Roland and Schuck both entered the magic array, and after a period of weightlessness that felt like a roller coaster and a green tunnel, the two appeared in front of the portal to the Realm of Devils.
Stepping on the barren red earth, the two didn't hesitate at all.
Magic power erupted instantly, and Roland's body disappeared as soon as he appeared, appearing at the highest point of the ring-shaped crater in less than 0.2 seconds. And the moment he appeared, at least twenty pairs of eyes locked onto him.
In front of him was a solid circle of tents, and a large number of devils were walking around or working near the tents.
Those twenty pairs of eyes stared at Roland and seemed to gradually become fiery.
But in the next instant, Roland's figure disappeared again. Appearing in front of the tents.
Before those people could react, he suddenly disappeared again and appeared at the back of the tents, then kept teleporting, and in less than three seconds, he had "run" far away.
Many of the demons smiled strangely.
These were all adept at spatial magic.
Devils were essentially creatures that relied on their own bloodline to strengthen themselves.
Many of them knew how to teleport, but not the more advanced long-distance teleportation … and cross-plane teleportation.
The combat power of these devils could hang most spatial Mages up and beat them.
But they just didn't know how to teleport long distances.
This was a classic example of having talent but not learning new knowledge.
Opening high and moving low.
They saw that Roland was about to teleport away and were about to teleport after him as well.
But at this moment, a rather brilliant golden light descended from the sky.
They turned around and saw a human with a pair of golden wings floating in the air.
Above this human's head, there was a golden orb that glowed like the sun.
The Razor Ghosts that had been guarding the magic door had long since turned into smoke under the illumination of the golden light.
"Holy Light!"
Seeing this light, all the devils rioted.
Including the twenty devils who could teleport.
Their eyes were drawn to the Saint Samurai in the air.
Almost all devils had an instinctive aversion to holy light.
They gave up on chasing Roland, pounded their cheeks with their hands, let out a deafening roar, and charged at the golden figure.
Schuck floated in the air, with the Heart of Light necklace around his neck and the Holy Sword of Light in his hand.
The Holy Sword was raised high.
All the power of holy light was focused on the tip of the sword.
A cross-shaped, blinding light appeared on the tip of the sword and grew brighter and brighter.
The powerful demons reacted very quickly. They immediately stopped in their tracks and shouted, "Disperse!"
"Eternal light, Holy Light is supreme!"
Schuck's hands were shaking, but he shouted the divine prayer excitedly.
After that, the cross-shaped light?
Unlimited expansion?
Finally, before splitting open the ground, it formed a huge cross of light.
Make the portal 10 kilometers in diameter?
Everything was brightly lit.
In the eyes of most demons facing the cross of light?
The entire world was golden.
Then they felt a stinging pain in their eyes?
Then, he felt a stabbing pain all over his body.
A large number of screams rang out at the same time.
The Cross of Light only lasted for four seconds.
After the sky-piercing golden light disappeared, Schuck disappeared.
A large number of low-level demons were burnt black?
Moaning in pain on the ground?
Rolling back and forth.
There were even more high-level devils who only used their eyes to protect their eyes.
And when the golden light shone on their bodies, only some black smoke appeared?
A little skin damage?
No one else was hurt.
A succubus fell from the sky, and she looked at her wings with a pained expression.
Just now, she had used her wings to block most of the holy light that shone on her, protecting her delicate skin.
But in exchange, there were many blackened cracks on the back of her wings that would not fully heal without three or four days.
Although there were a lot of blackened low-level demons moaning around?
But not too many were fatally injured.
That was the shortcoming of light divine spells. Large range?
But the real effective lethality wasn't that strong.
It could be a good suppressive effect.
But it couldn't really kill the enemy.
She looked around and said with a smile, "Looks like it's a big scene?
But the actual damage isn't great … This Saint Samurai is still not strong enough. "
Unlike the succubus' relaxed state, the walking winged devil next to her roared rather angrily, "Provocation?
This is a provocation to us. Come and go as he pleases?
Leave as he pleases?
What does he take us for? A hunting ground? "
As soon as the walking winged devil finished speaking, the portal began to glow green again, and a dozen humans were teleported in.
