"You've done well. It seems like you've gotten the item?"
A man clad in a black robe sat on the stone chair and gazed at the Mage before him with a smile. His attire was so inconspicuous that one would mistake him for an ordinary person. But as long as one looked at his face, one would immediately abandon this wrong thought.
Under the cover of the black robe was a withered and yellow face that seemed to have been burned by charcoal. His cheeks were covered in hard lumps of skin. As he spoke, his facial muscles began to tremble and one could see faint sparks emerging from the gaps between the lumps of hard lumps. In fact, his entire person was like a moving human-shaped furnace. Even if one just got close to him, they would be forced back by the scorching heat.
This was the Mage of destruction. They abandoned the shackles of mortals and used their bodies as furnaces to absorb and obtain the endless flames from hell. What flowed in their bodies wasn't blood, but magma instead. What pulsated in their chests wasn't hearts, but surging torrents of flames instead. In fact, the moment they absorbed the flames of hell, they were no longer humans. Instead, they were creatures formed by the terrifying flames of hell.
"Yes, it's just as you thought, Master …"
Upon hearing the Mage's words, one of the Mages before him lowered his head respectfully. Then, he reached into his pocket and retrieved a strange amethyst ring.
It was a middle-aged man. His appearance was very ordinary, and there was nothing special about him. Unlike the destructive Mage, the ordinary-looking man was wearing a luxurious white robe with golden edges. On the back of the robe was a drawing of an eagle spreading its wings. The eagle was holding a white scale in its claws!
If a spell caster — for example, Fina — were to see his robe, she would definitely shriek in astonishment. Because this symbol belonged to one of the strongest spell casters' organizations on this continent, as well as the core member of the Order Alliance — the symbol of the White Tower of Heaven!
Just this symbol alone was enough to make people respect him, but to the destructive mages, the man in front of them was just a chess piece that had been discarded after using up all the time.
A foolish traitor.
Looking at the man before him, the destructive mage revealed a cold smile. Everyone thought that the Church of Day of Destruction was greedy and evil, but they did not tolerate betrayal. For any believer of the Day of Destruction, when they decided to abandon Order and enter the embrace of Chaos and Destruction, it meant that they had made their final choice. They might fight to the death with the guardians of Order, but that didn't mean that they would appreciate a betrayal of Order. In the destructive mage's opinion, once a person made a choice, they had to be responsible for their decision. Whether it was falling into Chaos or entering Order, since he had made his decision, he would hold on until the very last moment.
Anyone who made a decision and then betrayed their faith was not to be trusted by Destruction Day. Their capriciousness proved that they did not have true faith. Whether it was the fanatical pursuit of destruction or the oath to protect order to the death, there was no trace of them. In fact, these villains were just selfish, stupid, and somewhat useful chess pieces.
They were not a cowardly organization like the Twilight Army, where traitors huddled together for warmth. The path to the Day of Destruction was a sacred ceremony that could not be tarnished. They would not allow half-hearted people to mix in and pass off fish eyes as pearls.
The destructive mage knew why the man before him had betrayed Order. It was nothing more than revenge, the glory of his family, the death of his loved ones, and so on. These were meaningless. Since he had entered the path of destruction, he had to be prepared to be completely destroyed. Even a fool with no faith would receive an equal ending. The words of those skeletons from the Death Council were very reasonable. No existence could transcend death, and in the face of the impending Day of Destruction, everyone was equal.
If it weren't for the fact that he still needed his strength, he would have eliminated this traitor long ago.
Thinking of this, the destructive mage retracted his thoughts and looked at the mage before him again. He snapped his fingers, and the ring floated into the air and landed in the destructive mage's hand.
"As long as you have this ring, you can remove the seal on the border. Very good. The Day of Destruction Church will not forget your contributions. You will definitely receive everything you want. Now, you can go back. Remember, you must bring the sacrifice on time. "
"Thank you, Master. It's my honor to be able to serve you."
Hearing the destructive mage's words, the middle-aged man revealed a look of fear and trepidation. He lowered his head excitedly and suppressed the joy in his heart. Then, a ray of light appeared on his body and in the next moment, the mage disappeared into thin air.
Seeing the middle-aged man leave, the destructive mage's eyes flashed with a trace of disdain.
In the end, it was only the ignorance of mortals.
Time stopped.
When Fangzheng rushed out of the bushes, everything had frozen. Whether it was the wind, shadow, light, or even the dancing flames and scattered sparks. They all stopped at their original positions. Fangzheng leaped out like a phantom, his Sky Slicer glinting coldly as it silently pierced into the back of the nearest cultist's heart.
Righteous Backstab!
The cultist's body trembled slightly, but he didn't react. On the other hand, Fangzheng didn't care about this. He rolled forward, at the same time drawing his sword and slashing at another cultist.
Kind Slash!
The silver-whitish blade silently drew an arc in the air and swept past the cultist's neck. Then, like a viper, it leaped up and pierced the third cultist's throat.
Friendship Strike … Alright, I can't make this up anymore.
Of course, Fangzheng didn't dare to use any skills. He had stopped time, but time would eventually return to normal. Although he could directly cast a Holy Storm to blast this group of people into bits, he couldn't do so. But after the time was stopped, the sound of his skills exploding would also be heard.
Fortunately, after being strengthened by the Zerg, Fangzheng's current speed could be said to be extremely fast, almost as fast as a Zergling with enhanced speed. Not to mention, in the world of Dark Souls, Fangzheng had already learned how to kill enemies with the most efficiency. He shuttled back and forth between the cultists as though he was in a no-man's land. The dazzling blade rays were light and elegant, caressing the cultists' bodies like a gentle breeze. In the blink of an eye, along with the silver light landing on the ground, Fangzheng silently appeared beside the last cultist. Then, he turned around and glanced at the cultist.
At this moment, time began to flow again.
Pfff!
At the same time, the first cultist whose heart was pierced by Fangzheng's sword exploded abruptly. Blood spurted out, and the cultist widened his eyes. He opened his mouth and wanted to say something, but he fell weakly to the ground.
This was like the beginning of a domino effect. One by one, the cultists fell silently to the ground and lost their breath. They widened their eyes as though they couldn't believe what had happened to them. But these cultists didn't know that in fact, they had already died dozens of seconds ago.
And now, they had only experienced the process.
Not to mention other things, but it was very useful for assassination.
Looking at this scene, Fangzheng nodded in his heart. Using the time ability in assassination was indeed impossible to guard against. If it was combined with a poisoned dagger, perhaps it could achieve miraculous results. Even if the cultists felt that they had dodged, they could still capture them and do it all over again. Or just like this, he could directly kill them in one strike and retreat quietly without giving the cultists any time to react.
But no matter what, everything went smoothly.
After putting away his sword, Fangzheng turned around and gestured to Fina who was hiding in the bushes.
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