The man roared. He closed his eyes, roared, and then rushed towards the dark saints inside the gate of the city hall.


    At this moment, he was desperate. He had given up his life.


    Looking at the man who rushed up with the miner''s pick, the expressions of the dark saints were full of ridicule. An ordinary man with a miner''s pick dared to resist them? They are dark saints. This little miner''s pick can''t hurt them at all.


    Facing the attack of ordinary people, they don''t need to avoid at all. At this moment, all dark saints think so. In the face of the men who rushed over, none of them made any defensive posture at all.


    However, the next moment, the man rushed in. He rushed in front of a dark saint. Then the miner''s pick in his hand smashed hard and hit the dark saint in front of him. Then the miner''s pick smashed through the dark saint''s helmet and directly penetrated his head.


    In front of this ordinary miner''s pick, the dark holy clothes on the dark Saint seemed as fragile as a piece of paper.


    Blood gushed out. The dark saint, who was arrogant and arrogant a moment ago, fell at the man''s feet and was killed by his pick.


    The blood splashed on the man''s face. The poor man trembled. He opened his eyes and was stunned by the scene in front of his eyes.


    He''s not dead. It was the dark saint who died. He really killed the enemy! At this moment, the man trembled, and his mind was blank. He had no idea what had happened.


    It''s not just this poor man. Watching their companions killed, at this moment, in the city hall, the faces of all the dark saints were extremely hard to see. They looked at the men and the bodies on the ground with incredible eyes, and even some horror.


    Why? Why can an ordinary man kill the dark saint with an ordinary miner''s pick?!


    "Kill him!" suddenly, the dark saints were stunned by such a strange situation. But soon, from the shock, the dark Saint fighters nearby were furious. They roared and rushed up at the poor man, trying to kill him.


    How fast the dark saint is! Of course, the poor man can''t even see the movements of the dark saint. However, when these dark saints rushed up, the poor man just shouted in horror. He waved the miner''s pick in his hand.


    But the incredible scene happened again. The poor man just waved the miner''s pick carelessly, but his miner''s pick seemed to be a spiritual artifact. The dark saints who rushed up seemed to hit the miner''s pick with their heads.


    Soon, around the poor man, there were several more bodies belonging to the dark saint. They were all smashed through their heads by miners'' pickaxes. He fell to the ground, stared wide and looked like he was dying.


    Seeing this scene, this time, the remaining dark saints took a breath of air conditioning. If the first time is just a coincidence, what the hell is this time?!


    At this moment, their eyes at the poor man and the miner''s pick in his hand changed completely.


    And the poor man himself was stunned.


    He stared at the miner''s pick in his hand, feeling something unspeakable in his heart. He couldn''t help thinking, "is the God of miners helping him?!"


    Because he usually works hard in the mine, the miner''s God heard his prayer and injected divine power into the miner''s pick?! At this moment, the poor man''s tiny brain can only think of such a possibility.


    "This... What the hell is this?!" the dark Saint fighters, looking at the poor man, have completely changed their eyes. Some of them even couldn''t help looking at avid. At this moment, it is difficult to see the extreme of avid''s expression on the roof.


    Different from the previous arrogance and freehand brushwork, at this moment, his expression has been extremely dignified. His eyes looked down at the city hall. His eyes wandered. He seemed to be looking for something. But even with his strength, he still can''t find anything wrong.


    "If you have such ability but hide your head and tail, aren''t you afraid of being laughed at?" Yavid shouted from the roof.


    Hearing yaweide''s words, at this time, the dark Saint fighters naturally woke up on the spot. The real power is not the poor worker, but behind the worker, there is an expert who is secretly helping him!


    With this in mind, the dark saints are all like great enemies!


    Their eyes are subconsciously searching around. Unfortunately, no matter how they look for it, they can''t find any clues at all.


    "You have such skills and take care of my affairs. Are you from the holy land? No, the holy land should be in a mess to deal with the Pluto army now. There can''t be extra people to deal with me! Are you other experts passing by here? Or behind Venice..." in avid''s mind, Countless thoughts flashed continuously.


    However, when avid and the dark saints were facing great enemies, the poor man with the miner''s pick trembled, but he summoned up his courage again. He roared and wanted to rush towards the dark saints again.


    But this time, a joking laugh sounded in the poor man''s ear, "why, it''s expanded. Do you think you can pick so many dark saints with the help of your miner God?"


    With the joking laughter, a figure appeared in front of the poor man as if silently.


    This figure is tall and handsome. On his body, he wears a long gown and mandarin jacket from the ancient oriental world. On his back was a huge box wrapped in white cloth. The poor man rushed up, caught off guard and almost hit the box.


    He stumbled and fell to the ground. The poor man was a little confused, but soon, he looked at the figure in front of him. This normally dull man was blessed at this moment. Without hesitation, he climbed down on the ground and knelt down, "please, save my child!".