The thief York was robbed of the limelight, and he was very unhappy in his heart, and he listened to Roger's exclamation, but he was stunned for a moment.

"The Book of Redemption? Artifact? The Holy See of Light? ”

When I turned around, I saw that the team of more than a dozen people, who did not look like mercenaries before, strode forward under the leadership of the old priest.

By now, their identities are clear. These dozen or so people were indeed not mercenaries, but people sent by the Bright Sect.

The old priest Jurgen glanced sideways at Roger, who exclaimed in surprise, and his gaze was as sharp as a sharp blade.

Roger couldn't help but be stunned for a moment before he reacted.

The Dark Alliance is incompatible with the Holy See of Light, and they are natural rivals. It is here that the common enemy is faced. If they met outside, the two sides would have already started fighting. The old priest didn't have a good face for him, and it was reasonable.

Jurgen walked to the front line, and the artifact book of redemption hovered above his head, moving forward. With each step he took forward, the monsters screamed and wailed and took a step back, and the human mercenaries pushed their line one step further.

Not only that, but the dozen or so people of the Holy See of Light who followed Jurgen were not idle, some of them raised their staffs in their hands, chanted incantations in their mouths urgently, and then one by one they healed the magic, and the auxiliary magic fell on the mercenaries who fought bravely.

It is no wonder that the profession of priest is independent on the mainland, and even within the profession of priest, it is divided into a light priest and an ordinary priest, as if they are two different professions. The priests of the Holy See of Light do have a unique advantage when it comes to healing and supporting magic.

The strength of these Light Priests who shot was not weak, and the lowest was also at the beginner level of the Magister. A wide range of group magic, such as group healing and group blessings, spilled out, making the scarred mercenaries seem to be resurrected on the spot, alive and murderous.

Others are good at combat classes, each drawing their blades and joining the ranks of counterattacking monsters.

Although they are small in number, they have almost no damage and consumption along the way, and their physical strength is quite well preserved. These new forces are like a few sharp knives, stabbing fiercely into the monster group.

Escobar, Eusebio and others who have rich combat experience also seized this opportunity and led their respective members to attack fiercely, killing the monsters and bleeding like a river.

The mysterious lines on the ground lit up, as if to absorb the blood that flowed from the monsters.

Jurgen snorted coldly, and suddenly urged the Book of Salvation to shine even more brightly.

Under the light of holiness, the blood of the monster squeaked like boiling hot water, and then turned into gas and evaporated, dissipating into the air.

Not only that, but those mysterious lines come into contact with the light emitted by the Book of Redemption, just like animals in nature that meet natural predators, slowly dim, and eventually disappear completely.

The ground was back to its original state.

Jurgen snorted coldly again, not satisfied with the retreat of the mysterious pattern, but intensified the urging of the Book of Redemption, suppressing the dense monster and unable to raise its head.

Victory is in sight!

The current situation is clear, and anyone can see it.

The mercenaries shouted for battle, and no matter how tired their bodies were, they mustered up their courage and vowed to kill all these monsters.

The people of the Spirit Fox Mercenary Regiment stood behind and did not join the ranks of the battle.

The situation is developing too fast, they have just entered the third layer, and before they can react, the scene is already the overall situation.

Not counting Long Aotian, the number of Spirit Fox mercenary groups is already small, and their strength is not outstanding, in such a big scene, it is dispensable, and it can't help much.

Now that the human mercenaries are in a good situation, it is time to take advantage of the victory to pursue and beat the water dogs, and there is no need for them to join in the fun.

Only the thief York pursed his lips with an unhappy expression.

"The people of the Holy See of Light just know how to pretend, and let them out of the limelight for anything. Sure enough, there is a specialization in karma, and the professional god stick is different, and it is not okay to accept it. ”

In his opinion, the old priest who controlled the Book of Redemption was definitely not as strong as Long Aotian. However, with this artifact, as well as the natural restraint effect on dark creatures in the attacks of the Holy See of Light, the efficiency of killing monsters may be a little higher than that of Long Aotian.

But only a little. York didn't think that with the strength of the Dragon Aotian Saint level, he would not be able to solve these monsters in front of him who were as dense as ants and as "weak" as ants.

“…… Did we come first......"

York is indignant that Long Aotian has been robbed of an opportunity to act as a hero to save the world.

Long Aotian smiled and patted him on the shoulder, not paying attention.

He really didn't care, let alone ......

"What is there to care about such a trivial matter. Besides, today's battle is far from over. ”

York's heart fluttered when he heard this, and he turned his head to look at the field.

Sure enough, just like in response to Long Aotian's words, the situation on the battlefield has undergone new changes.

Everyone was in an extremely large square on the third floor, which was originally pitch black and without a trace of light. Even the torches lit by the mercenaries and the light from the artifact book of redemption only illuminated the place where the mercenaries fought. In the distance, it was still too dark to see.

Prompted by Long Aotian, York deliberately observed, and found that the darkness in the distance seemed to be getting thicker and thicker. And it seems to be moving, slowly pressing this way.

The thick pitch black seemed to be slow and fast, and in the blink of an eye, it had come to the front line of the battle between the two sides.

The mercenaries, who were rising to kill the monsters, immediately noticed something strange in the moment when the darkness covered them.

The body became heavy, the movement of jumping and dodging became slower, and the hands and feet were limp and could not be used. The buffs from the Light Priest's support magic seem to be offset by the darkness. The wounds and fatigue left by the previous battle came back like a tidal wave, and it became more ferocious.

On the other hand, the darkness was like a pitch-black curtain, blocking the deadly light from the Book of Redemption. And the darkness haunted them like a cloud, mending their wounds and giving them vitality and strength.

Suddenly, the situation on the field was reversed again because of the sudden darkness.

The old priest Jurgen changed color and suddenly exerted his strength, urging the Book of Redemption to shine brightly and dispel the darkness on the mercenaries.

"Who is it?"

As Jurgen shouted a loud question, a burst of rampant laughter came from far and near, through the darkness.

"Fellow mercenaries, and priest warriors from the Holy See of Light, on behalf of the great and supreme god of darkness, I welcome you."

Roger, who was dealing with the two fire demons, suddenly lost his mind for a moment when he heard this sound, and was almost hit in the head with a punch.

He burst into a shout, violently raised his luck and fighting spirit, and sent out the strongest trick, slashing the two flame demons into four pieces.

He tapped the ground under his feet and flew backwards for a distance, out of the front line, his sword on the ground, gasping for breath.

Of course, there are the after-effects of issuing a huge costly trick, but more because of the laughter that sounds very familiar.

It was so familiar that Roger couldn't believe that he would be here and say something like that.

But with the brazen action of the owner of that voice, several mercenaries and monsters in the fiercest battle were blown into piles of flesh and blood, and the face reflected by the magic light made Roger no longer able to accept the reality.

"Alliance Leader, how could it be you!?"