This unexpected encounter caused both parties to be stunned.
Fangzheng did not expect these cultists to be teleported directly to this cellar through the teleportation circle. After all, in the game, when players went to Watson, they would see a town engulfed in flames and cultists everywhere. Therefore, they would naturally think that these cultists had invaded Watson. But now that he thought about it carefully, if the priest in Watson was indeed a cultist, it would be normal for the teleportation circle here to be connected to Magda's lair.
The cultists obviously did not expect to meet Fangzheng in this secret cellar either. Judging from his attire, he looked like a militia, but how could an ordinary militia enter this place? Could it be that he was also one of their companions?
"You …"
The leader of the cultists looked at Fangzheng and was about to say something, but Fangzheng had already rushed over. He gripped Frostmourne tightly with both hands and swung it forward!
He who strikes first gains the upper hand, and he who strikes later suffers the consequences!
There were more than a dozen cultists teleported here this time, and Sheyan did not know if they were the vanguard of the cultists. It was too late for Fangzheng to escape now, so he might as well seize the initiative and catch him off guard!
Crusader Strike!
As Fangzheng swung his sword, Frostmourne in his hand trembled again. A dazzling holy light suddenly burst out, illuminating the dark cellar like a flashbang. The cultists who had just teleported here and had not figured out the situation instinctively raised their hands to block in front of themselves.
This time, the Crusader Strike, which had a higher proficiency level, burst out with power that Fangzheng had never imagined.
As Fangzheng swung his sword, several holy symbols in the shape of a cross suddenly appeared around the blade. They shot out in all directions like heavy hammers, hitting the cultists heavily. Then, with a flash of light, they exploded, and the cultists were sent flying. They hit the wall behind them and collapsed to the ground.
So awesome?
Seeing this scene, Fangzheng could not help but be surprised. He did not expect the Crusader Strike to be so powerful after it was upgraded to an area-of-effect skill. It was almost on par with the Nephalem skills in the Dark World … But when he thought about it carefully, it was not surprising that the two skills came from the same school and were made by the same company.
Was it because he was in the Dark World that Crusader Strike became like this?
No matter what, this was obviously a welcome change for Fangzheng. Hence, this thought only flashed through his mind for a moment before quickly disappearing. Immediately afterward, Fangzheng tightened his grip on the longsword in his hand and retracted it. With this action, the golden light particles remaining from the exploding cross symbols seemed to be attracted to Frostmourne. Then Fangzheng stabbed the cultist in front of him.
"Ah —!!"
The sword instantly pierced the chest of the leader of the cultists. Before he could move, he screamed and fell to the ground, motionless. As for Fangzheng, he retracted his sword and slashed to the side once again, successfully beheading two more people. But just as he was about to continue, a dark shadow suddenly appeared in front of him.
"Roar —!!"
A pitch-black, strange-looking Hell Hound suddenly appeared. It roared angrily as it opened its mouth and bit down at Fangzheng. Facing the attack of the hellhound, Fangzheng had no choice but to give up. He forced the hellhound back with his sword and looked forward again.
At that moment, several other cultists also stood up and raised their hands to summon their evil servants. Soon, black holes appeared in front of them, and evil servants of various forms walked out of them and blocked in front of Fangzheng.
These cultists seem to have some tricks up their sleeves.
Fangzheng sighed in his heart when he saw that the cultists could recover so quickly. At the same time, he silently increased the threat level of the cultists in this world. Previously, during the battle with the living dead, Fangzheng realized that the combat power in the real Dark World was completely different from that in the game.
To put it bluntly, the game experience in the eyes of rich players and non-rich players was too different!
The weak living dead in the game that didn't fight back had the strength and defense of a Tyrant in reality. On the other hand, these cultists that were supposed to be easily bullied were no less than top-notch warriors.
Or was it that he was playing on Nightmare Difficulty?
As it turned out, these cultists weren't pushovers. After using the summoned monsters to form a human wall, they immediately raised their hands and chanted loudly. Then, fireballs shot from their hands at Fangzheng.
Sh * t!