Then a dozen more were teleported.
Several times later, more than a hundred humans appeared in front of the portal.
Most of these humans were Elites, and a few were Masters.
"So bold, just a hundred or so people coming?" The succubus covered her small mouth in surprise, her large chest armor swaying back and forth.
The walking winged devil sneered. "Toy with them, kill them, eat them, and leave their skulls for our urinals."
The succubus looked disgusted.
However, the charred Little Demons in the surroundings jumped up and rushed towards the hundred or so people.
The hundred or so players saw the dense crowd of monsters rushing over, all with looks of despair.
They wanted to run back, but the portal was now restricted by a strange mass of energy.
They wanted to run back, but the portal was now restricted by a strange mass of energy.
They took a closer look and found that above the crater, there was a skinny demon, like a noodle stretched out, interfering with the operation of the teleportation magic array with green energy.
There were no powerful Mages among them, and they couldn't crack the other party's interference at all.
They couldn't go back for a while.
They looked at the dense crowd of demons charging around them and calmed down instead.
One of them slowly drew his scimitar and shouted, "Kill one is enough, kill two and we'll make a profit. Fight for our glory, we're the combat players of a top guild after all, we can't lose face. "
"Well said!"
"I will not agree to any more."
More weapons were whipped out.
Then, this group of people charged in the opposite direction towards the densely packed demons around them.
"Demacia."
"For the pure blue sky."
"Hurrah, long live the giant red bear."
"Loli in stockings is the best!"
The vast majority of those who rushed into the magic portal were Warriors, who fought on the front lines at all times.
And Warriors had an innate skill called Battle Roar, which would give them a certain combat power bonus if they shouted out their ideas before a battle.
This idea could be "set" in the system function interface.
As long as one shouted out a preset statement, one could obtain the effect of such a skill.
So … the Warrior players' Battle Roar sentences were also varied.
The demons, looking at the aggressive countercharge of the humans, all showed puzzled expressions.
Even the speed of their own charge slowed down a bit because of this.
On the other side, Roland continuously teleported at a high frequency, and after confirming that he was not being pursued, he immediately used Secondary Stealth and teleported a few more times, teleported to a mountain, and stopped.
Then the red mud under his feet became like a body of water, and Roland's body slowly sank into it.
After his whole body was underground, the surface of the red mud changed back to its original appearance.
Roland kept sinking underground.
He took the time to improve Rock to Mud, increasing the casting speed and the conversion speed at the same time.
After falling at least twenty meters underground, Roland stopped and used his mental power to push away the surrounding soil, forming a huge hole.
Then he hung up Illumination, used magic to draw out the excess soil with magic, and erected a few load-bearing pillars.
Finally, with the magic materials he had prepared, he drew a multiple teleportation magic array on the ground.
Then he opened the guild chat interface and spoke in it.
Roland: "Is everyone ready?"
Schuck: "No problem, I'm back at the hotel. The others are ready too. "
Seeing this, Roland immediately activated Long-Distance Teleportation.
The magic array on the ground emitted a blue light and rotated against time. Not long after, five figures appeared in the magic array.
After these five people came out, they looked around and all laughed.
Roland wiped the sweat from his forehead. "It worked."
The next step is to wait and see if the game system will give us a reward.
They sat down.
Because it was twenty meters underground, even if they used magic power, it was difficult to transmit to the surface, so they sat and chatted quite comfortably.
Half an hour later, all the players received a message from the system.
"According to the system's detection, F6 has established a temporary stronghold in the Realm of Devils and a new teleportation magic array. It is determined that they are the first guild to be stationed in the Realm of Devils. Therefore, all members of this guild will receive the title of Realm of Devils Pathfinder, health cap + 10, magic cap + 10."
Roland couldn't help but whistle after reading it.
The quest did give everyone attributes, and it was not in vain that they specifically came up with this diversion plan.
While Roland and the others were rejoicing, the tragic battle on the other side of the magic portal had come to an end.
Gail, the third Warrior in the whole server, laughed loudly. Most of his body was gone, and now he was only a part with a head and a small part of his body.
However, there were at least twenty demon corpses lying beside him.
