At this moment, no one was paying attention to Gibran. Even Yalina ignored the threat he could pose. Asa and the others rushed forward. Some surrounded their injured comrade, while others rushed to the collapsed fence, which had also been attacked by the Nine Grid Thunder Call and was now in a mess. They squatted down and used their hands to push away the gravel and soil, trying to find something.
"Ah …" The burned young man was lying on the ground, making a series of painful sounds. His face and body were charred black, and it was impossible to recognize his previous appearance. His legs were in a strange and stiff posture, and his hands were stretched out in the air, as if he was hugging something.
"Ebo, how are you?"
"Ebo …"
The two female deacons desperately cast healing spells, and one magic halo after another fell on Ebo's body. In fact, everyone knew that this kind of injury was incurable, but they still hoped for a miracle.
"Dean!" A female magician turned around and cried.
Yalina's eyes fell on Han Jin. She was so badly injured, and it was Han Jin who saved her. If there really was a miracle, it could only be created by Han Jin.
Han Jin walked to Ebo's side, bent down, and grabbed Ebo's wrist. After listening carefully for a moment, he shook his head.
"My lord, please save him! You have to save him! " The female magician was so anxious that she almost jumped into Han Jin's arms. She even grabbed Han Jin's clothes tightly.
"If it was just an external injury, I could think of something." Han Jin said slowly, "But just now he was running and shouting, and he inhaled a lot of fire. His lungs are already burnt. This kind of injury …"
"Let me do it." A dagger appeared in Lei Zhe's hand and he slowly raised it.
"What are you doing?" The young men exclaimed in unison.
"Ending his pain," Léger said calmly. He was not in a hurry to stab the dagger. This kind of thing required everyone's consent, or he would become a murderer.
"Is there really no other way?" Yalina asked in a pleading tone.
Han Jin shook his head again. Dao techniques were not omnipotent. At least at his current level, there was nothing he could do. Moreover, what he said was the truth. The key was the internal injuries. Most of Yi Bo's lungs had been charred. He could only watch as Yi Bo walked towards death.
Yalina bit her lip. She hadn't given up yet. She stared at Han Jin, and in the end, Han Jin had to look away.
Léger bent down, and the dagger in his hand moved down symbolically. The female magician with tears on her face rushed forward like crazy and pushed Léger away. "Don't! I won't let you hurt him! You damned thief!! "
Lei Zhe smiled bitterly and said softly, "Shouldn't we ask for his opinion?"
"Heh, heh, heh …" Yi Bo, who was lying on the ground, suddenly nodded. His movements were similar to convulsions. First, he moved, then he froze for a moment, then he moved again. The charred flesh on his neck cracked, and countless drops of blood burst out.
"He's in a lot of pain. Do you know that?" Léger said slowly.
"Heh, heh …" Yi Bo was still nodding.
Suddenly, a scream came from the front. Asa slowly stood up with a fist-sized rock in his hands. His body was trembling like a sieve.
Everyone turned to look at the stone. Half of a face was carved on it. There were eyes, eyebrows, and half a broken nose. Yalina took a deep breath and said word by word, "The Curse of the Demon God!"
"Teacher, Erwin and the others …"
No one answered Asa. It was obvious. They had seen Erwin and the others fall to the ground with their own eyes, and their bodies were smashed to pieces.
Asa tried his best to control himself, but his tears flowed out uncontrollably. He knelt down and held the stone tightly in front of his chest. He let out a low sob.
Asa was the class monitor of the students. When he cried, the others couldn't help it. At first, his cries were soft, but later, they became louder and louder.
Ever since they stepped into the Tarasha Mountains, they had suffered a lot. However, under the protection of Yalina, Han Jin, and the others, those were just trials and tribulations. But now, death had come! And five of their companions had been taken away at once! For them, this was a huge blow. It was hard for them to bear.
Léger looked at Han Jin, asking for his opinion. Han Jin nodded slightly, and Léger slit Yi Bo's neck with the dagger in his hand. The strange cries stopped abruptly.
In the camp, there were cries of grief, especially from the female sorcerers and deacons. They were almost out of breath from crying. Yalina's face was pale, and her right hand that was holding the magic staff loosened and tightened. In fact, she was the one who suffered the most, because she was the dean!
Han Jin didn't feel good either. Although he didn't have a good impression of these young people at the beginning because of their naivety and childishness, strictly speaking, these could only be regarded as shortcomings, not diseases. Naivety and childishness also meant that they didn't have the intention to harm others! Moreover, people had feelings. After getting along with each other for so long, the young sorcerers had shown enough respect, or even admiration, and had always been respectful. Therefore, although they were all about the same age, Han Jin had already regarded them as a group of children who needed to be taken care of. In addition to his relationship with Yalina, it was his responsibility to protect them in times of danger. Unfortunately, he didn't do it.
"Chipango, who did it?" Gibran asked coldly.
