Rohr suddenly appeared, startling the cultists on the opposite side, and they all took several steps back.
His appearance suddenly appeared, which was a bit scary.
The young man who had turned into a muscular monstrosity snorted coldly and tried to move forward, but was stopped by the skinny old man with his hand.
"Let us go first, don't waste our Lord's gift, there is probably a master hiding behind him."
The old man had lingering fears about the symbol on the ground that represented 'escape'.
However, this black and white yin and yang face that suddenly appeared has no power fluctuations on his body. He is simply an ordinary person. Then there is probably a saint-level strongman lurking behind him, so he caused a warning.
"Come together! Kill him!"
The old man shouted loudly and took out a bright snake-shaped dagger from his arms. A circle of dark green arcane magic circle lit up on his chest, and the runes on it lit up alternately and slowly rotated.
The other cultists followed suit, took out daggers, raised magic circles, and surrounded Rohr from multiple directions.
They chanted something together in a low voice again, and the low sound waves gathered together and poured into Rohr's unsuspecting ears.
Luo Er was stunned for a moment, stopped and tilted his head.
The old man couldn't help but reveal a vicious smile.
The mental pollution exerted by this group is already close to the level of the descendants of the evil god. For humans, the effect is far better than normal attacks. After all, the difficulty of mental protection is much higher than that of physical protection.
The weakest descendants of the evil god have a danger level of 8. A large part of the reason is because of this unavoidable mental pollution.
Wail! Scream! Then...die!
The old man roared in his heart and continued to murmur in a low voice.
But after Luo Er was stunned for a while, he looked around and asked inexplicably:
"What do you want to do together by imitating the sound of mosquitoes? Are you going to annoy me to death?"
The old man froze on the spot for a moment, with an expression on his face that he had seen a ghost, and he couldn't even care about singing.
invalid?
How can it be?!
But he reacted immediately and shouted:
"Stop chanting, he has spiritual protection equipment on him, stab him to death with the secret sword!"
After saying that, he held the snake-shaped dagger in his hand and wiped it on the edge of the secret magic barrier on his chest.
The entire dagger was suddenly dyed a dark green, with a faint and vicious light shining through.
This is a special poison-purifying technique that can poison both sides of the dagger.
The other cultists did the same thing, and then they rushed forward and stabbed the poisonous daggers in their hands at Rohr.
Rohr still stood there without moving. He adjusted his posture with his left hand, holding the bottom of the scabbard behind his back, and placed the sword diagonally on his back, with the hilt exposed from his right shoulder.
Then, he grasped the hilt of the sword on his right shoulder, took a step forward, rotated his body clockwise, and drew the sword with his right hand.
Zheng!
There was a crisp sound of a sword being unsheathed, and the sword in Rohr's hand drew a perfect arc in the air and returned to the scabbard.
Ding ding ding
There was a series of crisp sounds all around, the snake-shaped daggers in the hands of the cultists fell to the ground one after another, and the secret magic arrays on their chests were extinguished one by one.
They still stood there, motionless.
"this……"
The muscular weirdo looked down and touched the bone-deep wound on his chest. Dark blood was pouring out.
He didn't see anything clearly, and he didn't know where the injury came from. It was like it suddenly appeared on his body.
He stretched out his arm, which was thicker than an adult man's waist, slightly sluggishly, and touched the high priest next to him.
A bright red blood line slowly appeared on the skinny old man's neck, a large stream of blood gushed out, and his body fell softly.
Like knocking over a domino, other cultists also fell one after another.
With one sword, everyone was killed and no one escaped...
Luo Er glanced at the muscular weirdo who was still standing, and his eyes slightly narrowed under the mask.
Not only was he not dead, the terrible wound on his chest was healing rapidly at a speed visible to the naked eye.
This made him frown slightly.
This sword made a slight mistake...
The height difference between the enemies is too big!
At this time, the muscular weirdo reacted like he was waking up from a dream, let out a roar in his mouth, kicked his feet hard, and rushed towards Roel with his hill-like body like a cannonball, waving his fist as big as a casserole and smashed at him
His face.
Rohr quickly crossed the scabbard to resist the opponent's punch.
boom!
After a muffled sound, he fell backwards and retreated far away. The entire basement trembled slightly, and the ground under his feet was plowed into two deep ravines by the fist wind.
"The strength is okay..."
He moved his aching arms a little and commented.
The muscular monster roared again and lunged at him again.
His fist directly penetrated Rohr's body and hit the wall behind him. A big hole suddenly opened in the wall, and traces of cracks quickly covered the entire wall.
Unfortunately, what he hit was just an afterimage.
"The speed is too different..."
Rohr didn't know when he had appeared behind him, and he shook his head dissatisfiedly.
"You can even sacrifice your own family members, but the only power you get in exchange is this. Is it worth it?"
The muscular monster seemed to have lost his mind and did not answer. Instead, he turned around and pounced for the third time.
Luo Er's sword had been retracted to his waist, and his right hand flicked the sword hilt.
Sword lights flashed across the muscular man's body, and blood blossoms exploded one after another on his mountain-like body. It seemed as if his entire body had been struck by hundreds of swords in an instant.
His limbs were chopped off and scattered aside, leaving only his upper body, but he was still alive and still struggling. He let out bursts of angry roars from his throat, like a dying beast.
"The vitality is still quite tenacious, but overall, it is very average..."
"Why don't you take refuge in a slightly more powerful monster?"
Roll continued to comment.
When he was in the village before, he heard from Fatty and the others that there were many people outside who would sacrifice to monsters to gain various powers, which was very evil and dangerous.
Today was the first time he encountered this situation.
But the person in front of me had too poor vision, and the monster he took refuge in was too weak, or in other words, he was too stingy, and the power he gave him was too little. In short, he was just a loser. He didn't even need to use mysteries, he could just use ordinary swordsmanship to solve it.
"I should have taken action earlier, I'm sorry..."
Rolle whispered guiltily.
This is an apology to the three poor sacrifices. He was a little hesitant and afraid at the time and missed the opportunity to save people.
He will act so angry later, with a hint of incompetent rage...
"Not again!"
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