Large mouthfuls of blood gushed out with his laughter.
His blood-red eyes stared at the devils around him.
His eyes were red, not because of anger, but because of internal bleeding.
The contemptuous look made the devils still standing around quite uncomfortable.
He laughed and laughed, unable to catch his breath, the blood in his mouth stuck in his throat … He desperately gasped a few times, and finally, with a very ecstatic "Oh," he died.
And five meters away from him, there was one last Warrior.
His hands had been broken, but with a pair of legs clamped around the waist of the bone devil, using it as leverage, he bit the bone devil's throat and gulped down blood.
The Bone Devil screamed in horror and used its hands to push the crazy human.
But it couldn't be pushed.
Bone devils were good at agility, but their strength was mediocre.
The demons next to them all trembled from the bottom of their hearts.
Finally, a bold demon ran up to the warrior and stabbed him in the back several times.
The Warrior, in pain, turned around and bit back in a frenzy.
But he didn't bite anything.
The demon took advantage of the opportunity to stab the dagger between the human Warrior's eyebrows.
The Warrior's eyes quickly dimmed.
But before he really died, his mouth was still opening and closing as if he wanted to bite.
But after four or five moves, he lost his strength, and the legs clamping on the bone devil loosened, and he slid to the ground.
The surroundings were quiet.
The Realm of Devils had always been safe, but it was rare for a place where so many demons gathered to be so quiet.
The walking winged devil slowly came up, and he looked at the miserable battlefield ahead with an inexplicable sense of fear in his eyes.
"One hundred and thirty-five humans killed four hundred demons." The succubus came up, and she looked at the human corpses on the ground with eyes full of pity. "And they fought to the death without retreating. What the hell is going on, Fat Dragon!"
"If you call me that again, I'll stew you and eat you." The walking winged devil snorted, then he looked at the human corpses on the ground again. "But I agree with you, there's something wrong with these humans, something very wrong."
"Their life energy is pure." The succubus licked her bright red lips again. "It's such a waste. If they could be captured alive, there were more than a hundred of them, and they could satisfy at least a thousand of us sisters. And they'd be the delicious kind. "
"Humans shouldn't be so strong, this isn't right."
The walking winged devil shook his head. Most demons had no brains and only knew how to kill, kill, and f * ck, f * ck, f * ck!
But at his level of strength, his brain was no worse than a human's.
"Maybe that's why Lord Paimon wanted us to gather," the succubus said after a moment's thought.
The walking winged devil turned. "I'll go ask Lord Paimon about the situation. Deal with these corpses yourselves. You can eat the meat raw or roast it."
The succubus shook her head, looked at the corpses with some pity, and then flapped her wings and flew away.
The demons were still afraid for a long time after the two had left before they dared to go up and eat the human corpses.
If it had been in the past, they would have pounced and even fought over the food.
After the game system announced that F6 was the first guild to be stationed in the Realm of Devils.
There was a sigh from the players.
It was to be expected.
They had known that this honor would most likely go to F6.
But they still wanted to fight. After all, people without ideals were no different from salted fish.
So the game system announcement didn't cause too much of a stir.
But then when Roland appeared in front of the magic gate on the main plane, they got excited.
"Roland, why are you back? Aren't you supposed to be maintaining a temporary stronghold over there?"
"Can Schuck, a god and four noobs do it?"
"Go back, we'll set up the teleportation magic array and immediately kill our way through the protection net, working with you."
Listening to the messy discussion and establishment, Roland pressed his hands forward.
The players who saw this all shut up and stopped.
"Now that the portal behind me is temporarily locked by the Realm of Devils, they're probably scared too," Roland said with a smile. "But it doesn't matter, I've set up a teleportation magic array in another safe place that can teleport a group of people over, but the number of people is limited, so we need players who are good at fighting to form a dagger squad with us to cut through the opponent's rear line of defense and attract their attention. Then let them relax the lock on this large portal … Friends above Master level who are good at fighting and willing to follow our commands, please come and sign up. "
As soon as these words fell, the male players were a little hesitant.
But in the next second, the unicorn-riding Phoenix Guild's chairman appeared with a group of beautiful girls.
"Our entire guild signs up."
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