Miss Thea's so-called etiquette, several of her subordinates did not believe it, the death knell scoffed, the poison ivy girl laughed, and the midnight father thought of his own experience, and gloated with his hands behind his back to look at the valley in the distance.

By the darkness of the night, the group walked extremely quietly, and the MLRS remained in the camp, its radius of attack was completely capable of hitting the cultists.

Thea didn't want ordinary mercenaries to know about their existence, the scene was completely commanded by Deathbell, and it was explained in advance that it was to eliminate the cultists, and the mercenaries were not exclusive to this task, they killed the good guys, and the bad guys could also fight, as long as they paid for anything, it was easy to say.

The people of the Cold Flame Sect may be good at playing tricks, but they are not even a layman when it comes to the construction of the nest.

In addition, they are used to being bullish, only they find trouble with others, and no one ever looks for them.

The group was vigilant for a long time, and there was not even a patrol vigil.

The other party occupies an ancient medieval castle, with a brick and stone structure and heavy wooden doors that are very historical, at least Thea thinks that it is more than enough to take a picture of the legend of the night.

"You go call the door!" Deathbell finally remembered the eldest lady's command, and he had to pay attention to "etiquette," he said in a deep voice, pointing to one of his subordinates.

The subordinates are a little confused, in the usual situation, don't we still have a grenade, and then kick the door open to kill in?

Now you are armed to someone's door, and you have to knock on the door?

Although his face was full of puzzlement, his subordinates still did not dare to disobey the order of the death knell, and went up with some embarrassment and patted the wooden door of the ancient castle.

Thea almost laughed as she watched her gang nervously aim their rifles at the gate.

It would be even warmer if you shouted "Who?" from the inside and "send warmth" from the outside.

It's a pity that the people inside are like dead, and no one squeaks after two minutes of filming by the mercenary.

Others can't see Thea, they can still see a few imitation lamp rings, and the death knell gave the eldest lady a look, what should I do next?

"Activate our Italian cannon, no, the M270 multiple rocket launchers, two first!" Thea said in the light ring.

A few people looked at her blankly, is this what your old man calls "etiquette"?

Death Knell nodded silently, he was not afraid of this word in the dictionary, and beckoned his subordinates to go away, then he took out the walkie-talkie and ordered the rear M270 to blow up the gate with two rounds first.

"Whoosh" twice, two M26A1 extended-range rockets pulled the red tail flame and hit the wooden door directly.

When the rocket was only two centimeters away from the wooden door, a burst of metallic copper light lit up, the rocket was directly stopped, and the violent explosion made the copper light flicker desperately, and when the smoke dissipated, everyone found that the gate was intact, and the two rockets seemed to have never appeared.

Thea's interest is a little up, and the knock on the door is not affected, but when the energy is high to a certain level, the defense magic is activated, and I have to say that the original designer was a genius.

But if you want to stop Thea with these two shots, it's impossible.

"See? The metallic sheen on the door dimmed a lot, and he continued to attack. Thea commanded to Deathbell.

The M270 carries 12 rockets, and Death Knell continues to order the rear to fire, while the mercenaries who carry anti-tank missiles also order them to fire freely, without sticking to the gate, the opponent's defensive barrier is a whole, and you can hit anywhere.

All of a sudden, all kinds of rockets, missiles, grenades, and incendiary bombs were launched.

The Cold Flame Sect's protective enchantment was indeed extraordinary, and could even be called an outstanding work of art, but several masters focused on the caster, ignoring the human technological crystal.

If Thea were to attack the barrier by herself, it would take a lot of time to identify the magic array, analyze it, and crack it, and even with the assistance of the Eye of Horus, it would take her half a day to tear out a hole in the barrier.

But now with a large army, she doesn't need to spend that brain, those missiles and rockets are only a few dollars, hundreds of thousands of dollars, she researches power armor, and she spends millions a day, which is nothing at all.

The masterpiece of human magic, the last technical gem, the near-invulnerable barrier perfect, was finally forcibly broken by a group of soldiers.

The heavy wooden door was blown to pieces, and Deathstroke stepped inside, holding a grenade gun in his left hand and a long knife in his right.

Everyone walked through the not too long corridor to the vestibule, where the night sprinkled here, the low trees around were blown by the breeze, and there was a murderous aura in the dim vision, and the shouts of killing could be faintly heard from the building.

Everyone looked at each other a little puzzled, we just came in, could there be another group of "enthusiastic visitors" in there?

Regardless of whether it was a fight or a dance party inside, it had nothing to do with Thea, she was here to inquire about the news, and motioned for everyone to continue walking inside.

I only heard the sound of "Kara Kala", the floor in the middle of the vestibule quickly turned up, and under the twisting of the mechanism, a statue of a middle-aged man with a one-man height and a white jade sculpture slowly rose.

The statue wears a top hat and a suit, holding a cane in its left hand, its right arm stretched out at shoulder level, and its five fingers spread out in front of the crowd.

"esufer!" (refuse, reversing the original word) The statue's voice seemed to come from some kind of underground, hollow and weak.

Although the voice was weak, the effect was surprisingly good, many mercenaries retreated more than ten steps, and some even walked to the door in one breath, and the originally neat queue was suddenly chaotic.

Deathstroke and Daddy Midnight each took a step back, one by willpower and the other by magic to stabilize their bodies one after another.

An unknown vine came out of the poison ivy woman's feet, grabbed her ankle firmly, and did not retreat a single step.

Thea also felt that the unknown energy was affecting her judgment, but now her magical will had reached an extremely high level, and she was able to get rid of the influence of magic with a little force.

Thea had to look at the statue, if nothing else, this was Zatanna's father, I don't know what means he used, he actually left a trace of his spiritual power and a small amount of magic in the statue to defend against all non-papal members.

This spell is really ingenious, magic is actually the power of language in the first place, and after the anti-verbal magic of their father and daughter has developed this discipline to the extreme, they have made a new annotation with ingenuity. With the help of magic to make the impossible possible, to turn the illusory into reality, this is a magical version of the four or two thousand pounds.

A talent who was born a thousand years later, Thea sighed a little. This guy lived in the Middle Ages, when the natural environment was still full of magic, and his achievements were not necessarily inferior to Merlin's.

I don't know if the anti-language magic was researched by Daddy Zatanna himself, she only remembered that Constantine and the Nightmare Nurse could also use a few words, judging from this, it should not be bloodline magic, there should be an old man's notes in the Holy See, right?