"Next, I'll be working with you."
Looking at the mercenaries in front of him, Fangzheng said. He had already learned from others that this was a mercenary group called "Rainbow Light". They were a very famous mercenary group in the North and had a good reputation. Of course, it was not cheap to hire these people.
But for the Holy Sanctum, problems that could be solved with money were not problems.
If money could solve the problem of the Six-armed Naga, Fangzheng had no doubt that the Holy Sanctum would use money to kill that guy.
Just now, Fangzheng took a cursory glance at this mercenary group and found that their class composition was very reasonable. The middle-aged man standing in front of him was their leader, and behind him were three warriors dressed the same. Next were two giants that looked more suitable for playing basketball. They were barbarians unique to the North. As for their class … of course, they were barbarians.
In addition, there was a skinny thief, two archers — one of whom was an elven archer — and a mage in the team.
Admittedly, even from a player's point of view, Fangzheng felt that this team was strong enough. They had an MT, damage dealers, and crowd control. They just lacked a healer … Speaking of which, where was Fina?
"I'm here, Mr. Fangzheng."
At this moment, Miss Priestess also walked over from the side with her scepter in hand. Fangzheng realized that Miss Priestess's presence did not seem to be very strong. At least, after Shi Dong and the rest arrived, she had disappeared to who knows where. In fact, even Fangzheng had forgotten about her for a while, but now … Ahem, fortunately, he remembered.
"Let's go."
After counting the number of people, Fangzheng quickly gave the order. The mercenaries just nodded and silently followed behind Fangzheng, then walked towards the direction of the ruins.
This was different from what they had agreed on.
Looking at the silent mercenaries following behind him, Fangzheng felt a little depressed. Originally, he thought that according to the plot of the novels he often read, someone would jump out and question whether he had the ability to do so. Then, he would come up with another wave of face-slapping plots. Although Fangzheng felt that this might be a bit of a waste of time, he was mentally prepared.
In the end ….. the mercenaries didn't do as he expected. The leader didn't even express any opinion. He just nodded in agreement!
Sure enough, reality wasn't as dramatic as the script. Or was it that he wasn't fated to be the main character?
Thinking of this, Fangzheng sighed inwardly. Come to think of it, a rich second generation acting domineeringly on the street only existed in novels. Anyway, he had never seen such a thing in real life back then …. Basically, anyone who did that would be dead.
Forget it, if he didn't want to slap his face, then so be it. Time was pressing now, and it was more important to hurry.
The night deepened.
Under the shroud of darkness, the entire ruins fell into a deathly silence. The pitch-black darkness almost enveloped everything. More importantly, under such circumstances, Fangzheng and the others couldn't use torches to light up the place. After all, there were only cultists here. The cultists could have a bonfire party without any scruples, but if they did the same, it would be the same as the police going out to catch criminals with their sirens.
The cultists were naturally very cunning. Although Fangzheng could clearly see the fire they lit at the center of the ruins, the radar scan of the cultists also told him that there were many eyes hidden in the ruins nearby. He had to admit that the cultists were very patient. Winter nights were very cold, and a place like the Dark Swamp was even colder.
He had to admit that the cultists were very patient. After all, winter nights were very cold, and a place like the Dark Swamp was even colder. Fangzheng and the others were able to escape because of Fina's protection against the cold, but the cultists obviously didn't have such good benefits. The cultists were cultists not only because they had embarked on the wrong path of faith. The cultists had given up on order, so they couldn't use magic and skills like ordinary professionals in this world. They could only obtain power through other means, such as signing a contract with the devils of hell and selling their souls. Or, like the destructive mages, they could use the flames of hell to achieve their goals.
This was also why, although the destructive mages looked down on the bald Charles, they still needed to rely on his power. It was because after they became cultists, no matter how powerful they used to be, it had all left them. They couldn't use any Order spells or any Order skills ….
In other words, on this cold night, while Fangzheng and the others leisurely enjoyed the power of the "protection against the cold" divine spell and hurried on their way, the cultists were curled up in the ruins, shivering as they did their job ….
To a certain extent, they were indeed fanatical and loyal.
But unfortunately, in the face of black technology, their fanaticism and loyalty were useless. Nimf could easily scan the vital signs of these people, and she could even clearly mark the range of each cultist's vision!
Therefore, Fangzheng's itinerary immediately changed from a "ten-man ruin raid" to an "allied suicide squad". Under Nimf's guidance, he easily led the other mercenaries to avoid the search of the cultists on the periphery and gradually approached the center of the ruins.
At that moment, the destructive mage's patience finally ran out.
Something's not right.
He stared at the dark wilderness outside and clenched his fists. Although the destructive mage had just received news from his servant that the stupid mage was attacked by a pack of wolves, which was why they were delayed for some time, the destructive mage did not really believe this excuse. However, the Destruction Mage didn't really believe this excuse. As time passed, he felt that something was amiss. Although that idiot was stupid, he still wouldn't give up on this opportunity. Could it be that there was something wrong?
Thinking of this, the destructive mage became a little anxious. He was once a mage, and a prophet at that. If it was in the past, he could cast his spells and secretly peek at some changes in the future. But now, he had lost this ability. No, it should be said that he gave up this ability.
As a prophet, the future that he saw was so heavy that he couldn't breathe. He realized in despair that the future was a fate that couldn't be changed, and it was even more impossible to escape from. A momentary choice would never change the final outcome. It was due to this reason that he chose to leave the Order Faction and join the Day of Destruction.
Since he couldn't change it and couldn't escape from it, then he might as well destroy everything.
The nostalgia for the past only revolved a little in the destructive mage's mind, but it didn't cause any ripples. Those days were never good for him. He naively thought that as long as he could foresee the future, then he could control his own fate. But after that, he realized in despair that sometimes being a fool who didn't know anything was even better.
"Begin the ritual immediately."
Thinking until here, the destructive mage made a decisive decision. He turned around and glanced behind him. On the altar, the shattered statue of the six-armed snake demon had been reassembled and placed there. At this moment, its body was flickering with a weak and evil green radiance. He wasn't sure if it was an illusion, but under the illumination of the radiance, the broken statue seemed to be gradually healing.
And in front of the statue, a ring was floating. It was the ring that Charles had given to the destructive mage. But now, the ring seemed to be emitting a weak green radiance ….
"You guys, come here."
The destructive mage stretched out his hand and pointed to a few cultists standing not far from him. The cultists walked up to the destructive mage without hesitation. Their expressions were stern and cold as if they had no consciousness of their own.
"There's a small problem. We need to begin the ritual immediately."
The destructive mage gave a short explanation and gave an order.
"Prepare for the sacrifice."
"Yes."
Upon hearing the destructive mage's order, the cultists nodded without hesitation. Then, the leader of the cultists strode forward and picked up a dagger in front of the altar.
At that moment, the destructive mage suddenly turned to the sky.
There, he saw a dazzling white radiance streaking across the dark night sky like a meteor, swooping down in their direction.
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