Martial Arts? I Don't Know How To Do It, But I Only Know Magic!

The matter in the Magic City was over, and Henry Zhang used the power of the Sanqing Talisman to teleport himself to the small courtyard of the Tianshi Mansion.

Next, he needs to take a good rest, although it is said that he can exchange items in the mall and recover from his physical injuries instantly.

But Henry Zhang felt that merit should be used at critical moments.

This wound heals slowly. Anyway, as long as he is in the human world, unless there is another cross-border attack, otherwise, as long as the Sanqing Talisman is there, he will be invincible.

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Rice Empire, Paradise City, Inner City.

Batch after batch of mutated zombies were attracted here, but unfortunately, the formation had failed.

Looking at this scene, the Pope frowned. If he didn't think of a way, if things continued like this, there would be more and more zombies, and the City of Paradise would fall sooner or later.

"Don't worry, let me do it!"

A voice sounded behind the Pope.

The pope looked back and saluted quickly.

This is a blond girl of fifteen or sixteen years old. She is thin and petite, but she possesses extremely powerful power.

Pope: "With Sir Gabriel here, there will definitely be no problem."

Gabriel: “This body is too weak, it can only fight once and it will be scrapped.

You should hurry up and find more servants with high affinity to the Holy Light. As long as the gods come, these will be minor problems.

Instruct the people below to quickly build Noah's Ark. Then I will personally go out and use Noah's Ark to take these monsters to the east.

At that time, I will go to the East to visit and catch up with Sun Wukong.

No one has ever dared to be so disrespectful to me.

Sun Wukong, wait for me.

I want to make you unable to live or die. "

The Pope was confused, Sun Wukong?

Is there such a person in Dongfang Dao Sect?

Why has he never heard of it?

Although I don’t know, Lord Gabriel, since he said so, there must be something.

Pope: "You personally take action, let alone a little Sun Wukong, the whole East will kneel at your feet."

In the inner city, outside the shelter camp, millions of people are building a giant ship day and night. No one knows what this giant ship will be used for.

At the same time, with Edward's help, John's strength has greatly increased, and he has gained a lot of fame among demon hunters.

Edward also recruited dozens of demon hunters who died in battle and turned them into ghost soldiers.

Look at Lin Yishan, who is also a ghost envoy, now sitting in a ghost city with hundreds of thousands of ghost soldiers under his command.

He originally had no desires and desires, but he also began to have goals, such as becoming the first foreign King of Yama, or becoming the lord of the foreign underworld.

And these demon hunters are his targets. He wants these people to slowly become his believers and become his subordinates after death.

Tom, who was working, would steal glances from time to time. John, who was supervising their work not far away, felt the hatred towards him growing in his heart day by day.

He swore that as long as he could make this John kneel on the ground, beg him for mercy.

No matter how big the price is, he is willing to pay it.

He originally believed in God, but now he has converted to Satan and joined the camp of hell.

No priest has discovered that the number of people who believe in Satan is increasing day by day in this internment camp.

At the same time, there are more and more flying snakes in the indigenous tribes. In order to awaken Lord Quetzalcoatl, they are organizing everyone to set off for the Paradise City.

To awaken Quetzalcoatl, at least a million people would have to be sacrificed for blood. That number would be equal to all the indigenous people combined.

If they use their blood as a sacrifice, Quetzalcoatl will wake up and find that his servant is gone, and these flying snakes will not be able to do the job.

These flying snakes are not afraid of zombies at all, and they even feed on these zombies.

In hell, the dragon-headed demon lord was sitting on the throne, looking at the wounds on his body.

There is always a force at the broken arm that prevents its arm from growing back.

Its gaze looked into the void, its eyes filled with anger.