In the main hall of Faust Cathedral, the radiance of the gods hangs down countless fine colored lights, the twilight is shimmering and colorful.
This scene could not cover up the solemn and tense atmosphere in the Faust Cathedral. This was a rare situation when Archbishop Assia looked ugly.
Archbishop Assia always smiles at any time, even if the atmosphere is tense, his face is expressionless at best.
Archbishop Asia's expression was ugly, Ares and the others were not much better, and the current events were depressing.
The record was broken once again, two hours ahead of schedule. Ares and the others worked hard to catch up. It was hard to catch up, but the record was refreshed again, this time ahead of schedule.
Although it didn't reach the horror level of two hours, it was still quite a bit, one hour and forty minutes.
"Let's talk about it. Any ideas you have?" After a long time, Archbishop Asia broke the solemn atmosphere and spoke.
"Such an achievement is really astonishing. It is impossible to achieve it just by using purple epic weapons. They should be using divine weapons," Ares said with great certainty.
"Yes, such shocking results were achieved using three magic artifacts," Archbishop Asia said.
"We are too far apart at this point. Purple epic weapons and orange artifacts are not on the same level at all," Ares smiled bitterly, and then continued in a bitter tone; "No.
Just because of this, the level of our team members is not as good as that of the other party. If my estimate is correct, all of the other party's members are definitely level 10."
"The equipment is not as good as others, and the level is not as good as others. The gap is naturally obvious," Ares concluded with the last sentence.
"Your analysis is quite right." Although Archbishop Asia's face was ugly, he still showed admiration for Ares. He could see at a glance that it proved that Ares
The judgment is not weak.
"They can have three magical artifacts. I believe that they cannot obtain them by themselves. There must be someone who can help. Archbishop Asiya, why can't you come up with a few artifacts?"
," Feist said dissatisfiedly. The consequences of losing have been clearly stated by Archbishop Asia. No one can accept such a result.
Everyone present has no family members or friends in Faust. They are all concerned. If Faust is destroyed, there will be intact eggs under the nest.
"Artifacts are not as easy as you think. Every artifact contains the divine name, which makes the number of artifacts extremely rare." Archbishop Asia shook his head gently, and said
He continued, "I do have an artifact, but you can't use it at all."
As Archbishop Assia spoke without concealing the white staff in his hand, a brilliant orange light began to bloom in the main hall of Faust Cathedral. This orange light was Ah
Reese's deathly grimace was several times the size, and it was as dazzling as a light bulb, no, like a little sun, emitting dazzling brilliance.
"This staff is actually a divine weapon," the professional hunter hesitated, looking at the staff in Archbishop Asia's hand, and continued in disbelief; "I always thought this was just a magic weapon.
It’s just a decoration, it just looks good.”
"The conditions for using him are very simple, 100 points of intelligence," Archbishop Asia continued.
100 points of intelligence, horrified looks appeared on the faces of Aunt Mia and Feist. Regardless of his strength or intelligence, 100 points of attribute value, this is an insurmountable
peak.
Level 100, full-level professional, these words quickly flashed through everyone's hearts. That is to say, Ares knew in advance, so he was not surprised, but others brought it.
It had a great impact, and I quickly recalled in my mind whether I had been disrespectful to Archbishop Asia. Although the status of the archbishop is awe-inspiring, it is not enough.
It's scary, but level 100 professionals are scary.
The two sides were not on the same level at all. After making this discovery, Pfister became much more honest and no longer dared to express his dissatisfaction with Archbishop Asia.
"I have summoned Faust. Faust has begun to enter the alert. All professionals who have gone out are recalled immediately," a cold and emotionless word came from Faust's cathedral.
The sound of footsteps came from the main hall, followed by footsteps.
Ares and the others involuntarily looked towards the source of the sound, but the person who came was the police chief with a ruthless expression.
"Call back all the guards stationed at the stronghold outside. The glory of the gods has disappeared, and the monsters will definitely riot. Although they are well-trained, they are just ordinary people after all. Don't sacrifice their lives in vain.
It fell," Asia said.
"I've already taken care of this. You came to find Asiya just to discuss it. I don't have much experience in how to arrange this profession. I came to Faust decades ago and I have no experience.
"Have you ever experienced a monster siege?" The Sheriff didn't mind exposing his shortcomings at all.
