The current battle situation is quite favorable for everyone, but after Sherlock visited the system prompt, his mood immediately became anxious.

There are two directions for players to choose from in this regional story, and the key point around is the Devil's Ritual.

Stop the ritual, or help it go through.

If you grasp this key point, you can see that although the player's side now has a slight advantage and there is a possibility of further expanding this advantage, this behavior does not help to stop the ritual in the slightest.

For this seal that is lifted by blood, the fiercer the battle and the more casualties, the faster the seal will be lifted.

With the number of Sawa Fishmen, the ritual is over without waiting for the player to kill halfway through.

"Those two devils should be guarding the Prison Demon Pot, and if they want to destroy the ceremony, the strength of a few of us is far from enough!" Samagal clearly sees the problem, too.

Neither Maxien nor Leah are easy characters to deal with, let alone a group of people like Lesis who have accepted the power of the devil and can only be driven by it.

"What if you add the power of the adventurer?"

A white light lit up on the deck, and a familiar voice came out of it.

Looking at the figure jumping out of the portal, Sherlock said in surprise: "Celine, you're not leaving!" ”

"As soon as I came out, I encountered the battle between the sea elves and the Sawa fishman, and there were even devils hiding in it, of course I couldn't stand idly by." Celine jumped down from the flashdog and explained.

"By the power of the adventurer, you mean ......" Samagal was clearly more concerned about what the other party was here for.

"We have roughly guessed the devil's conspiracy, but we don't have enough high-end combat power, if you also have the same idea, how about cooperation?"

"How many people are there?"

"There are 137 adventurers above level 40, all professions, and there is a level 45 squad among them, and the strength is quite good."

Of course, the number of people talking about here will not be those ordinary players, but at least high-end combat power that can fight in front of the boss.

With 137 level 40 players, with tacit understanding, if the formation can be spread out, it will not be much of a problem to entangle three or four Lesis.

As for the level 45 squad, Sherlock was a little curious.

Although the current level 45 players cannot be said to be rare, but if there is no big guild or enough financial support, the strength is not much higher if they are just obsessed with improving the level.

After all, this is a game, and it still depends on the data of equipment skills.

Samagar pondered for a moment before agreeing to this cooperation, and hurriedly said: "Adventurers of this level should be able to help, you can call them all over, my Gensokyo can ignore the obstacles of the Sawa Fishman and rush directly to the devil's ship." ”

Celine also knew that the situation was urgent, so she didn't talk about it any more.

Less than three minutes after teleporting back, clusters of light lit up one after another around Sherlock, and it seemed that there were quite a few spellcasters in this group of players.

The Spell Mage's teleportation spell is probably something that everyone envies, from the basic flash technique, dimensional stepping, the advanced arbitrary door, random teleportation, and later on, dimensional jump, rapid teleportation, and so on.

There's always a saying in Faeron that you'll never catch a mage who can move quickly.

Although this sentence is a bit exaggerated, it also represents people's recognition of teleportation spells.

"Hello, Captain, I am the head of the adventurers in this operation, and I have full authority to represent the adventurers, you can call Raven." A player dressed in black and dressed as a mage walked over and said, his tone full of confidence.

Samagal stepped forward to say hello, and the two sides began to discuss the next plan.

Of course, there are a few old words in this.

At the level of Sherlock, there are very few high-end players who don't know it, and no matter how bad it is, they have heard of it.

The team leader, Raven, is the famous black phoenix who has always been in the top three on the level list.

Her combat and life videos are hot searches every day, and even ordinary players can know her skills well, and there is no reason why Sherlock, a professional player, does not know her.

It's just that he knows people, and it's not necessarily whether people recognize him or not, after all, there are too many male professional gamers, and few people will waste that energy to remember except for fellow professional players.

In addition to the dark phoenix, there were more than a dozen people behind her who were familiar to him, all of whom were masters in the area of the Dragon Coast.

Two of them have also worked with him more than once.

"Logan, Nina, long time no see." He said hello and walked over.

"Just in time!" The barbarian warrior monk embraced him warmly.

The two chatted for a while, exchanged information with each other, and then returned to their respective camps again.

Sherlock didn't expect that these two people would be from the same studio as Dark Phoenix, and the team of level 45 players that Celine said was also from among them.

The battle outside is still going on, and there is not much time left for them, so the two sides can only make a rough plan, and the specific situation depends on everyone's on-the-spot response.

"Ghost Attack!"

Ghost Attack is a skill of the Gensokyo, which allows you to enter the spirit realm with the people on board and travel a certain distance.

With Samagar shouting, the ghost crew of the Gensokyo sprang into action.

Sherlock felt only a chill rush in, and his surroundings gradually blurred, replaced by a thick fog.

This is probably the etheric plane, which is what everyone usually calls the spirit world, the plane where most spirits live.

He was about to verify whether those fogs were made up of countless spirits when his surroundings changed again.

Soon, the night, wind and rain and a huge black shadow fell overhead.

Bang!

A flash of slash lit up the night sky.

Sherlock finally saw the dark shadow, which was the shape of the Devil's ship.

The three-masted galleon's fluttering red flag, painted with the crystals of white sea salt, whirred through the storm, and the words "St. Asmo's Hope" engraved on the stern.

The sails had been rolled up, the waves were crashing against the hull, the masts were tearing through the night sky, and the crossbows in the front and rear towers were whirling vigilantly in all directions.

"Action!"

"Action!"

Samagar and Dark Phoenix shouted out at almost the same time, and this crucial battle officially began.

Thanks to the efforts of the ghosts, more than a dozen boarding ships appeared out of thin air to connect the two ships, and Samagar and Shiping rushed up first.