Hill's sweep begins in the northeast corner of the village, while in the other direction, Joe is running wild on the rooftops.

He was followed by a group of pitch-black shadows, masked men armed with sharp blades, chasing their prey like wild beasts, purple magic eyes flashing in the darkness.

Joe's footsteps paused, turned around and shook his hands, and several silver rays flashed, like starlight sprinkled in the crowd.

After doing all this, Qiao didn't look back, and flew away again. The masked man behind him fell like a cut straw.

Suddenly, a rustle sounded from behind him again, this time the sound was closer, Qiao frowned, his hands drooped, and the sharp blade was clasped in the palm of his hand.

Click! There was a strange thud beneath his feet, and a masked man burst through the roof and ejected, a sharp blade bursting through the air and pointing at Joe's throat.

Joe didn't have time to dodge, his heart was crossed, and he simply ran towards the blade, and the moment before the blade touched his neck, he suddenly exerted force at the waist, and forcibly lifted his upper body by half an inch. It was the distance between this millimeter, life and death reversed, the blade flashed from the front of the neck, without the slightest blood, and Qiao's palm had already pierced the masked man's body.

"Huh?" Joe snorted softly, and the touch coming from his palm did not look like a human body, but an unusually fragile skeleton. The skeleton was destroyed by this blow, the masked man shuddered, the demon eye on his forehead went out, and the whole person dissipated along with the black burqa on his body, turning into a black mist and disappearing.

Qiao watched in a daze as the skeleton in his palm shattered and fell to the ground, turning into a pool of unknown wreckage, and the other black-clothed people behind him rushed over, Qiao Meng was lucky, and the chain dagger in his sleeve was like two swimming dragons out of the water, strangling a group of masked people, without exception, these "people" all turned into a wisp of black mist and dissipated, leaving only a pool of residue.

"Puppets." Joe looked at the bronzed slag on the ground, thoughtful.

However, he did not hesitate for long, as the new puppets slowly floated in the black mist on the ground again, and after confirming the true identity of these puppets, Joe lost interest in fighting them, and instead ran towards the center of the village.

According to the plan made earlier, Hill should be on the verge of arriving by now.

As another part of the plan, Renault was tiptoeing through a dark tunnel. He walked cautiously, followed by a group of heavily armed villagers, who, like Renault, were careful to breathe.

"Everyone, pay attention, we are right below the square now, and there is a battlefield above our heads, everyone must be careful." He made a silencing gesture as he spoke.

When the villagers heard this, they hurriedly nodded solemnly. However, their faces were not very good, the tunnel was already narrow, and with so many of them walking under it for so long, some people already felt that it was difficult to breathe.

"It's a little longer to the outside of the village, let's hold on a little longer."

This tunnel was dug by Renault not long ago, according to Joe's analysis, under the premise of considering the existence of the other party's magician, it cannot be ruled out that the other party has a similar ability to shuttle through space, and this method cannot be dealt with with with their current preparations, therefore, for the sake of safety, they adopted the second plan, which is to let everyone move to the tunnel before nightfall, and then quietly transfer.

No matter what kind of magic you want to achieve space travel, you must have detailed information about the destination, and it is impossible to surprise a newly excavated tunnel like this.

The task of digging the tunnels and leading the villagers to evacuate naturally fell to Renaud, and although he had not been able to master the use of any weapons in these few days, he found himself at a loss for the shovel, and after a period of hard work, he finally agreed to transform into the shape of a shovel for him to drive.

As is customary, he gave the shovel a majestic name: the Shovel of the Galaxy......

At this moment, he was holding this star-studded shovel, leading the villagers who had lured the enemy to evacuate to the gathering place outside the village.

After walking about fifty meters forward, Renault led everyone to the location of a dry well as he remembered.

"Quick, go up, you can get out from here!" Finding the dry well, Renaud shouted excitedly.

The villagers were also excited, and they used each other's strength to climb to the mouth of the well to find the rope that had been placed here. But no one noticed in the night, and not far from them, a thick black fog drifted silently.

Renault squatted down, exerting his arms to prop up a somewhat obese villager to the mouth of the well, and the villager who had climbed up before came up to help, but before Renault could raise his head, a scream came from above.

"Plop!" A heavy object fell, and when Renault saw it, it turned out to be a fat villager who had just climbed up. He had a ghostly expression, his body trembling uncontrollably, his teeth chattering, and he pointed to the mouth of the well.

"Yes...... Yes...... Heart...... Heart......"

Renault didn't understand, and just wanted to ask again, but this time it was a black-clothed masked man holding a sharp blade that jumped down.

"Who?" Renault asked sharply.

But the man ignored him, raised the dagger in his hand and stabbed it into the fat man's chest, and between the opening and closing of the movement, a few drops of cold blood were thrown out of the dagger.

"Click!"

Renault subconsciously used the shovel in his hand, and the dagger of the man in black was held by him, and the next moment he slapped it with his backhand with all his strength, and the man in black was smashed into the wall by him, and his body fell softly and disappeared into smoke.

"I'll go up first!" Renault turned to the frightened villagers and said, "I'll hold them back, you guys take the opportunity to run!" ”

After speaking, regardless of the reaction of the villagers, Renault propped up the shovel in his hand, and rushed out of the well in two clicks, and when he looked around, his pupils suddenly shrank.

The villager who had crawled out first was lying on the ground, with a twisted dagger stuck in his chest, as if by some kind of magic, and the corpse of the villager dried up at a speed visible to the naked eye in a flash of blood. A masked man pounced on top of him, no, that guy definitely couldn't be called a "human", his upper body was weirdly propped up, and four slender arms stretched out below his chest, and his fingers were slender and sharp, like spikes.

It thrust its fingers into the villager's body, tearing the fragile flesh to pieces, and the "man" raised his head and let out a strange "creaking" laugh from his mouth.

What's more, the villager he tore at was still slightly heaving on his chest, and his mouth was constantly oozing blood foam, obviously not completely dead.

"Brute!" Renault's eyes instantly turned blood-red, and he flew forward with a big stride, holding the shovel handle in his hand and sweeping it fiercely, and the shovel brought up a starlight and slashed at the guy's body.

The black-clothed man who was cut off stood up with the support of insect-like limbs, lying on the ground like a beast, raising his neck, and staring directly at Renault with his magic eyes, but it did not attack further, but turned into black mist and slowly disappeared, but the other puppets nearby seemed to be attracted by something, and the beasts rushed towards this side.

Renault glanced at the mouth of the well, gritted his teeth, and ran in the direction of the village, shouting to the villagers who were still in the well:

"Get out of here and tell the people outside about here!"

The figure flickered, and Renault disappeared from place with a large group of black golems.