Geralt fulfilled his responsibilities as the number two person well. With a volley, his whole body looked like a red cloud, shooting flames toward the sandworms. The king burned.

  The ideal is beautiful, but the reality is very skinny.

   Don't look at the white armored female saint who opened the sandworm with a single blow, let someone else...

   Well, where to go, where to go.

  The Sandworm King didn't even put his energy on Geralt. He just threw a chelicera on the giant sandworm's body violently, and Geralt was hit back like a home run.

   "Boom!" He smashed a catapult tower, and a large block of masonry collapsed, splashing dust all over the sky, and he didn't know his life or death.

   Daria pursed her lips and sighed in her heart: The gap between the overlord and the ordinary hero is there, and the others are just delivering food. I am afraid that there will be another anti-king...

  Sometimes, I am really afraid of what will happen.

   A black light flashed in the distance, which looked like the horizon, but it was actually a pitch-black shadow coming at an extremely exaggerated speed from a certain space portal.

   "Hey hey hey! Big bug, can't you play? Do you want dad to help you!" He was wrapped in black shadows, unable to see what the body was.

   "Go—" The Sandworm King's throat made a grunt-like sound.

  The bickering is the bickering, the two guys deserve to be in the same camp, and immediately began to divide and cooperate.

   The black figure slashed towards the female saint with lightning speed, and from the body that looked like a small black tornado, two peculiar machetes popped out.

   It is a bit inappropriate to say that it is a machete, because the two curved and notched red-red blades are actually inlaid on the other side's dark soul-textured arms. The curved blade slashed over, like pulling up a dizzying knife flower.

   Attack speed is too high.

   "Ding ding ding ding dong!" A string of slashing down, there is an illusion that hundreds of people are typing letters on an old-fashioned typewriter.

   "Humph!" The female sage snorted coldly, reluctantly spinning her battle flag spear at a high speed, and was forced to enter the defense with an imposing aura that couldn't get in.

  The anti-kings are obviously trying to suppress people with numbers.

  The female saint was entangled, and the war beast like the Sandworm King began to destroy the defense line recklessly.

   It wasn't a sandworm, it suddenly made a strange and shrill scream.

   "Ouch—"

The huge mouthparts bloomed like five-leaf petals, revealing the internal structure of the scarlet mouth. As expected, it was a **** mouth that was ten thousand times more terrifying than a meat grinder. Curved fangs as long as a spear.

   What's even worse is that, at the next moment, seven or eight sandworms, which are a large circle, came out of it.

  These small sandworms are about seven or eighty meters long and about five meters in diameter. Even with this size, it is not something that the brave guardian soldiers around can resist.

"Ah, no!"

"Oh my God!"

  There are soldiers crushed by sandworms with huge bodies everywhere. If you are unlucky, they will be caught by sandworms and devoured on the spot. From the five-lobed lips, I don't know how many stumps and minced flesh sputtered out with blood.

   Soldiers, the courage finally mustered up by the female saint becomes meaningless in the face of the absolute strength of the enemy.

   "Damn—" Of course Rachel in the distance knew that she should rush back. But she was held back.

   Even if the opponent's strength should not be as good as her, the stalker doesn't count, and the blood is thick, Rachel really can't kill the opponent for a while.

   This is purely quantitative.

   "Don't be afraid!" The female saint shouted, and her body burst into a more dazzling brilliance. Even the anti-king in front of her had to avoid its edge. Where this golden light shines, a miracle was born!

   Heal the dead and live the bones!

   As long as the guardian soldiers still have a breath, regardless of the internal bleeding from fractures, they all found that their bodies began to heal rapidly.

   When a player saw this scene, he couldn't help but throw out a sentence: "Damn it! It's a dirty shepherd!"

   (end of this chapter)