"Next... I can assist you with long-range spells... skills." The nine ordinary members of Team No. 3 looked at each other, their emotional gazes meeting in the dark sky, and finally focusing again on the slender figure deep in the formation. "it is good." They answered in unison. Elder Julian, who was half-kneeling on the ground, with his palms pressed tightly against the ground, continuously releasing various high-level witchcraft, raised his eyes slightly, glanced at Hill who was only a few steps away from him, and said nothing. “Ho ho!!!” The nerve-piercing scream of the filthy ghost interrupted the silence of the crowd. Several crossbowmen immediately raised their weapons and fired arrows, blasting the monsters into pieces in mid-air. "Hill, you defend against the evil spirits during our upper string gap!" Someone shouted. Hill nodded without saying anything more, and then clapped his hands together, and two tufts of reddish-brown tinder were stuck together: "Flame's Dawn, Fire Spirit!"
"boom!" Orange-red flames rose from her palms, and a ball of teardrop-shaped flames shot out from the light, nimbly circling around her body, and together with several other fireballs, formed a barrier to protect her. If there is a first time, there will be a second time; if there is a second time, there will be a third and a fourth time. Just like a plastic bag full of water is squeezed and a small hole is formed. The first hole is just the beginning. The only fact that can be proved is that more holes will appear in the future. Just as the team members were about to load arrows into their bows or crossbows, two more evil spirits broke through the diffuse indigo mist below and jumped onto the platform without hesitation. "Huh! Huh!" Hill waved her hand, and two balls of fire broke away from her, leaving a round arc of orange light at the tail, which almost simultaneously hit the tentacle tumors that were probably the "heads" of the two evil spirits. "Boom!" The sound of the explosion drowned out the screams, heat waves burst out, and the evil spirits with their skin burned black struggled and fell into the abyss. At the same time, the crossbowmen also loaded their arrows. Hill took this opportunity to quickly reach into the side pocket of his backpack, took out a handful of tinder mixed with brown powder, and held it in his palm, ready to launch the next round of attack at any time. With the addition of Hill, a helper with long-range attack capabilities, the pressure on Team No. 3 on the platform was greatly reduced. The two groups of people kept taking turns to kill or shoot down the unclean ghosts that broke through the defense line set up by Julian from time to time. As long as they did not miss, they could effectively prevent the unclean ghosts with strong melee combat capabilities from jumping onto the platform and avoid serious casualties. The group of people who worked closely together fought off wave after wave of attacks. As time went on, dozens of evil spirits died at their hands, and countless others were killed by dark green light blades, ice crystals, and indigo mist. However, there was no sign of any decrease in the number of enemies emerging from the indigo mist. During this process, the blood-colored mist representing the "Cup Gluttony" continued to pour out from Julian's cuffs, providing the people on the platform with endless physical, mental and physical strength, healing their fatigue and pain. But even so, after dozens of minutes of high-intensity fighting, their fingers were purple and bleeding from the bowstrings, their arms were red, swollen and sore from drawing the bows, and their spirits were exhausted under the load. I'm afraid I can't hold on for much longer. "Hold on! We'll be back on the ground in ten minutes at most!" A member who seemed to have more prestige shouted while shooting arrows:
"The Great Elder has already informed the higher-ups of the situation here. The ground must be ready to support us! Everyone hold on!" Looking upward, past the lighting ball that rises synchronously, you can see a hazy and faint gray-white light looming, which is the skylight coming in from the cave entrance. This means the ground isn't far away! "Um, wait a minute... where's that giant monster?" Hill cast another spell and suddenly thought of something. The backpack filled with spellcasting materials on her back was mostly deflated, and her spirit became increasingly tired from the continuous spellcasting, and her mental state became dull and impoverished. But when she turned her hand to grab the tinder for the spell, she realized a problem: Before the group of filthy ghosts appeared, a monster of extremely large size climbed up, knocked away the group of faceless demons that were originally following the team, and then disappeared from the sight... Where did it go? Let’s not talk about the fact that those hordes of demons can fly. How could so many of them fail to notice such a huge monster? Why didn't they see it now that they were almost on the ground? Did it climb out of the cave first? That's unlikely, because its climbing speed is definitely not as fast as the platform controlled by the "Heart Gu Dance"... Where on earth did that monster, whose appearance is not clear yet, go? ! "Sir, do you know...eh?" While searching for tinder in