"You're doing a good job, it seems, the thing is already in hand?"

Sitting on a stone chair, a man in a black robe with a smile on his face looked at the mage in front of him. His outfit looks so unremarkable that it can even be mistaken for an ordinary person. But as soon as you look at his face, you will immediately discard this false idea.

Under the black robe was a withered yellow face that seemed to have been emaciated by the charcoal fire, and his cheeks were covered with hard patches. As he spoke, the muscles of his face began to tremble, and even faint sparks could be seen in the gaps between the hard pieces. In fact, his whole being was like a moving humanoid furnace, and even if he was close to him, he would be forced back by the scorching heat.

These are the destruction mages who have thrown off the shackles of mortals and used their bodies as a furnace to absorb and obtain the endless flames from hell. Instead of blood, they have lava flowing through their bodies. It wasn't their hearts beating in their chests, but a tumbling torrent of flames. In fact, the moment they absorb the flames of hell, they are no longer human, but creatures of the terrible flames of hell.

"Yes, as you think, Master........."

Hearing the Destruction Mage's words, a mage in front of him bowed his head respectfully, then reached into his arms and took out a strange amethyst ring.

It was a middle-aged man, very ordinary-looking, and looked plain. Unlike the Doom Mage, this unremarkable-looking man wore an ornate robe with gold trim on a white background, and on the back of the robe was an eagle with wings outstretched, and in its talons, a white scale was clutched!

If a spellcaster——— such as Fina, sees his mage robes, she will cried out in surprise. Because this symbol is the mark of the Heavenly White Tower, one of the most powerful spellcaster organizations on this continent and a member of the core organization of the Order Alliance———!

This symbol alone is enough to make people awe-inspired, but for the Destruction Mage, the man in front of him is just a pawn that has been used up and discarded.

A stupid betrayer.

Looking at the man in front of him, a cold smile appeared in the mage's eyes. The world thinks that the church will be greedy and evil on the Day of Destruction, but they will not tolerate betrayal. For any believer in the Day of Destruction church, when they decide to abandon order and throw themselves into the arms of chaos and destruction, it means that they have made their final choice. They may fight to the death against the guardians of order, but that doesn't mean they appreciate betrayal of order. In the view of the Doom Mage, once a person has made a choice, then he is responsible for his own decision. Whether you fall into chaos or throw yourself into order, now that you have made a decision, you have to stick to it until the last moment.

And anyone who makes a decision and turns away from the faith in the end is not to be trusted by the Day of Destruction, and their capriciousness proves that they have no true faith. Whether it is the fanatical pursuit of destruction or the sworn maintenance of order, they are nowhere to be seen. In fact, these villains are just selfish, stupid and useless pawns.

They weren't the kind of traitors of the Twilight Legion, and the road to the Day of Doom was a sacred ritual that could not be defiled, and those who were half-hearted would not be allowed to get into it.

The Destruction Mage knew why the man in front of him had betrayed the order, it was nothing more than angry revenge, the glory of the family, the death of loved ones, and so on. These are meaningless, and if you are committed to destruction, you must be prepared to be completely destroyed. Even fools who have no faith will end up equally. The bones of the Council of the Dead still make a lot of sense, no being can transcend death, and everyone is equal in the face of the coming day of destruction.

If he didn't need his strength now, he would have eliminated this betrayer a long time ago.

Thinking of this, the mage of destruction gathered his inner thoughts and looked at the mage in front of him again. Then he snapped his fingers, and soon saw the ring float up and land in the hands of the Destroyer.

"As long as you have this ring, then you can lift the seal on the border, and well, the Church of Doom will not forget your merits, and you will be able to get everything you want. Now that you can go back, remember to bring the offerings on time. ”

"Thank you, Master, it's my honor to serve you."

Hearing the words of the Destroyer Mage, the middle-aged man's face showed a look of sincere fear, and he lowered his head excitedly, suppressed the joy in his heart, and replied in a low voice. Then a flash of light appeared on his body, and the next moment he saw the mage disappear into thin air.

Watching the middle-aged man leave, a faint hint of disdain flashed in the mage's eyes.

After all, it's just the stupidity of mortals.

Time stopped.

By the time Fang Zheng scurried out of the bushes, everything had frozen. Whether it's wind, shadow, light, or even the dancing flames and scattered sparks. All stayed where they were. Fang Zheng leaped out like a ghost, and the Broken Sky Sword in his hand carried a cold light, and then silently pierced into the back of the heart of the cultist closest to him.

Righteous backstab!

The cultist's body trembled slightly, but there was no response. And Fang Zheng didn't care about this, he rolled forward quickly, and at the same time drew his long sword and slashed at the other cultist.

Kindness Chop!

The silver-white blade silently arced through the air, swept past the cultist's neck, and then leaped up like a viper, stabbing into the throat of the third cultist.

Friendship Strikes ......... Well, I can't make it up.

Of course, Fang Zheng didn't dare to use any skills, what he stopped was time, but time would eventually return to normal. He could just go over with a divine storm and blast this group of guys to slag. However, when time stops and is lifted, the sound of his burst skills will also be heard.

But fortunately, after being strengthened by the Zerg, Fangzheng's current speed can be described as extremely fast, not much different from the jumping worm that has increased its speed. Not to mention that in the world of Dark Souls, Fang Zheng had long learned how to kill and damage the enemy most efficiently, only to see him shuttle back and forth between those cultists as if he had entered a no-man's land, and the shining sword light was light and elegant, like a breeze caressing the bodies of those cultists. In the blink of an eye, Fang Zheng's figure silently appeared at the side of the last cultist, and then he turned his head to look.

At this moment, time begins to flow again.

"Poof!!"

At the same moment, the chest of the first cultist who had been pierced through the heart by Fang Zheng burst open, blood spurting out, and the cultist's eyes widened, and he opened his mouth to say something, but he fell to the ground weakly.

It was as if the dominoes were falling, and one by one the cultists fell to the ground in silence, losing their breath. Their eyes widened, as if they couldn't believe what had happened. But these cultists did not know that in fact, they were dead tens of seconds earlier.

And now, they're just getting a taste of the process.

If nothing else, it can be useful for assassination.

Looking at the scene in front of him, Fang Zheng nodded in his heart, the use of time ability in assassination is indeed unguardable, if it is combined with a dagger stained with poison, it is estimated that it can achieve miraculous results. Even if the other party feels that he has escaped, he can catch him back and start again. Or just like this, kill with one blow and then quietly retreat, and the other party won't even have time to react.

But anyway, everything went well.

Putting away his sword, Fang Zheng turned around and gestured to Fina who was hiding in the bushes.

Saving lives matters.