Looking at these scorching red fireballs, Fangzheng cried out in his heart. He hurriedly rolled on the ground and hid on the other side of the platform. Following that, he heard a series of explosions, and the platform began to shake crazily. Hot air whizzed past Fangzheng's body, and he even saw countless sparks flying in all directions, landing on the tables, chairs, and cupboards around the cellar. Soon, the entire cellar began to burn amidst the flames. For a time, thick smoke billowed, and hot air blew in his face. As far as the eye could see, he could only see a swaying bright red.
"Damn it. Why do cultists like to set fires?"
While enduring the billowing smoke, Fangzheng could not help but complain in a low voice. At this time, the entire cellar was already a sea of fire, and the exit had been completely blocked. Now, Fangzheng had no way out. There were cultists in front of him, and a sea of fire behind him. And apart from Frostmourne, Fangzheng did not have any useful items. He did not pick up anything good when he killed the living dead, and he was still wearing a militia suit! If he continued to be burned like this, only death awaited him!
I can only fight!
Thinking of this, Fangzheng no longer hesitated. The cultists seemed to have a way to survive in this environment, but he could not bear it. Therefore, Fangzheng decisively grabbed a piece of gravel and threw it in the direction of the cultists!
Clang!!
It was unknown what the rock hit, but it produced a loud sound. At that moment, the cultists and the demonic creatures they summoned turned their heads to look in the direction of the sound. Upon seeing this scene, Fangzheng's heart stirred.
Now!!
Just as the cultists shifted their attention, Fangzheng stretched out his hand to press on the platform and jumped over. Then he raised Frostmourne and turned into a storm as he charged at the enemy in front of him!
Soon, the shining holy light appeared again. With a loud bang, the hell monster in front of Fangzheng flew backward. Fangzheng took the opportunity to step forward, gripped Frostmourne, and stabbed the heart of the cultist behind the hell monster. He did not have the powerful ability of the holy army to directly turn into a human cannonball and charge in, so Fangzheng could only choose this stupid method.
"Kill him!!"
At this moment, Fangzheng heard the roars of the cultists again. He hurriedly rolled on the ground and felt a burning sensation brushing past his back. With a loud bang, the cultist whose body Fangzheng had pierced was hit by the flying fireball and exploded. Fangzheng was also blown back by the airflow.
How unlucky!!
At this moment, Fangzheng felt a burning pain all over his body. He could even feel his shoulder going numb as if it was missing a piece. He could not even exert strength in his hands. He was also very depressed. His life was really bitter. He died in an accident in his previous life, and it wasn't easy for him to be reincarnated into this world. He was either being hunted down or surrounded … Who did he offend? Why did he fall into such a situation so easily? My grandma used to help me cross the road many times back then!
You're blaming society for this little bit of bad luck!
But now, Fangzheng did not have the time to take revenge on society. He rolled over and tried to get up from the ground, but soon, Fangzheng found that his right hand was not pressing on the ground, but on a hard stone slab carved with patterns!
Found it!!
Fangzheng's face lit up with joy. He hurriedly looked to his side and saw a teleportation circle carved from a stone slab next to him, emitting a dazzling light!
This is it!
Looking at the teleportation circle in front of him, Fangzheng rolled on the ground without hesitation and lay down in the teleportation circle. The reason why he attacked the cultists was obviously not because he wanted both sides to suffer heavy losses. His only goal was the teleportation circle! As long as he could enter the teleportation circle, Fangzheng would be able to leave this place and return to ….
Whoosh.
What's going on?
Fangzheng looked around blankly. He remembered that he had just entered the teleportation circle, but before he could activate the teleportation passage to Tristram, the scene in front of him suddenly changed. The burning cellar disappeared, replaced by a dark, gloomy hall.
Then, a woman's voice rang in Fangzheng's ear.
"Who are you?"
Fangzheng turned his head and looked in the direction of the voice. He saw a woman in revealing clothes with two butterfly-like insects lying on both sides of her body floating in the air, staring coldly at him. In front of her stood dozens of Evil Cultists in robes.
"I …."
Seeing this woman, Fangzheng was speechless. Wasn't this the leader of the cultists and the culprit behind Deckard Cain's death, Magda?
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