her backpack, she turned her head to look beside her, trying to seek answers from the girl who was suspected to be the incarnation of the "True Creator", but was surprised to find that... His figure was nowhere to be found! “…Leaving?” Hilton was at a loss, wondering if it was because she was too absorbed in killing the evil ghosts before, she didn't realize when the figure in the wide cloak disappeared! However, in the face of the crisis, he could not care too much and could only put aside his doubts temporarily, grab a handful of tinder and continue to fight against the evil spirits. Chapter 463 Acting Alone "Rumble!!!" Under the lead-black clouds, a huge body suddenly exploded. That hideous and terrifying body looked like a victim being torn apart by a chariot. For some unknown reason, it was torn into pieces in mid-air by an unimaginably huge invisible force. Sticky body fluids and tiny pieces of body tissue poured down like rain, staining this white world with spots of dirty and blasphemous colors. "boom--" Several large pieces of body fell heavily to the ground, smashing the remains of several buildings into pieces, raising dust and forming clouds of haze. "Pure White...what on earth happened down there?!" In the temporary camp stationed on the edge of the city ruins, the first group of pioneers looked up at the scene that had just happened, all of them widened their eyes in shock, and astonishment as shocking as the waves rose from the bottom of their hearts. As early as half an hour ago, Team No. 2, which was guarding the edge of the entrance to the "Abyss", received the message sent by "Enlightenment" provided by Great Elder Julian. After absorbing the purple light, they learned what happened in the dark depths and knew that there was a high probability that a large number of evil spirits and other monsters would soon emerge on the surface. Therefore, whether it was Team 2 that stayed at the entrance of the abyss, or Team 1 that was scattered between the "abyss" and the temporary camp and whose role was to clear the road between the two, all withdrew from the ruins of the city.
Now they have just returned to the temporary camp on the edge of the ruins, and are preparing to send a reserve team back to the entrance of the abyss to meet up with Team No. 3 and observe the situation. But before the part-time rescue and observation reserve team could set out, a large group of twisted and deformed black shadows rushed up from the cave entrance! No, rather than "rushing", it was more like being thrown out by an extremely terrifying force! Before anyone could see the giant black shadow clearly, it was torn into pieces in mid-air. Some of the filthy body fluids and biological tissues splashed everywhere, even to the temporary camp several kilometers away. The stench made everyone in the camp cover their noses and frown. "Are we still going?" The person in charge of the temporary camp was looking at the filthy things dripping down like rain with a dazed expression, and suddenly he heard a cold and indifferent voice reaching his ears. "Uh... Deacon Otilia, the current situation is completely beyond our pre-prepared plan. Are you and your team really capable of handling this?" Hearing the icy voice, the person in charge immediately came out of his daze and looked towards the direction of the voice with a worried look on his face. I saw a figure in a grey robe walking towards me, his long silver hair was particularly eye-catching in the dim light. Otilia walked out of the reserve team, walked step by step to the person in charge, and said coldly: "Are you going to abandon the leader of the final church?" "Well……" The person in charge looked gloomy, and after a few seconds of silence, he sighed deeply: "Let's go. We can't lose Great Elder Julian." Otilia glanced at him lightly, then raised her head as if thinking, looking up at the leaden sky that had returned to its original state, blinked her azure eyes a few times, and said suddenly: "The situation has indeed changed. I am applying to change the mission plan." "What do you mean?" The person in charge did not directly reject it. The reserve team led by Deacon Otilia is a mobile group of personnel that can respond promptly when unexpected situations beyond the plan occur in the first batch of troops. In order to avoid being hindered by the large-scale force, after setting out from Camp No. 2, this group of teams did not mix into the large force, but followed on the flank a few hundred meters away from the large force. That was why Hill did not see Ottilia. Now that something unexpected has happened, this emergency team has immediately been incorporated into the temporary camp and is under the command of the camp leader. But as a mobile unit, the most important thing is of course the ability to adapt to changes and be flexible and sharp, so as the team leader, Otilia is allowed to have a high degree of autonomy. In certain circumstances, the senior deacon may change the reserve team's course of action at his discretion. Such as now. "I request that the next action be carried out by me personally," Otilia said, turning her head slightly to glance at the team members behind her. "They should stay in the camp and wait for my return." "what?!" The person in charge widened his eyes in surprise: "you alone!?"
