"Next, I will act with you."

Looking at these mercenaries in front of him, Fang Zheng opened his mouth and said, he had just learned from other mouths that this was a mercenary group called "Rainbow Light", they were a very famous mercenary group in the Northland, and their reputation was also very good, of course, it was not cheap to ask these people to help.

But for the temple, money was not a problem to solve.

If money could solve the six-armed snake demon, Fang Zheng had no doubt that the temple would directly use the money to stone that guy to death.

Just now, Fang Zheng glanced at this mercenary group and found that their career match was still very reasonable. The middle-aged man standing in front of him was their regimental commander, and behind him were three uniformly dressed warriors. Then there are two giants who are huge and look more suitable for playing basketball, they are the barbarians unique to the Northlands, and they are professional...... Barbarians, of course.

In addition to this, there is a skinny rogue on this team, two archers——— one of which is an elven archer, plus a mage.

I have to admit that even from the player's point of view, Fang Zheng feels that this team is powerful enough, with MT, output, and control, but it is just a poor healing ...... Then again, what about Fina?

"I'm here, Mr. Founder."

At this moment, Miss Divine Officer also walked over from the side with a scepter, and Fang Zheng found that this Miss Divine Officer didn't seem to have a strong sense of existence, at least after Stone and the others came, she didn't know where to run. In fact, even Fang Zheng forgot about her for a while, but now......... Ahem, it's good that he remembered again.

"Let's go."

After counting the number of people, Fang Zheng quickly gave the order, and the mercenaries just nodded, silently followed behind Fang Zheng, and then walked in the direction of the ruins.

It's not the same as saying yes.

Looking at the mercenaries who were silently following behind him, Fang Zheng felt a little depressed in his heart. Originally, he still wanted to follow the novel routine he often read, but at this time, someone should jump out and question whether he has this ability. Then he had another wave of face-slapping plots. Although Fang Zheng felt that this might be a bit of a waste of time, he was mentally prepared.

Outcome......... This group of mercenaries didn't meow at all, and the regiment commander didn't even express any opinions, just nodded and agreed!

Sure enough, the reality is not as dramatic as the script, or does he not have the protagonist's life?

Thinking of this, Fang Zheng also sighed in his heart, thinking about it carefully, such a thing as the rich second generation flying on the street will only appear in novels, anyway, he has never seen such a thing in reality back then......... Basically, it's cool.

Forget it, if you don't slap your face, you won't slap your face, now that time is pressing, it's important to hurry.

The night is getting darker.

Under the darkness, the entire ruins also fell into a dead silence. The darkness that could not be seen covered almost everything, and more importantly, in this case, they could not light up with torches. After all, there are only cultists here, and the other party can open a bonfire party unscrupulously, but if he does the same, it will be an effect to pull the siren when he goes out with the police to catch criminals.

The cultists were naturally very cunning, although in the center of the ruins, Fang Zheng could clearly see the light of the fire they had lit. But Nimf's radar scans also told him that there were many eyes hidden in the ruins next to him.

I have to admit that these cultists are still very patient, knowing that winter nights can be very cold, and places like the Dark Swamp are even colder. Fang Zheng they were able to escape because of the protective cold imposed by Fina, and those cultists obviously did not have such good benefits, the reason why cultists are cultists is not just because they have embarked on a wrong path of faith, the cultists have given up order, so they can't use magic and skills like ordinary professionals in this world. They can only gain power in other ways, such as making a pact with the devils of hell and selling their souls. Or, like the Doom Mage, use the fire of hell to accomplish his goals.

This is also the reason why although the mage of destruction does not look down on Charles's bald head, he still needs to rely on the strength of the other party, because after becoming a cultist, no matter how powerful they were before, they have already left them. They can't use Order spells, nor can they use Order skills...............

That is to say, in this icy cold night, while Fang Zheng and the others were leisurely enjoying the power of the "Protect against the Cold" magic while hurrying, those cultists were huddled in the ruins, shivering and doing vigilant work.........

In a way, they are indeed fanatical and loyal.

But it's a pity that in the face of black technology, their fanaticism and loyalty are useless. Nimfu could easily scan the vital signs of these people, and she could even clearly mark the field of vision of each cultist!

So Fangzheng's itinerary immediately changed from "Ten Ruins Ben" to "Allied Death Squad", and under the guidance of Nimfu, he easily led the other mercenaries to evade the search of those cultists on the periphery, and began to gradually approach the center of the ruins.

And at this moment, the patience of the mage of destruction has finally been exhausted.

Something is not right.

He stared out into the dark wilderness and clasped his hands. Although the news that the mage destroyer had just received from his servants was that the stupid mage had been attacked by wolves, so he had been delayed for some time. But the Doom didn't really believe in this excuse, and now as time passed, he felt more and more that something was not right. That idiot was stupid, but he still wouldn't give up this opportunity, so what's wrong with that?

Thinking of this, the Destruction Mage looked a little restless, he was also a mage, and he was also a prophetic mage. If it had been before, he would have been able to cast his spells and peek into the prophecy and the future. But now, he has lost this ability——— no, it should be said that he gave up this ability.

Because as a prophetic mage, he saw the future so heavy that he could not breathe, and he was desperate to find that the future was a fate that could not be changed, let alone escaped. A momentary choice could never change the final outcome, and because of this, he chose to leave the camp of order and join the Day of Destruction.

Since there is no way to change and no escape, let it all be completely destroyed.

The nostalgia for the past was only a small spin in the mind of the mage of destruction, and it did not cause any waves. Those days were never good for him, and he was naïve and naïve to think that if he could foresee the future, he would be able to control his own destiny. But after that, he despaired to discover that sometimes being a fool who doesn't know anything is happier.

"Start the ritual right away."

Thinking of this, the Destruction Mage made a decisive decision, he turned his head and glanced behind him, on the altar, the statue of the six-armed snake demon that had been broken earlier had been put back together and placed there. At this moment, its body was shining with a faint and evil turquoise glow. I don't know if it's an illusion, but under the glorious light, the originally broken statue seems to be gradually healing.

In front of the statue, a ring was hovering, the same ring that Charles had given to the Doom Mage. But at the moment, the ring seemed to be emitting a faint green glow.........

"You guys, come here."

The Doom Mage reached out and pointed at a few cultists standing there not far from him. The cultists walked up to the mage of destruction without hesitation, their expressions serious and cold, as if they were unconscious.

"Something went wrong, and we're going to start the ritual right away."

The Doom Mage only gave a brief explanation, and then gave the order.

"Prepare for the sacrifice."

"Yes."

Hearing the order of the Destroyer Mage, the cultists nodded without hesitation, and then one of the leaders strode forward and came to the altar to pick up the dagger

And at this moment, suddenly, the Destruction Mage turned his head to look into the air.

There, he saw the shining light of the Holy White piercing the dark night sky like a meteor, swooping straight down in the direction where he and the others were.

Enemy Attack!!