Medusa Lysemeka stood at the edge of the pit in awe, looking at the supreme creation of the Buga Wizard. The bronze giant stood in the heavy rain, then turned into a dazzling bolt of lightning and pierced straight into the sky, disappearing into the horizon in the blink of an eye.
This was the highest masterpiece of magical skill. She thought with respect.
But unfortunately, it was not the people of Jorgendy Ridge who manipulated them, but the unlikable All For One believers. No one liked the cultists, and Lysemeka was no different. But for some reason, she could only choose to endure.
Even thinking of the demon lords who reeked of sulfur, the beautiful lady could not help but shiver.
In order to divert her attention, she cast her gaze into the pit. The first Titan Statue had already gone to the battlefield, and the remaining one was in the process of being activated.
Lysemeka saw the human in noble clothes slowly walking towards the colossus, and a ladder had been built. There were also many cultists in the robes of All for One around. It was like an absurd festival that belonged to them. Lysemeka suddenly remembered that the guy seemed to be a marquis or something.
But unfortunately, she had always been disdainful of human aristocrats.
She subconsciously looked away, but immediately saw the situation she did not want to see the most.
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"White Mist, did you hear that? They are going to deal with Brando. What should we do? Brendel definitely won't be able to defeat such a huge stone golem. "Romaine said with a little nervousness after careful calculations.
"Oh, what are you going to do?"
"Well, I don't know …"
"Can we fight our way in?"
"What do you think?"
"Then what should we do?"
"Then there's no other way, Roman. Some things cannot be stopped by human power. But when you become stronger in the future, you can avenge him, "White Mist replied listlessly.
The merchant girl fell silent.
"White Mist, do you think Brando can beat them?" She asked with some concern.
"He can't. That's a Titan Statue. None of us is a match for it, and there are two of them. Accept your fate, Roman. Witches have to learn to see fate clearly and not change it. No one can change fate. " White Mist replied casually. She was a contract spirit, and human emotions were unnecessary to her.
"I don't want to." The Roman shook his head seriously. "Sister Witch said that I'm a warlock, not a witch. I'm going to save Brando. "
"Then how are you going to save her?" White Mist asked, looking at the Roman's statement that she was a sorcerer.
"I, I …" The merchant girl looked outside nervously, as if she had made up her mind. "I know, I'm going to snatch that stone golem!"
"If you were a little stronger, it might be possible." White Mist replied calmly, "Every time I told you to learn the witches' spells, you would find all kinds of excuses. With your current level, you'll only get yourself killed if you rush out. "
"No," the Roman shook his head and said as if to encourage himself, "Brando said that the Roman will become a great businessman. Brando wouldn't lie to me. "
"Roman."
"Hmm?"
"You're such an idiot."
The merchant girl laughed. "Brando said the same thing, but the Roman is actually very smart."
Some people were smart because they could see through everything. When the fog of the future covered the eyes of mortals, only the wise could reach the final result. But some people were smart because they could see through their hearts from beginning to end.
Only a few people would understand what kind of ideals and beliefs they were pursuing tirelessly.
For Medusa Lysemeka, perhaps she had never thought about what she wanted to pursue. For the inhabitants living in the dark underground of Jorgendy Ridge, just surviving was a precious thing. She was just trying to ensure her position as much as possible, so that she would not be abandoned by the lords above in every future operation like cannon fodder.
She had seen too many similar tragedies.
Therefore, she was used to being orderly and well-planned. Every step she took had to be done step by step so that she wouldn't fall into an abyss of eternal damnation because of unexpected changes. Until now, her plan had given her the greatest reward. But it was not until she saw the little girl in the merchant's dress rushing out from under the ruins and towards the colossus with her own eyes.
Somehow.
For the first time, she felt that a serious flaw might have been buried in her delicate plan. She suddenly thought of Viscount Benninger, who was suddenly discovered by the harpies.
As if it was an intuition, or a blessing in the heart, she let out a roar, "Stop that little girl, don't let her get close to the colossus!"
The outermost cultists were the first to react.
But these lunatics and bastards in the mouth of ordinary people turned their heads nervously, only to see that it was just a merchant girl who was running with her dress up. Everyone could not help but breathe a sigh of relief. They even secretly blamed Lysemeka for making a big fuss over nothing.
She was just a little kitten who had lost her way.
The cultists next to her subconsciously stopped and looked at their companions walking in front of them to stop the little girl. They all looked like they were watching a good show.
But they were about to regret it.
"Roman, deal with the one on the left first." White Mist was as calm as a machine. She had no ability to fight, so she turned into a bow tie and tied it around the merchant girl's neck. But even if she turned into a bow tie, the contract spirit could still observe the surroundings without hindrance.
The merchant girl took out a small cage and pointed at the cultist who was blocking her, "Caged bird, who gave you the wings to break free from your shackles?"