Chipango was stunned and hurriedly replied, "It was the Abyss Mercenary Team!"
Gibran's expression changed slightly, and a thoughtful look appeared on his face.
"The Abyss Mercenary Team, right?" Yalina repeated, gnashing her teeth.
"You were the one who called the police, right? You saved us all. Thank you. " Han Jin asked softly. His tone was very sincere. Although Chipango was only his captive, if it wasn't for Chipango's warning this time, the consequences would have been unimaginable!
"Sir, this is what I should do!" Chipango puffed out his chest.
"That magic beast just now … was the Abyssal Ghost Snake? It can turn invisible? "Han Jin asked.
"Yes." Yalina nodded.
"How did you find them?" Han Jin's gaze fell on Chipango.
"This guy has a skill similar to the Eye of Truth," Gibran said. He then looked Chipango up and down. "He's a very good thief, but … he's a bit too agile." In fact, Gibran despised Chipango. He had personally killed Chipango's companions that day, and Chipango had no intention of avenging his companions, so he tactfully compromised. However, Gibran couldn't mock Chipango to his face, so he used the word "agile" to replace many things.
"Oh." Han Jin replied casually. He understood what Gibran was implying. Chipango was strong and had the Eye of Truth, which was very useful. However, Chipango's loyalty was questionable.
"Raphael, what should we do?" Yalina asked in a low voice.
"First, let's bury our dead companions." Han Jin sighed softly, then slowly walked out of the camp.
"Where are you going?" Yalina was a bit flustered. Although Han Jin had already told her what to do, she had no idea how to do it.
"Someone thinks we're a delicious deer and is fighting to attack us." Han Jin didn't stop walking. "If I don't do something for them, my conscience won't be able to rest easy."
"Let him go." Perhaps it was out of sympathy, or perhaps it was because he wanted to improve the relationship between the two sides, but Gibran was very enthusiastic today. He paused, then continued, "Burying our companions is a small matter. How to deal with the Abyss Mercenary Team is a big matter. They'll definitely come back!"
"Small matter?" Yalina raised her eyebrows. "Please leave! You're not welcome here! "
Gibran smiled bitterly and retreated. At that moment, he saw Julia and Sunier, and his eyes lit up. "Julia!"
But Julia ignored him. Gibran hurriedly called out, "Julia, it's the Abyss Mercenary Team this time. You know that Manteco is very strange and very difficult to deal with! We should get together and think of a plan, or else … Julia, don't go! Julia!! "
Yalina snorted coldly. Gibran wanted to chase after her, but when he heard her snort, he froze. Sunier looked at Julia's back, then at Gibran, and shook her head gently. She had been with Julia and Edwina every day for the past few days, so she had heard some stories about Gibran. She no longer hated him, but rather sympathized with him.
Gibran was meticulous, ruthless, and arrogant. There were very few people who could make him look up to. However, everyone had a fatal weakness, and Gibran's weakness was undoubtedly Julia. No one could explain why, but Gibran had fallen in love with Julia at first sight and fanatically. Although Gibran was the soul of the Red Vanguards, he was only the captain in name. If Julia didn't agree with his opinion, it would be difficult to carry it out. However, Julia's opinion often won everyone's support, because Gibran would never oppose it.
The members of the Red Vanguards often teased Gibran with this kind of thing. Logically speaking, an arrogant person would definitely feel embarrassed, but Gibran never. It could only be said that a young man in love couldn't be judged with common sense.
This was also why Sunier forgave Gibran. It was often difficult for a woman to maintain a firm and clear view of right and wrong. What she saw was a love as deep as the ocean. Compared to that, Gibran's chilling schemes and methods were not so important.
"You know about the Abyss Mercenary Team?" Léger suddenly asked.
"Yeah," Gibran answered absent-mindedly.
"Do you have time? Let's talk about them? "Léger took the initiative to invite him.
"Oh … okay." Julia's figure had already disappeared, and Gibran finally came back to his senses. He slowly said, "Actually, I don't know much. The captain of the Abyss Mercenary Team is Manteco. He's a summoner and has a contract with an Abyssal Ghost Snake. When he needs it, he can summon it at any time. Manteco also has a younger sister. I don't know if they're related by blood. Her name is Eva, and she's a tenth-grade archmage who specializes in the fire element. "
"That's it?"
Gibran thought for a moment. "Once, I talked to Dwightsteel, the captain of the Dragon Singer Mercenary Group, about the Abyss Mercenary Team. We suspect that … Manteco is the Ambusher."
Léger's expression changed slightly, while Chipango's body trembled. It had to be said that if it weren't for Julia pulling Gibran's attention, Gibran's observation skills were very sharp. He immediately noticed Chipango's abnormality and asked in a low voice, "You know about it too?"
Chipango smiled bitterly and nodded.
Yalina didn't want to talk to Gibran, but when she heard this, she couldn't help but ask, "What does the Ambusher mean?"
