“However, we can’t give up so easily!” A cold light flashed across Qin Lun’s eyes. The appearance of Wu Ka had caused him to have a pure killing intent towards these elite Samsara cultivators for the first time.

There was no room for compromise between Samsara and the apostles, especially an outstanding apostle like Qin Lun, who would still be dispatched to the starry sky for the death hunt regardless of this world. It was good to have one less elite Samsara like Uka and Alice, reducing the potential danger.

“Les, are you still fighting?” Qin Lun asked softly on the guild channel.

“What’s wrong, Boss? Do you need our support?” Soon, the female elves’ playful laughter came from the channel.

“Looks like you’re in a good mood. You’ve gained a lot, right?” Qin Lun smiled and said, “Here is a gift for you. I just injured an opponent who is not bad, but I don’t have time to pursue him. I’ll leave it to you guys to deal with!”

“Oh, where is the general location?” Les asked happily. The Samsara Cultivator Qin Lun spoke of was not bad. Naturally, she would be richer and would be seriously injured. Of course, she would be happy to accept this gift.

Qin Lun marked the city center map that appeared on the guild channel and completely threw the matter aside. Although Les’ taste was somewhat heavier at times, this girl was very smart and knew how to choose. Even if Alice received reinforcements, she shouldn’t be in danger.

…

Standing at the top of a dilapidated building, Amp looked around and pointed to the right at the edge of the battlefield. However, the young man’s gaze froze as he opened his mouth wide, unable to say anything. “Sir, it’s in that direction. That’s where the commander is.”

“Hey, the sacred object you’re referring to shouldn’t be this thing!” Qin Lun’s expression was extremely ugly as he looked at the colossus in the air and his face darkened. Only Mrs Monica remained unmoved and looked at the spectacle with interest.

In midair, about a hundred meters away from the ground, a strange-shaped flying warship was floating.

The battleship was a hundred meters long and about fifty meters wide. It was shaped like a crustacean and looked very cute. Not only were there three pairs of insect-shaped black and shiny limbs on both sides of the hull, they were also wearing thick armor, and the angle of impact at the top of the head was exactly the same as the horn of the Unicorn Immortal.

The crux of the matter was that the image of the battleship, coupled with Amp’s previous narrative, had to be reminiscent of a sacred object of Christ-the Scarabs!

“No, it’s not!” Amp wiped the cold sweat off his forehead and rolled his eyes. After observing for a while, he immediately cried out in surprise, “Big, my lord, this must be an artificial object! Look … there are several pairs of turbine engines underneath its body, and there is a bridge with a glass shield on its head. It definitely isn’t a Scarabella. Ahaha, hahaha …”

Qin Lun raised his head, still expressionless. After observing for a moment, he also confirmed that this flying warship should not be a real Scarabs. It was just a little similar. The pairs of turbo engines used some unknown fuel. The flames at the nozzles turned purple and black. At first glance, they thought it was the natural texture of an insect’s abdomen.

As for the horn that resembled the horn of a unicorn, it seemed to be some kind of large caliber cannon. If the designer of this battleship did not have an evil taste, then it would probably be a replica of the Scarabs.

“What are you so happy about! If you can’t prove the existence of the sacred object, then I’ll have to kill you all!” Qin Lun looked at the battleship in the air and his face twitched. His head was teasing, so he went to attack this thing.

“Wait, Gerthardt, he’s not lying. There is indeed a Christian sacred object on this warship. I can sense the aura of an old friend!” The Sandstorm Queen suddenly frowned, her expression becoming serious as she stared at the insect warship.

“Old friend? The Vatican cultivator who chased after you before?” Qin Lun immediately understood what Mrs. Monica meant.

“Yes, he has noticed us. He’d better leave this place first!” Mrs. Monica withdrew her gaze and bit her lower lip, speaking with an uneasy expression.

“Oh?!” Qin Lun narrowed his eyes slightly. He was very interested in the person that the Sandstorm Queen was afraid of.

Qin Lun raised his head, and the Yin Yang Fish pattern in his left eye flickered with a mysterious light. The perception in the void instantly condensed into a beam, throwing it towards the bridge of the warship.

The battleship was more than a hundred meters high in the sky, and the distance between them and the bridge was more than two hundred meters in a straight line. Qin Lun’s perception couldn’t reach this far, but it was thanks to the glass shield structure of the bridge. Now that the night sky was illuminated by the flames of war, his enhanced perception was barely able to see the scenery within the bridge.

Only five or six people standing at the front of the shield could clearly see their faces, excluding the busy figures and equipment running faintly on the bridge. One of them was wearing a ponytail and wearing a bishop’s uniform. He seemed to be their leader, pointing at the burning City of London with a face full of excitement.

Beside him stood a white-haired youth holding a Bible in his hand with an indifferent expression. The white-haired youth wore a white cultivator uniform with a hood and a hemp rope tied around his waist. He was looking in the direction of Qin Lun and the others from afar.

