Chapter 88 Strong Attack (II)

"Next, I will act with you."

Looking at the mercenaries in front of him, Fang Zheng said that he had learned from other people just now that this is a mercenary group named "Rainbow Light". They are a very famous mercenary group in the Northland. The reputation is also very good, of course, it is not cheap to ask these people to make a move.

But for the temple, problems that can be solved with money are not problems.

If money can solve the six-armed snake demon, Fang Zheng has no doubt that the temple will directly use money to smash that guy to death.

Just now, Fangzheng glanced at this mercenary group hastily, and found that their professional match is still very reasonable. The middle-aged man standing in front of him was their regiment leader, and behind him were three identically dressed soldiers. Then there are two huge giants who seem to be more suitable for playing basketball. They are barbarians unique to the Northland, and their occupations...of course they are also barbarians.

In addition, there is a small thief in this team, two archers—one of them is an elf archer, and a mage.

I have to admit that even from a player's point of view, Fang Zheng felt that this team was strong enough, with MT, output, and control, but it was short of healing... By the way, what about Fina?

"I'm here, Mr. Fangzheng."

At this moment, the lady priest also walked over holding the scepter. Fang Zheng found that the lady priest didn't seem to have a strong sense of presence. At least after Shi Dong and the others came, she didn't know where she went. In fact, even Fang Zheng forgot her for a while, but now... cough cough, fortunately he remembered again.

"Let's go."

After counting the number of people, Fangzheng quickly issued an order, and the mercenaries just nodded, followed Fangzheng silently, and then walked towards the ruins.

This is different from what you said.

Looking at the mercenaries who followed behind him silently, Fangzheng felt a little depressed. Originally, he still wanted to follow the routine of the novels he often read, but at this time someone should jump out and question whether he has this ability. Then he will have another wave of face-slapping scenes. Although Fangzheng felt that this might be a waste of time, he was mentally prepared.

As a result... this group of mercenaries didn't do what they wanted at all, and the regiment leader didn't even express any opinions, just nodded his head and accepted it!

Sure enough, the reality is not as dramatic as the script, or is it because I don't have the protagonist's life?

Thinking of this, Fangzheng felt a burst of emotion in his heart. Thinking about it carefully, things like rich second generations domineering on the street would only appear in novels, anyway, he had never seen such things in reality... Basically, it's cool to do so.

Forget it, if you don't slap your face, don't slap your face. Time is running out now, so it's important to hurry.

The night was getting dark.

Under the shroud of darkness, the entire ruins also fell into a dead silence. The pitch-dark darkness covered almost everything, and more importantly, in this situation, Fang Zheng and the others couldn't light a torch for light. After all, apart from them, there are only cultists here, and the other party can start a bonfire party without any scruples, but if you do the same, it will have the same effect as the police pulling the siren when they go out to catch criminals.

The cultists are naturally very cunning, although in the center of the ruins, Fang Zheng can clearly see the fire they lit. But Nimf's radar scan also told him that there were also many eyes hidden among the nearby ruins.

I have to admit that these cultists are still very patient. You must know that winter nights are very cold, and places like the Dark Swamp are even colder. Fangzheng and the others were able to escape the catastrophe because of the protection from the cold imposed by Fina, and those cultists obviously did not have such good benefits. The reason why cultists are cultists is not just because they have embarked on a wrong path of belief It's so simple, the cultists have given up order, so they can't use magic and skills like ordinary professionals in this world. They can only gain power through other means, such as signing a contract with the devil in hell and selling their souls. Or, like the Doom Mage, use the fire of hell to achieve his goal.

This is also the reason why even though the Destroyer Mage doesn't like the bald head of Charles, he still needs to rely on the opponent's strength. It is because after becoming a cultist, no matter how powerful they were before, they have already left them. They cannot use order spells, nor can they use order skills......

In other words, in this icy cold night, when Fangzheng and the others were enjoying the power of the "cold protection" magical power while rushing on their way leisurely, those cultists curled up in the ruins, shivering and doing Working with vigilance...

In a way, they are indeed fanatical and loyal.

But it is a pity that their fanaticism and loyalty are useless in the face of black technology. Nimf can easily scan the vital signs of these people, and she can even clearly mark the field of vision of each cultist!

So Fangzheng's itinerary immediately changed from "Ten Ruins" to "Allied Death Squad". Approach the center of the ruins.

At this moment, the patience of the destruction mage was finally exhausted.

Something is not right.

He stared out into the dark wilderness, and clenched his hands. Although the news that the destruction mage got from his servant just now was that the stupid mage was attacked by wolves, so it took some time. But the Mage of Destruction didn't really believe in this excuse, and now as time passed, he felt more and more that something was wrong. Although that idiot is stupid, he still won't give up this opportunity. Could it be that there is something wrong with it?

Thinking of this, the destruction mage seemed a little restless. He was once a mage, and he was also a prophecy mage. If it was changed before, then he could cast his own spells and quietly peek into some changes from the prophecy and the future. But now, he has lost this ability——no, it should be said that he gave up this ability.

Because as a prophecy mage, the future he saw made him unable to breathe heavily, and he discovered in despair that the future was a fate that could not be changed, let alone escaped. A momentary choice can never change the final result, and because of this, he chose to leave the camp of order and join the day of destruction.

Since it can't be changed, and it can't be escaped, then let it all be completely destroyed.

The nostalgia for the past was just a small whirl in the mind of the destruction mage, and it didn't cause any waves. Those days were never good for him. He used to naively and naively thought that as long as he could foresee the future, he could control his own destiny. But after that, he discovered in despair that sometimes being a fool who doesn't know anything will make him happier.

"Start the ceremony immediately."

Thinking of this, the Destroyer Mage made a decisive decision. He turned his head and glanced behind him. On the altar, the previously broken statue of the Serpent Demon had been reassembled and placed there. At this moment, a faint and evil turquoise light is shining on its body. I don't know if it's an illusion, but under the light of that brilliance, the broken statue seems to be gradually healing.

And in front of this statue, a ring was floating there. It was the ring that Charles had given to the Mage of Destruction. But at this moment, the ring seems to be emitting a faint green light...

"You guys, come here."

The Mage of Destruction stretched out his hand, pointing to a few cultists standing not far from him. And those cultists walked up to the destruction mage without hesitation, their expressions were serious and cold, as if they had no self-consciousness.

"There is a small problem, we have to start the ceremony immediately."

The Destroyer Mage just gave a short explanation, and then issued an order.

"Prepare to sacrifice."

"Yes."

Hearing the order from the Mage of Destruction, those cultists nodded without hesitation, and then the leader strode forward, came to the altar and picked up the dagger

And at this moment, suddenly, the destruction mage turned his head and looked into the air.

There, he saw the shining brilliance of the Holy White cut through the dark night sky like a shooting star, and swooped straight down in the direction where he and the others were.

Enemy attack! !