Inside the distant mountain castle, the temple area.

Since Yuanshan City is the territory of the red-robed mage, there will not be any gods of the orderly and good camp here, and there will be no existence of those who see the demons and the devils will grab their weapons and fight with each other.

These priests of evil or neutral gods are also in a sense the nemesis of demons and the undead, but the magic they use is not focused on purification and destruction, as is the case with the good camp, but rather the opposite, taking the path of control and enslavement.

"A very powerful demon has appeared in the distant mountain city." In front of the temple of the goddess of doom, Ben Saba, two priests wearing black cloaks and emblems with black antlers carved on a blood-red background stood there, and one looked solemnly at the blood that was about to reflect half of the night.

"What, are we going to help Crimson Feather's bunch of idiots?" The other priest's voice was obviously much more disapproving, and she lazily stretched out her white slender arm and stretched out a big lazy waist.

"No, let's wait and see, even a monster without reason would dare to offend the temple of the goddess of doom. Besides......" The priest on the left paused, and she made a gesture of sniffing the air with her nose.

"This creature is strange, it has the smell of mortals, it has the smell of demons and devils and a faint dragon, it must be something that got out of control after one of Mart's experiments failed, let's ignore it." With that, the priest walked into the shadows of the Temple of Doom, and disappeared into the darkness.

"Cut, it's boring." The priest, who sounded distinctly younger, stamped her foot as she looked at the figure that had disappeared into the temple. He looked at the red mangs in the sky again, and suddenly snapped his fingers with his hand. It's like I had some brilliant idea.

Not only the Temple of the Goddess of Doom, but almost all the temples of the evil forces in Far Mountain City were alarmed by Acoste's performance. They either chose to act, or chose to wait and see, or chose to ignore it, and for a while, the storm surged.

And outside the castle of the city lord, there is a hell of Shura............

None of them could remain intact, either with their heads cut off or their arms broken, and some of them couldn't even find their bodies, only a mass of humanoid ash on the ground could prove that they had ever existed here.

"You. Don't kill us, we are willing to surrender, we are willing to be slaves, even if it is a cow, a horse, a pig and a dog! "In the middle of the battlefield, a handful of Crimson Feather warriors gathered there......

However, their will had obviously collapsed, and at this moment they couldn't see their noble status as a middle-level professional at all, and they knelt on the ground with tears and snot, and kept kowtowing to Acoste.

They are not greedy for life and afraid of death, as mid-level warriors. They had long since learned how to overcome their fears in battle, but the reason why these Crimson Feather warriors were the way they were was was because the demon on the other side was so terrifying............

Have you ever encountered an opponent that you can't beat or escape?

You've run into a group of your teammates rushing forward with a mortal mind. But it didn't work at all, but was tortured and killed by the other party one after another?

Have you ever experienced what despair is............

They learned that when faced with an opponent they couldn't defeat no matter what. The last shred of the Crimson Feather Warrior's desire to survive was infinitely magnified, as long as Acoste could bypass him. It's really for them to do anything!

But the half-elves didn't let their thoughts go at all......

Yacoste is not crazy, he is now in a clear head. I can also clearly recall all the things I did before.

However, there was a murderous and tyrannical aura that filled his heart, and the half-elf could feel the urge to destroy the whole world, but he did not alike this feeling, but enjoyed it.

The feeling of being released from the cage after being suppressed for a long time, the feeling of birds flying into the sky and fish entering the sea freely.

"No, please, don't kill me......" The warriors of Crimson Feather cried weakly, they had already loosened their weapons in their hands, they had already surrendered!

But why would the other party not let them go, the honor of the warrior, the dignity of the warrior, why would he still attack the defenseless himself, is it just naked to enjoy the feeling of slaughter?

The half-elves represented the Grim Reaper, and the warriors of Crimson Feather were desperate, and they closed their eyes, quietly waiting for that moment to come.

Acoste has already subdued them, and in the face of death, they don't even have the courage to fight against the water, but they are helpless to face death, hoping that the half-elves can give them a decent death for the sake of their non-resistance.

The Ember Bringer lifts ......

A circle of roaring flames rushed from the crimson sword............

The wind stopped blowing at this moment............

"Brother......

All strange noises disappeared in an instant with a weak shout, and the blood disappeared. Yacoste quickly turned his head and saw a few of his teammates.

Ling carried the unconscious Doris on her back, the scarred Mavi in her arms, the saber-toothed tiger carrying the mummified warrior monk on her back, and the pale Lavis in Sarina's arms, the little girl was smiling at her brother waving her hands and smiling.

"Brother, that's enough, let's get out of here." Lavis's voice was a little weak, but in Acoste's mind, it was like thunder, confused, and the eyes of the original half-elf, which were as stunning as black holes, instantly cleared up, and returned to black and white, and the wings, horns, and tail also disappeared.

"Lavis............ Lavis! Tears unconsciously moistened the corners of Acoste's eyes, and the half-elf ran behind him at a speed like the wind.

"Poof" sound......

Acoste was in too much of a hurry, and he knocked on a protruding position of a broken wall and fell on his stomach.

This action made the Crimson Feather and the people hiding in the shadows behind him look stupid............

A guy who destroys a castle, is as invincible as a god, and completes a hundred people can wrestle?

The half-elf didn't care in the slightest, didn't feel the pain, wiped the blood from his face and started running again.

"Lavis...... Everyone...... I ......" ran to the side of a few people, and Acoste slowed down again, and he walked to his teammate with trepidation and caution like a child who had made a mistake.

"Okay, they're not dead, when did you squirm like this?" Ling slapped it down, but fortunately, this time Dongfang Maiji didn't slap her face, just slapped it on the shoulder of the half-elf.

"But you have an obligation to take care of them until they are fully recovered, ............ position" (To be continued. )