The young man had a handsome face, and his slightly thin cheeks were like knives cutting axes. It was unknown if his broad forehead was shining with a holy white light due to the reflection of the flames.

After exchanging a glance with him, Qin Lun’s restless mood calmed down inexplicably. Gao Zhi’s desire to fight quickly receded, and he even felt a sense of war weariness.

Qin Lun was slightly shocked and couldn’t help but look away. However, as soon as he moved his gaze away, he felt a burst of intense anger from the bottom of his heart. He suddenly raised his head and met the young man’s gaze again.

Seeing the enemy’s actions, the white-haired youth on the bridge frowned slightly. With a solemn expression, he drew a cross on his chest and turned around, no longer paying attention to Qin Lun and the others.

“Humph!” Qin Lun snorted coldly. Just as he was about to withdraw his gaze, he suddenly raised his eyebrows in surprise. In the crowd behind the two leaders, a familiar figure flashed by.

“Interesting!” Qin Lun’s eyes lit up, and the corner of his mouth curved into a strange arc.

“Gerthard, it’s time for us to go. That person is eyeing us. He’s coming this way.” The Sandstorm Queen looked warily in the direction of the battleship and said nervously.

“En!” Qin Lun quickly noticed that a small light helicopter had flown out of the warship and was heading towards them. Apart from the pilots, there were also a few other people on the helicopter. One of the auras made one feel peaceful and calm. It was so special in this hell-like battlefield that it was hard to ignore.

“Although you haven’t seen the sacred object with your own eyes, your previous information should be correct. Our contract is over now. You can leave now!” Qin Lun turned his head and said indifferently. He immediately let out a sigh of relief, picked up his wife who had fallen into a coma and quickly left.

“Gerthard, you go first. I’ll stop them. Otherwise, we won’t be able to escape the helicopter with the speed of the sandstorm tornado!” Monica looked back worriedly and pushed Qin Lun away with a smile.

Qin Lun’s face revealed a smile. Suddenly, his entire body trembled and he reached out to grab Monica. At the same time, the Sandstorm Queen seemed to have sensed something as she turned her head to the north with a solemn expression.

“Boom!” In the north, a blood-red pillar of light shot up from the ground, cutting through the night like a sharp axe, turning the clouds in the sky that reflected flames into a terrifying whirlpool.

The Blood Pillar of Light lasted for a very short period of time, and it dissipated in a few seconds. An invisible shock wave spread out around the blood pillar. This shockwave was invisible and devoid of substance, but many ordinary humans hiding nearby covered their hearts and fell to the ground with pale faces.

Some Britons who have been injured or have heart problems even fainted. Even the superhumans in the city felt their hearts shrink, and their blood flowed upstream. For a moment, their bodies were almost out of control.

“This is” Qin Lun looked in the direction of the blood column, his eyes flickering. “Major Montana, you succeeded! That woman Intagula liberated Alcatel …”

“Gerthard, that man is heading north!” The Sandstorm Queen heaved a sigh of relief as she looked at the helicopter that had turned around and left.

“Monica, is that bitter cultivator really that powerful? Can’t we both deal with him?” Qin Lun frowned slightly. Although the white-haired youth made him feel very special, the tranquil and calm aura was really not enough to intimidate him. He could not understand the specific strength of that person.

“That person” The Sandstorm Queen’s expression was a little strange. She looked at the gradually shrinking helicopter with fear and whispered, “Gerthard, have you heard of the legends of King Arthur and the Knights of the Round Table?”

“King Arthur and the knights of the round table?” Qin Lun looked at the woman beside him in surprise and asked in disbelief, “Of course I’ve heard of them, but … are they still alive?”

Qin Lun’s surprise wasn’t unreasonable. King Arthur and the knights of the Round Table were just legends. They didn’t even know if there were any real characters. Historians estimate that they were around the sixth century AD, more than 1,500 years old.

Although these people might have been superhumans in a sense at the time, it was hard to imagine them still alive.

“That person’s background is very mysterious and he is very powerful. When the Holy See chased me down, he appeared as a heretical judge twice. At that time, I was still a noble and had many guards with me, so I survived through the sacrifices of the guards on both occasions.”

Monica’s expression was filled with terror and unconcealable hatred. “Since then, I have collected information about this person for a period of time. However, strangely, no one in the monastery knows where he came from.”

“What does that have to do with King Arthur’s legend?” Qin Lun asked doubtfully.

“Because I have visited his abbey, the rumored retreat of the first round-table knight, Lancelot Drake, and I have found in an ancient book of the abbey that every previous Pope visited him and addressed him as Cultivator Lancelot.”

Mrs. Monica smiled bitterly. “I’ve seen this person’s funeral twice, but after each funeral, there’s another boy with a face that’s eighty to ninety percent similar to his. But this person has always been lonely. Not only has he not been married, but no descendants have visited him. It’s really strange!”