With a flash of light, the cultist who tried to stop her disappeared, and everyone saw the figure of the unlucky guy in the girl's cage.
"Witch!" Someone screamed immediately.
"Be careful, she's a witch!" The cultists finally reacted, but it was a little too late. The Roman had already passed through the place where the person was originally standing. Because the others were not on guard at all, the merchant girl had lowered her head and entered the first line of defense.
"Roman, the little noble next to the Colossus."
Only then did the cultists turn around to give chase, but the merchant girl had already raised her head, took out a small wax figure, and chanted:
"King's Chariot Shift!"
The next moment, she appeared where the little noble was originally standing, and on the contrary, the guy had swapped places with her. At this moment, the cultists pounced forward, and immediately pressed down on the somewhat plump noble who screamed miserably at the bottom.
The merchant girl was close to the Colossus, and then she saw the ladder clearly. The bad guy she knew called Marquis Yoakam was climbing up the ladder quickly.
The Roman immediately lifted her skirt and chased after him.
"Too slow, use magic!" White Mist stared at that side, calmly calculating the distance between the two.
"I'm out of magic, White Mist," the merchant girl replied, panting, somewhat aggrieved. She chased after Yoakam in front, and the cultists behind her got up again and chased after her. The three groups spiraled up the ladder and soon approached the Colossus's chest.
At this time, Lysemeka and the Tauren Lord finally arrived at the foot of the Colossus.
"Sketa, go up!" Lysemeka shouted.
The Tauren Lord Sketa let out a loud roar, patted his chest, and sprinted, jumping up the scaffold, and then jumped again, landing right in front of the Roman and White Mist.
"Be careful above," White Mist reminded unhurriedly.
"Ah, what should we do?" The Roman also saw Sketa falling from the sky and was startled, as if she had never considered that the enemy would catch up before she rushed out.
"Use the brittleness potion."
"But we'll fall too."
"We can't care so much!"
The Tauren Lord had already landed on the scaffold in front of them with a bang, and the whole ladder shook. The Roman hurriedly held on to the Colossus beside her, and at the same time, took out a bottle from her bag and threw it on the wooden plank.
After the bottle broke, the liquid inside immediately flowed out, and soon merged with the wooden plank in the rain, which immediately turned white and gray. But unfortunately, the Tauren Lord, who was born careless, did not notice this detail at all. He took a step forward and stretched out his big hand to grab the merchant girl, but his whole body fell through the wooden plank with a whoosh.
The effect of the potion was extremely powerful, and in the blink of an eye, the whole ladder became shaky, as if it would collapse in the next moment.
"Roman, use the magic rope!"
The merchant girl swayed in mid-air, and at the same time, pulled out the rope used to tie up Viscount Benninger from her bag. She threw it up forcefully, and the rope came to life like a snake, wrapped around the Colossus's neck, and then tied there.
At the same time, the ladder collapsed with a crash, and the Roman suddenly hung in mid-air with the rope.
"Rope, rope, shorten quickly!" She shouted.
The shortened rope pulled her closer to the Colossus's neck, but before that, Marquis Yoakam, who was at the front, had climbed up the ladder in front of him into the Titan Colossus's ear hole. Before entering, he looked down at the Roman with a mocking look.
He had probably recognized the merchant girl's identity.
Medusa Lysemeka watched Sketta fall from the sky in annoyance. She did not have time to care whether her companion was dead or alive, and immediately took the longbow from her back and shot an arrow at the rope in the Roman's hand. She had intended to shoot the rope, but she did not expect that the rope would not move at all. She immediately realized that the rope might be extraordinary, and immediately moved the bow and arrow away, aiming directly at the Roman and shooting an arrow.
This arrow was supposed to be aimed at the Roman's heart, but the merchant girl did not hold the rope firmly, and her hand slipped and almost slipped off the rope. As a result, the arrow hit her in the shoulder.
"Ah, it hurts …"
The merchant girl was in so much pain that tears were about to flow out of her eyes. Her hand loosened and she almost fell off the rope. Fortunately, the white mist immediately turned into a ribbon and tied her hand to the rope. Fortunately, this young miss didn't fall.
"Be careful," White Mist scolded.
Lysemeka's arrow missed, and she could not help but frown. She raised the bow and was about to shoot again, but at this time, the entire Titan Statue had been activated, and suddenly turned into a blue electric light and flew into the sky. Medusa was only stunned for a moment, and when she looked again, the Titan Statue and the witch were nowhere to be seen.
She was slightly startled, then sighed and put down the bow.
"Are you okay, Sketta?"
She turned her head and looked at the Tauren Lord lying on the ground. Sketta hurriedly shook his head. This guy's skin was rough and thick, so there was no problem. It was just that he crushed several cultists when he fell. What an idiot. She did not know if All For One would cause trouble for them because of this.
For some reason, she suddenly felt a little tired, as if she was tired of this kind of life. She could not help but shake her head and sigh again.
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