The wooden door opposite the marble door was violently knocked open, and a dozen people armed with spears and daggers wrapped around their waists rushed in from behind the door.
"They are my lord's enemies! Kill them all!"
Accompanied by chaotic roars, these followers of the tyrannical king waved the spears in their hands and stabbed Ren.
Seeing the fanatical expression on the opponent's face, Ren swung the mace and knocked the guy in front to the ground. At the same time, he reminded Angelica and Leolina behind:
"Be careful, these are fanatical believers!"
Leolina used the firelight to see the face of one of them clearly, and couldn't help but exclaimed.
"Custer, how did you..."
That man, she had met several times in the market of Lahar City, was a fishmonger who didn't talk much. Why did he suddenly...
"It can't be stopped! You, go and report to Sir Sirzek! Others, join me and buy time for Sir!"
Siljuk raised a sneer at the corner of his mouth and raised his hand to touch the light crossbow on his back.
The other three or four fanatical believers chanted prayers loudly, and under the leadership of the small boss, launched a desperate attack on Ren and the others.
"By the time I get there, it must be at the end."
Miss Ranger shouted loudly while resisting the opponent's attack.
The ranger lady and the female mage looked at each other, nodded slightly, and quickly walked through the wooden door, following in the footsteps of the paladin.
But he did not ask his colleagues to use [Advanced Restoration Technique] to restore his injuries and remove scars, because in his opinion, this was a symbol of bravery.
"Sir, do you want to report it to Lord Faceless Man?"
At the end of the battle, the remaining three or four fanatics completely gave up their defense. They roared and rushed towards Ren, trying only to trap his arms, legs and feet to delay and delay time.
Behind the wooden door, a priest wearing an eyepatch stood up from his seat and laid out a trap in a leisurely manner.
"Whoosh!"
The man's words were full of cold murderous intent, and he stabbed Leolina with a look of astonishment on her face.
In front of professionals, numerical superiority and fanatical belief cannot be completely transformed into weight for victory.
"Ren, do you need to take a rest?"
the tiefling guard asked in a low voice.
"Lord Siljuk, our Lord's followers reported to us that they have discovered an intruder! The skeleton guarding the gate and many believers were knocked down by each other, and they are now heading this way."
At the same time, in the blind spot behind Ren, two fanatic believers pursed their lips tightly and stabbed their companions with the spears in their hands without mercy, preparing to skewer their companions and the enemy into a string of candied haws!
…………
"Whoosh!"
As he moved, a dry dragon claw kept shaking in front of his chest.
"A tyrannical king does not need cowards! For my lord, I am willing to sacrifice my life and soul!"
After reacting, Leolina regained the calmness that a mage should have. She pulled out the revolver at her waist, raised her hand and fired.
At the critical moment, Miss Ranger fired two arrows in a row, and the flying arrows accurately pierced the throats of the two spearmen, taking away their lives and relieving Ren.
"There is no need to alarm him. Our Lord's oracle told me that this will be a wonderful performance dedicated to our Lord! Tell the believer to lead the flies to where they should go, and inform Galas
And those two fools Cinderella, let them go to my lord’s stage and watch the performance dedicated to my lord.”
Siljuk took off the heavy flail from the weapon rack, hung a light crossbow on his back, placed the quiver in the most appropriate position, took out scrolls and stuffed them into the compartment of the belt, and then pushed open the wooden door.
He hurried towards the "stage" he mentioned in a hurry.
The tiefling guard respectfully agreed, turned and left.
Ren supported the wall with his hands and let out a breath.
Deep in the corridor, a tiefling guard held a compound longbow and ran to the wooden door of a room, speaking in a rapid tone.
Ren had just knocked a fanatic to the ground with a mace. Before he could recover, two or three fanatics rushed forward, trying to reach out and hug the paladin around the waist to restrain him.
action.
Seeing the paladin panting slightly, Angelica asked worriedly.
It was left behind by a young red dragon. In exchange, during that battle, the devout [tyrannical king] priest only had one eye left, and his originally handsome face was left with a large burn mark.
of scars.
"I will be able to recover slowly, so there is no need to waste extra time on me. Just now, a fanatical believer returned to call the police. We must speed up and we must not let the 'Siljuk' he calls us be ready.
Otherwise we are going to have a tough battle!”
Compared to professionals like Ren and others, the fanatical believers who swarmed up were just ordinary humans who had experienced simple military training.
A deep voice came from the other side of the wooden door.
After a minute, the whole room became calm again.
"Yes! Anjie is right! Regardless of whether he is that Custer or not, he is our enemy now!"
"Whoever dares to break in here is probably not an easy person. It's just a good time for the two idiots Gallas and Qindra to test their skills. When they kill both of them, it will be my turn to appear."
"Kill! For my lord!"
In this battle, killing these fanatical believers is not the most strenuous thing, but the most strenuous thing is how to break away from their entanglement.
Her words were like drums at dusk and bells at dawn, awakening the female mage from her daze.
"yes."
But even if these fanatical believers become fearless because of their faith, they don't care about their own injuries at all, and are even willing to use their own injuries in exchange for attack opportunities from their companions.
"careful!"
Renn waved his hand and said:
Obviously, in the end, most of their goals were achieved.
It took a lot of effort for Boss Ren to break free from the hands and feet of these guys.
As time passed, in just three or four minutes, most of the fanatic believers had been reduced by half, and seven or eight enemy corpses fell beside the three of Renn.
"Intruder? What did that guy Ragnolin Shenshi do, let a fly come in?"
With a dull gunshot, the man named "Custer" fell softly to the ground.
"Bang!"
Angelica on the side used her right hand holding a bow to push aside the stunned female mage, and then used her dagger to block the spear thrust by the opponent.
"call……"
"The crossbows don't have eyes... They're just two little priests who have just advanced, and they want to compete with me, an old man, for the dominance here? It's really whimsical!"
The man whose name was called raised his face when he heard this and looked at the female mage not far away, his eyes full of strangeness and alienation.
The fanatic who was named nodded heavily and ran towards the wooden door without hesitation.
"Yes, sir!"
After that, Ren held up the mace and strode out after him.
A leading fanatic quickly glanced around and saw that his side had suffered heavy losses but was still unable to withstand the opponent's attack, so he issued an order loudly.
"Leolina, no matter who he was before, he is now a fanatical believer of the evil god and an enemy who wants to kill us!"
The tyrannical king did not stop his priests from striving for power. In his view, only the winner who stood out in the cruel competition was worthy of the divine grace he bestowed.
Only the coldest and most ruthless pastors can shoulder the heavy responsibility of leading their own churches and spread their teachings to the entire main material plane.
Therefore, backstabbing and counter-backstabbing plays are often staged in the church of [Tyrotic King].
