: 439 Red Apostles game

This is a very wide space.
There are two rows of tall stone pillars arranged on both sides, like the glimpse of Huang Chendian, extending forward and leading to a huge threshold.
The floor is covered with red carpet.
There is a huge crystal lamp hanging above.
At first glance, it is just like the scene where the ceremony is going to be held, giving people a feeling that even if the emperor is giving orders here, it is not surprising.
Around such a hall, there are entrances and exits.
These entrances and exits are all connected to a corridor.
Fang Li rushed out from one of the corridors.
At the same time, countless kinds of phosphorus also emerged from the rest of the corridors, blocking the direction of the gate and enveloping the square.
This time, the party stopped its own steps.
Around, the large amount of phosphorus stopped the pace and stopped. It just formed an encirclement and surrounded the square.
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The tense atmosphere of the sword began to pervade the space.
Fang Li looked around at a large number of phosphorus around the enemy, then raised his head and looked forward.
In front of the legion that blocked the direction of the gate, a tall figure with a distinctive phosphorous around it stood there.
It is a triangular beetle with a tall body up to two meters.
It is said to be a triangular beetle. In fact, it is a humanoid shape with the appearance of a beetle. The body is very burly, and the limbs are also powerful, which makes the muscles rise high.
A string of rosary wrapped around the crystal hangs on the beetle's human form.
An extremely strong breath undulating in the other's body, instantly overshadowed the surrounding legions.
There is no doubt that it is a Red Devil.
Moreover, it is still quite good at fighting power, at least not weaker than the Lige of the Faglia.
Of course, such a Red Devil is definitely not just a general character.
Immediately, in the vast hall, the voice of the other party rang.
"I am a tour sergeant, Libezal."
It was a thick voice that was enough to shake the air in the entire hall.
The Red Devil named Libezal lowered his head. Although the face of a beetle could not see the expression, the sight of the person who was thrown into the square was obviously carrying disdain and contempt.
"Are you the human being caught by the adult of Belle Peorou?"
Hearing the words, Fang Li blinked.
In the masquerade, in addition to the high-level executives, the grassroots personnel are basically divided into two types of arms.
One is a search and hunting squad that is responsible for detecting various targets and locating, reconnaissance and tracking targets.
One is a patrolman who is responsible for combat and captures, destroys, and annihilates the target.
The former is generally a Red Apostle with a relatively weak fighting ability but with a special ability.
The latter are generally more capable of fighting, and even have the Red Apostle in the name of the devil.
Both types of arms perform their duties, but in the general case, they use a group of two as a unit to assist each other and complete the task.
If you encounter a search and hunting squad, it is a fledgling firefighter, and you can complete the crusade against it by virtue of the power of the deed.
After all, search hunters have always been not good at fighting, and in the situation of positive encounters, naturally, the fire fog warriors that exist for the purpose of crusade are better.
And if it meets the tour, it will be more troublesome.
Because this type of Red Apostle is all very good at fighting.
However, for Fang Li, this is not bad at all.
Whether it is a tour or not, the other party is the Red King, then it proves that its own power is enough to pay attention.
Of course, since this tour priest has the momentum of the Red King, which is comparable to Fariagny's top five in modern times, it is not an ordinary patrol.
Among the tourmen, there is also a particularly strong presence of cronies belonging to the top of the masquerade.
In front of this singer named Libezal, since only the name of Bello Peoru is mentioned, it should be the confidant of the scheming staff.
In fact, the speculation in the square is indeed correct.
"I really don't know what the people of Beilu Peolu are doing with such a human being. Can you just swallow it away?"
Libezal said with an extremely impatient voice: "And, against a human being, it is still so motivated to move the crowd, and I have just mobilized me to come back. Is it because I want to deal with a human being? Less kidding!

Like Liberzal, he was as angry as his own speech. The heavy snoring caused the air to be shocked, and the surrounding phosphorus was frightened.
From the beginning to the end, Libezal did not put the party in his eyes.
Even those who don't know the inner feelings can't look down on this human being, so let alone the devil who has powerful power in the Red Apostles.
So, after Libazar vented his anger, he didn't even look at the square and waved his hand.
The surrounding phosphorus suddenly separated from each other by a strip of road.
Among these roads, one by one, or a human figure, or an animal shape, or a half-human beast, or a strangely shaped red apostle, slowly came forward and came to the front of a group of phosphorus.
These Red Apostles are obviously also tour guides.
However, unlike Libezal, it has a strong momentum and should not be the devil.
It is a pity that these red-age apostles also used the scornful or ridiculous eyes to look at the square surrounded by themselves and others, and they began to discuss it.
"I was the first time to use a human being as an opponent."
"Can human being our opponent?"
"It's a joke."
"I just need to open a mouth, this human being will be swallowed by me."
"Unfortunately, the manager said, you must catch him."
"As long as you catch it up, right?"
"Just come back by chance, the game during the break?"
A banter like this sounds from the surroundings.
At this moment, the party is not suffering from pressure, but ridicule.
In this case, Libezal shouted out.
"You come out alone and bring this man to me!"
Feelings, Libezal did not bother to shoot.
When Libezal’s voice fell, another voice rang.
"Let me come!"
It was an orangutan with a tall body that was taller than Liebezal.
Just like wanting to perform in front of the companions, like the singer, the red-born apostle in the shape of the orangutan laughs and comes to the front of the square at an unhurried pace, reaching out to the side. Only the arm.