"It's a term used by mercenaries." Léger explained, "The Ambusher refers to a different kind of mercenary. They're usually cruel and vicious. They roam the forest all year round, but instead of hunting magic beasts, they ambush other mercenaries."
"What?" Yalina exclaimed.
"Is it that hard to imagine?" Gibran sneered. "For example, we encountered a unicorn. After a tough battle, our warriors were covered in wounds, and our magicians had exhausted their magic power. We were about to win, but another group of mercenaries attacked us from behind. What would we do?"
"So despicable!"
"Cursing them won't change anything. In the end, we were killed, and our spoils were taken. If they were interested, they could even keep a few …" Gibran's gaze fell on the female magicians in the distance, but he didn't finish his sentence.
Yalina finally realized that she was talking to Gibran! She sneered. "So, you're one of the Ambushers too?"
Gibran was stunned. After a while, he said in a low voice, "I …"
Chipango looked at Gibran gloatingly. He thought that Yalina was right. Gibran wasn't a good person either! Didn't his companions die in Gibran's hands?!
"I'm different. I would never take attacking other mercenaries as my mission, I …" Gibran explained with difficulty.
"Haha, then how did we meet? Hypocrite! Shameless! "Yalina interrupted Gibran mercilessly.
"This time … it's because we accepted a black mission that …" Gibran's tone was very bitter. Then, he saw Chipango's gloating expression and said coldly, "Chipango, I already warned your companions beforehand, but they were blinded by greed and didn't listen to my warning at all. That's why I took action! Do you understand? They were the ones who asked for it! "
Warning? Then why didn't I know? Chipango almost questioned Gibran on the spot, but he didn't dare to disrespect Gibran, so he could only swallow his words.
"And, Chipango, how did you know?" Gibran asked. This was a good opportunity to change the topic. Otherwise, he would be too embarrassed and wouldn't know how to explain. After all, the truth had already happened.
"I checked the records of the Abyss Mercenary Team's teleportation circle," Chipango said. Chipango said, "I discovered that wherever the Abyss Mercenary Team goes to, the number of mercenary teams and groups nearby will increase. Although … hunting magical beasts is very dangerous and accidents can happen at any time, it's strange that it's always like this. I checked the records in the past three years. The Abyss Mercenary Team went through the teleportation circle seven times. Each time, they stayed in the Tarasha Mountains for at least three months, and the longest was a whole year. Especially in that year, at least a dozen mercenary teams that were teleported to the same area never appeared again. Isn't this enough to explain the problem? "
"The records of the teleportation circle are the Mercenary Association's secret. I've asked them, but they wouldn't provide information about this to anyone. How did you know?" Gibran asked in a low voice.
"Anyway … I just know." Chipango shrugged, avoiding the question.
"Let's not talk about it." Sassoux walked over. "Let's think of a way to bury them first."
It took a long time to calm the young magicians down. Then, they dug a big hole in the middle of the camp. This was the consensus of everyone. Although their companions had died, and some of their bones couldn't even be found, and their bodies had turned into messy gravel, no one wanted to bury them outside the camp. At least, it meant that they were still with each other.
After an unknown amount of time, a strange wind suddenly blew over the forest. Then, the wind became stronger and stronger, emitting an ear-piercing screech. The night had already faded, and people could clearly see that the white clouds in the sky were actually being twisted apart by the strong wind, turning into circles of whirlpools that were rapidly spinning non-stop.
"This is …" Yalina looked at the sky in surprise.
The wind became louder and louder, as if there were thousands of monsters hidden in the wind, making earth-shattering cries. The whole forest came alive, dancing with the wind, and their movements were extraordinarily orderly. An indescribable pressure poured down from the sky, making people feel extremely heavy. It wasn't the pressure of a person or a magic beast, but the pressure of the sky and the earth!
"It's Lord Raphael!" A deacon pointed to the top of the mountain.
Han Jin stood proudly at the highest point, his clothes fluttering in the wind, giving off an otherworldly feeling. His hands quickly formed a series of seals, and one seal after another shot into the sky without any regard for the cost. After nearly three hours, his Eight Gates Heaven Lock Matrix was finally completed.
With Han Jin's current level, he still couldn't perform a large-scale killing matrix. Although the Eight Gates Heaven Lock Matrix wasn't a killing matrix, it was still close to his limit. Han Jin was blaming himself for not caring about the cost. He had too much faith in the power of a magus, but the magic in this world had formed a complete system. If there was a way to do it, there would naturally be a way to break it.
One mistake was enough! It was better to believe in oneself than in others!
(It was too cold last night, and I couldn't hold on. I'll write more today, and I apologize to everyone. I found that although it wasn't very quiet during the day, it consumed much more energy than at night. In the past, after writing in the early morning, I felt exhausted and didn't want to do anything. I could fall asleep in less than five minutes after going to bed. Now, after writing five thousand words, I'm still alive and kicking …)
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