Chapter 87: Onslaught (II)

"Next, I will act with you."
Looking at the mercenaries in front of him, Fang Zheng said, he has just learned from other populations that this is a mercenary regiment named "Rainbow Light". They are a very famous mercenary regiment in the north. The reputation is also very good, of course, it is not cheap to ask these people.
But for the temple, nothing that can be solved with money is not a problem.
If the money can solve the six-armed snake demon, Founder has no doubt that the temple will directly kill the guy with the money.
刚才 Just now, Founder glanced hastily at this mercenary group and found that their professional match was still very reasonable. The middle-aged man standing in front of himself was their regimental commander, and behind him were three fighters dressed the same. Then there are two giants who are huge in size and look more suitable for playing basketball. They are barbarians unique to the Northland, their professions ... Of course they are also barbarians.
In addition, this team also has a thin robber, two shooters-one of them is an elven shooter, plus a mage.
I have to admit that even if I look at it from the player's perspective, Founder also feels that this team is powerful enough, with MT, output, and control, that is, a poor treatment ... Then, what about Fina?
"I'm here, Mr. Founder."
Miss Shenguan also walked over with a scepter at this moment. Founder found that the sense of existence of this lady did not seem to be very strong. At least after Shi Dong and they came, she didn't know where to go. In fact, even the Founder forgot her for a while, but now ... hehe, thankfully he remembered it again.
"Let's go."
清 After checking the number of people, Fang Zheng quickly issued an order, and the mercenaries just nodded, followed silently behind Fang Zheng, and then walked towards the ruins.
This is not the same as saying yes.
I looked at the mercenaries who were silent behind him, and founder Fang was somewhat depressed. Originally, he was still thinking about following the routine of the novels he often reads. At this time, someone should jump out and question whether he has the ability. Then he had another face-scratching plot. Although Founder thought it might be a waste of time, he was ready for it.
As a result ... The mercenaries of his group did not even think what they wanted. The head of the group did not even express any opinion, but just nodded and agreed!
Sure enough, the reality is not as dramatic as the script, or is there no protagonist?
Thinking of this, Founder's heart is also a moment of emotion, think carefully, such things as the rich second generation flying in the streets will only appear in the novel, anyway, he had never seen such things in reality ... Basically, it's so dry.
Forget it, don't slap, don't slap, now the time is tight, it's still a matter of time.
The night was getting darker.
Encountering darkness, the entire ruin was in a dead silence. The darkness in which the five fingers were out of reach almost enveloped everything, and more importantly, in this case, the Founder was not able to light the torch. After all, there are only cultists here, and the other party can open the campfire PARTY with impunity, but if they do the same, pulling the siren when the police go out to catch the criminal is an effect.
The cultists are naturally very cunning, although at the center of the ruins, Founder can clearly see the light they ignite. But Nimf's radar scan also told him that there were many eyes hidden among the ruins nearby.
I have to admit that these cultists are still very patient, knowing that winter nights can be very cold, and places such as dark swamps are even more terrible. Founder, they were able to escape the calamity because of the cold protection provided by Fina, and those cultists obviously did not have such good welfare. The reason why cultists are cultists is not only because they have taken a wrong path of faith So simple, cultists give up order, so they cannot use magic and skills like ordinary professionals in this world. They can only gain strength through other means, such as signing a contract with the devil of and betraying the soul. Or use the fire of to achieve the purpose like the mage destroyer.
This is why, although the mage of destruction is inconspicuous to Charles' bald head, he still needs to rely on the strength of the other party. It is because after becoming a cultist, no matter how powerful they were before, they have left them. They cannot use order spells or order skills ...
In other words, in this cold and cold night, when Founder and others hurried away while enjoying the power of the "protection against the cold" divine magic, those cultists curled up in the ruins, shivering while doing Working on alert ...
To some extent, they are indeed fanatical and loyal.
Unfortunately, in the face of black technology, their enthusiasm and loyalty are useless. Nimf can easily scan the vital signs of these people, and she can even clearly mark the field of vision of each cultist!
So the founder's itinerary immediately changed from "the ten-man ruins" to the "Allied Death Squad". Under the guidance of Nimfu, he easily took other mercenaries to escape the search of those cultists on the periphery and began to gradually Approaching the center of the ruins.
At this moment, the patience of the Destroyer was finally exhausted.
The situation is a bit wrong.
He stared at the dark wilderness outside and clenched his hands. Although the news that Destroyer Mage had received from his servant just now is that the stupid mage was attacked by the wolves, so it took some time. But the mage of destruction did not believe this excuse very much, and now with the passage of time a little bit, he felt that the situation was not quite right. Although that idiot is foolish, he still won't give up this opportunity. Is there any problem in this?
Thinking of this, the mage of destruction seems a little restless. He was also a mage and a prophetic mage. If he had changed the past, he could cast his own spells and quietly peek at 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 prediction mage, the future he saw was so heavy that he couldn't breathe. He despaired to find out that the future is a fate that cannot be changed, and it is impossible to escape. A momentary choice can never change the final result, and because of this, he chose the faction to leave the order and join the day of destruction.
Since you cannot change or escape, let it be completely destroyed.
Nostalgia for the past just turned a little roundabout in the mind of Destroyer Mage, and did not cause any waves. Those days were never good for him. UU reading www.uukanshu.com he was naive and naive that once he could foresee the future, he would be able to control his own destiny. But after that, he found in despair that sometimes being a fool who knows nothing will make him happier.
"Start the ceremony right away."
I thought of this, and the mage decisively made a decision. He turned his head, glanced behind him, and on the altar, the statue of the previously broken six-armed snake demon had been pieced together and placed there. At that moment its body was shining with a faint and evil turquoise light. I don't know if it is an illusion. Under the shining light, the originally broken statue seems to be gradually healing.
In front of the statue, a ring was floating there, which was the ring that Charles had given to the mage before. But at this moment, the ring seems to be emitting a faint green glow ...
"You, come here."
Destroyed the mage and reached out his hand, pointing at a few cultists standing nearby. The cultists did not hesitate to reach the mage of destruction, their expressions were serious and cold, as if they had no sense of autonomy.
"There is a little problem, we have to start the ceremony right away."
Destroying the mage only explained a short sentence, and then issued an order.
"Ready to sacrifice."
"Yes."
Hearing the order of destroying the mage, the cultists nodded without hesitation, and then a headed man stepped forward and came to the altar to pick up a dagger.
Suddenly at this moment, the destruction mage turned his head and looked into the air.
When I was there, he saw the shining light of St. White like a shooting star cut through the dark night sky, and dived straight down in the direction of himself and others.
Enemy attack! !!