Looking at the Chief Sheriff who was speaking, Ares glanced carefully. Most people like to show off their strengths. As for their shortcomings, they are definitely brushed aside and can be covered up.
Cover it up, but the Sheriff did the opposite.
"Why are you guys still here? Why don't you hurry up and break that record? What are you doing here? There's no time for you guys to squander," the Sheriff looked at Ares.
The man had quite a big opinion and scolded him directly, waving his hand and saying.
Striding out of the Faust Cathedral and glancing at the street in front of her, Aunt Mia sighed. Although she didn't hear much from the Sheriff and Archbishop Asia, she could
In those two short sentences, the meaning expressed is very obvious.
It was obvious that Archbishop Assia no longer had any hope for his group, and Faust had begun to be on guard, preparing for war.
The joy of the celebration has disappeared at all. Five or six days ago, people were still celebrating each other on this street, and the pedestrians looked happy. Now Ares glanced at the ordinary people walking by and found that they were facing each other.
There was fear on Fang's face, and Faust was on alert. Even a fool knew that something big was going to happen.
Ares and the five people came directly to the entrance of the Flame Cave. There was no one here. Standing in front of the purple whirlpool, Ares also sighed. To be honest, recently
The situation in the past few days has taken a turn for the worse, giving Ares an unreal illusion. The changes happened too fast. This indispensable copy of the Flame Cave has actually risen to the level of a matter of importance.
The extent to which moral safety is in danger.
"Those idiot gods." Ares cursed in his heart again. Their game, from Faust's point of view, was a matter of life and death.
"Monster siege has not happened for hundreds of years, but we are lucky enough to see it this time," the professional hunter said mockingly to himself.
"What? You have lost confidence, thinking that we will definitely lose," Pfister, who disliked the professional hunters, said sarcastically at this time.
"You still expect to win. Look at the distance that has been opened this time. Look at the opponent who has three magical artifacts, and we, Ares, have one artifact. Why?
Comparing?" The professional hunter didn't say he lost, but asked a series of rhetorical questions and said to Feist.
"Your tone is wrong. Our victory or defeat this time is related to Faust. We absolutely cannot lose confidence in ourselves," the warrior professional said.
"Don't I know this? Let me tell you," the hunter professional said in a irritable tone, "and you, the bottom guy, if your output is higher, we can be faster.
Some, the output is even lower than that of Ares, a MT, which is really a shame."
Originally, there were some cowardly professional hunters with the surname Zi, but now they have completely exploded. It is as if they have taken gunpowder, and they are talking repeatedly, and the depression on their faces
Reduced a lot.
But the warrior professional could only endure it. He wanted to refute what the other party said, but he couldn't, because it was the truth. He was indeed at the bottom among the output, and I thought he was at least one.
The genius, whose output talent was not as good as that of a MT, was now exposed, and the warrior professional's face turned red, and he could not speak when he opened his mouth.
Listening to the quarreling sounds of Feist and the hunter professional, Ares showed a gloomy look. The dark professional really cannot underestimate the opponent's timing.
, it’s really great. I already have a magical artifact, and I can refresh the record to this point for the first time, but the dark professional can hold back and choose a
A similar result, a result that Ares and others can catch up with.
This gave Ares and others hope in their hearts, but just when they were about to transcend, they once again distanced themselves. The result of this was naturally greater than the direct result the first time.
A shocking record is coming.
The advantage of doing this is to undermine the confidence of yourself and others, and create a phenomenon that if you and the others can catch up, the other party will set a new record again.
This is a psychological tactic. Although you know that this result is so shocking, it is impossible for the dark profession to refresh again, but this does not prevent you from thinking like this in your heart.
As long as you think about it, you will have worries. When you have worries, you will become less confident. In the end, it will affect your ability to perform and your grades will get worse. This is a vicious cycle.
Ares can clearly feel that the confidence of his teammates has been shaken and they have begun to fall into this evil cycle.
He glanced at the four people behind him. Aunt Mia had remained silent with a gloomy face. She didn't know what she was thinking. But the three warrior professionals were looking excited.
quarrel.
"You three are done venting. That's enough. It's time for us to enter the dungeon,"
"I have a way to break this record!" Ares waved his hand and said proudly. (To be continued.)
