"Praise the First Ancestor!"
"Praise our ancestors for giving us courage, strength and wisdom!"
"Praise the First Ancestor!"
"Praise be to the true demons, sea demons, lichs and those guests from the stars in the glory of the ancestors!"
"Praise the First Ancestor!"
"Praise the cracked earth beneath our feet, the rising sun above our heads, and the ancient fortress across from us for giving us the opportunity to face our greatest fears!"
Sir Ulrich fell from the sky and prostrated on an altar made of bones and magma. He raised his hands high, as if holding some invisible sacrifice. His voice fell on the earth, appearing dull and dull.
Hong Liang:
"We pray to our ancestors for blessing! We pray to our ancestors to grant us courage and strength! Water our dry souls with red flames and cold blood!"
"Praise the ancestor!" On the battlefield, thousands of monsters shouted and roared in unison, smearing their faces with the blood of wizards as the greatest piety to the ancestor.
"Here we come!" Sir Ulrich stood up suddenly, opened his arms, and embraced the entire battlefield, with a fanatical and intoxicated expression on his face:
"It's so heavy and glorious to carry the glory of our founding ancestor!"
"In hell, our souls cannot return to the eternal paradise in the eyes of our ancestors! Therefore, we praise our ancestors and we are praying for ourselves."
"We see! This is not our world!"
"We conquer! Pray in the name of the First Father!"
"Praise the ancestors!!"
Along with the last line of praise, excitement and fanaticism filled the minds of all the demons. This was a witchcraft ceremony led by the great lich. Except for the high-level demons who were less affected, including those from Levi
The insect monsters that fell on Tan's body were also coerced by the burning emotions of the monsters and lost their minds.
In addition, the high-level wizards were held back by the high-level demons, and the pressure on the black prison guarding wizards suddenly increased, and the casualties continued to increase.
To be precise, the death rate is increasing rapidly.
The hunting teams that returned from the New World have a stronger fighting will and a colder fighting spirit than the Alliance hunting teams. On the one hand, this situation makes them more resistant to the erosion of monsters, and on the other hand, it also makes them more vulnerable when facing
The attitude becomes more intense when demonized.
Few injured hunters are willing to put down the Dharma books in their hands and accept the anesthesia and sealing of the healers. Compared with this, more warriors would rather fight to the last moment in the fight with the monsters.
"What wonderful children, what wonderful seeds... all wasted in this dirty, narrow world."
Captain Misty glanced at a young wizard who was besieged to death under the city wall not far away. He raised his hand and summoned a shield to resist a thunder curse falling from the sky. He waved his other hand and spat out a shield.
The poisonous cloud dragon threw it at Professor Yao on the opposite side and said in a loud voice:
"As teachers, don't you feel ashamed? Or are you still excited about the blood splatters? This is good news..."
While it was speaking, the two great lichs, Gustav Darren and Mark Brigette, standing on its left and right, waved their staffs at the same time, throwing curses one after another at Professor Yao.
Professor Yao, who revealed his three-song and eight-armed form, was holding four Dharma books and chanting incantations with three faces at the same time. He faced the attacks of the three giant monsters without fear and even had the energy to launch a counterattack.
After hearing Mist's heart-wrenching words, the angry face on Professor Yao's left shoulder became more ferocious, and the compassionate face on his right shoulder became more peaceful. Only the indifferent face in the center showed no major fluctuations in expression from beginning to end.
.
"Ashamed? No, we are proud."
The indifferent face in the middle replied in a cold voice: "Everyone is destined to die. It may be heavier than Mount Tai or lighter than a feather. Dying for ideals and beliefs is better than countless mediocre and penniless lives.
... I'm proud of their choice."
"Tsk, tsk, tsk," Captain Misty smacked his mouth and shook his head repeatedly: "It's too scary... Those old wizards in the school are too scary. What have they done to you... You have become even more rigid and dogmatic than those old scholars."
The three-headed and eight-armed wizard opposite did not speak, but answered the captain's question with a string of magic-killing thunder.
Captain Mist once again summoned a cloud-like mist, caught the string of thunderstorms, and asked tentatively: "Is there really no room for negotiation?"
"You have been thrown into the dark prison." Professor Yao simply replied: "Reveal your true identity...do your best for our respective destiny."
Gustav, who was standing on the left side of the captain, glanced at Misty with dissatisfaction, and swung the staff in his hand more complicatedly: "Now that things have happened, are you still taking chances?"
Captain Mist sighed deeply, which made the white mist around him grow even more: "The worst result... originally we just wanted to sneak in and steal some fruits while the old immortal guy was not in school...
…But under the calculations of those big shots, he became a pawn on the chessboard.”
"Be more open-minded," the archlich Brigette replied in a soft voice: "As the saying goes, the pawns crossing the river can eat the carriages, horses and cannons. Now that our feet have been wet and we have crossed the river... we can only advance without retreating.
Already."
"That's all."
As Captain Misty said, his body suddenly swelled up, as if he had turned into a giant, and then suddenly dispersed, including the white cloak behind him, the shining ring on his hand, as well as the cyan face and black lips, all turned into a giant.
A puff of gray-white mist.
This is a living mist, with no head or tail, but it gathers and disperses freely, and can evade almost all physical and magical attacks. This is the true form of Captain Mist, and it is also the reason why it was able to escape with its life in the face of legends.
Almost at the same time, the two great lichs Gustav and Brigette also released their true forms.
Gustav turned into a giant eye with a diameter of more than ten meters, wrapped in dark purple skin. The eyeballs were surrounded by fleshy tendrils that looked like octopus tentacles. They moved gently in mid-air. When the giant eye opened and closed, an invisible
Mental stress is everywhere.
Brigette turned into a huge wall clock, hanging above the giant eye. The outer shell was decorated with gorgeous carvings, and the dial was covered with large and small star patterns. The hour hand, minute hand, and second hand were three long and short thick ones.
Different pointers are slowly turning on the disk, click, click.
On the inner castle wall.
Old Man Ruoyu rarely raised his eyelids, glanced at the real bodies of several big demons, and sighed sincerely: "It's true... it's a pity."
Before he finished speaking, he suddenly frowned, turned his head, and looked to his side.
On the empty city wall, a small door suddenly appeared.
Bang, the small door was pushed open.
Like dumplings from the pot, several figures fell in with a clatter. The old man looked at it intently, but he saw a man, a woman, a cat, and a strange spirit body.
This chapter has been completed!