The other members of the reserve team also heard their leader's words, and there was a commotion, and they all gathered around and talked at once: "Master Deacon, what do you mean?!" "Sir, if you are alone, how can you possibly handle that situation?" "Yes, yes, according to the information from Great Elder Julian, the number of evil spirits in the 'Abyss' is terrifying! "And there are other monsters! That place is very weird!" "..." The person in charge also stepped forward and advised with a frown: "Deacon Otilia, calm down first! You know the previous intelligence. Even Elder Julian can't handle the dangers in the Abyss alone! If you go alone... Excuse me, you're going to die. I suggest you..." "I am stronger than Julian," Otilia interrupted him. "I can solve the problems he can't solve." "Uh……" After these words were spoken, everyone present was silent and stunned. The reason they were shocked was not because they thought Otilia was arrogant and thought that her strength was stronger than the final elder of the Church, but because... She actually dared to state this fact in front of so many people. Yes, Senior Deacon Otilia is stronger than Grand Elder Julian in terms of hard power... This is the consensus of the Last Kingdom! Almost every resident of the Last Kingdom, especially the Silent Soul Wizards who possess extraordinary powers, are familiar with Ottilia's deeds. They had all heard, more or less, about how this lady, who was no more than thirty years old...had risen from the lowest level of "disciple" to the pinnacle of "requiem master" in just twenty years. In terms of the speed of realm advancement, looking at the more than 200 years of history of the Last Kingdom, there are probably few who can compare with Ottilia. Today, this high-ranking deacon who reports directly to the Final Church...even if he is not the strongest in the Last Kingdom, he will definitely be among the first echelon. Although Julian and other final grand elders of the Holy See hold high positions, the Last Kingdom does not arrange status entirely according to individual strength. The reason why the great elders are able to rule the final church is that their strength is only one of the factors. More important factors are their fame, reputation, connections, qualifications, management skills and other conditions. Julian is indeed powerful, but he... is old after all, and this great elder cannot be called a child of destiny in terms of extraordinary talent. He is just slightly better than an average person. If the Great Elder and Ottilia were to confront each other head-on, everyone knew the result. However, no one present expected that Ottilia would dare to point out this fact so blatantly. This was too much of an offense to Elder Julian, the leader of the Last Kingdom. "Madam Butler, you should reconsider this. You can't be complacent about such a big thing. If something unexpected happens to you, it will be a huge loss to the Last Kingdom..." "I know it well." The person in charge wanted to persuade her, but Otilia waved her sleeves, and circles of black ripples appeared in the air, covering her thin body: "...Please, Holy White Gate, grant us the secrets of history." Before she finished her words, she completely disappeared in the black ripples that were gradually calming down.
The bewildered leader was left staring at the reserve team members who had gathered around him, not knowing what to do for a moment. =================== I forgot to mention it yesterday. It's a new week again, please give me a thumbs up before you go out~! Chapter 464…This is the power of God… Deep within the ruins of the city of St. Hydra, in the ruins of a street less than a hundred meters away from the entrance to the "abyss".