Cassius held the special pocket watch and looked at the floor below, where the priest's death had visibly provoked the group below, who were praying feverishly.

"How do we act now?" Cassius asked the Guardian Knight.

The guardian knight glanced at the situation below, and immediately thought of a solution: "Now that the barrier of the demon pool wall is gone, let's go around to the opposite side of this level and climb down from it to attack them." ”

Duchamp glanced at the Guardian Knight worriedly, and everyone could see that the Guardian Knight's current condition was very unhealthy.

The dull-colored shuttle had been put away by the knight.

Everyone quickly walked around to the corridor opposite this level. If you can go down this side smoothly, you will just be able to copy the back path of those fanatics.

Duchamp poked his head out, glanced at it, and estimated: "There are still hundreds of sub-distances in the vertical distance." ”

In such a deep place, once you accidentally fall down, you really can't get up again.

One of the guerrillas stuck his head out, glanced down, and said a quip: "No, when we jump, the corridor will sink and disappear." ”

The Guardian Knight took it seriously, and said with a heavy heart: "Who knows, we don't know anything about the mechanisms below. However, I personally estimate that the mechanism, at most, is limited to the top of the demonization pool, and the surrounding walls and corridors of the houses are all part of this ancient castle, and they can't be transformed. ”

Duchamp sighed, he had already changed his magic many times today anyway, and he didn't care about changing it again. As soon as he reached out, he took out all the tools he had prepared to play Spider-Man from under his robe, including rope hooks, suction cups, and claws that he could wear on his hands.

"You're funny, you can pull out whatever you need, and you can hide so much under that robe." Cassius quipped under his breath.

Duchamp said angrily: "Please call me Doraemon!" ”

"What is Doraemon?" Cassius asked curiously.

"It's the blue cat that you gave your daughter."

One of the guerrillas gradually blended into his surroundings, then grabbed the rope and climbed down.

Soon there was a signal of safety below, and one by one, the cattle parachuted down.

Duchamp generously threw his claws to Guy, put on a suction cup himself, grabbed the rope, activated the stealth skill, and climbed down.

Guy carried the alloy shield given to him by Duchamp behind his back, put a clawed glove on his left hand, and followed the group, the last to reach the sixth floor.

At the end of the rope is the six-story cloister, which is still some distance from the altar. He looked at the mini-map, and there were not many people left on this level, and it seemed that they were all gathered around the altar, and no one noticed the movement here.

The chief priest died, and they were not seen rushing forward to avenge the priest.

There is a row of houses on this side of the cloister, which is obviously the lair of this group of cadres, and there must be good things in it.

Next to the cloister is a pool of blood, even if you look down from this floor, it is still very deep, as long as you get close, the scarlet is that makes people feel dizzy. I don't know how many of those spirits are in there.

Duchamp shook his head and decided to find the switch to control the lifting of the ground, and first open the road between the fifth and sixth floors. It's not his habit to take the lead.

He was not really good at this kind of thing, he intuitively opened a room that he thought was important, and it was obviously the house where the high-ranking cadres lived, and in the spirit of leaving no grass behind, he turned the room over like a whirlwind, and took away all the papers and valuables as usual.

Walking out of this room, he suddenly remembered an idea and released Little Gray Gray, who ran straight to a nearby house without hesitation, circling around the door. Duchamp followed closely behind, pushed the door, and the little gray went straight under the bed in the room. Duchamp saw a large box under the bed at a glance, and he took it out and opened it, and the contents made him stunned for a moment.

On top is a neatly folded military uniform, judging by the size and rank, it must be the undoubted General Polk who had just been killed.

Picking up his uniform, below was the soft that General Polk had taken with him when he fled.

Duchamp didn't look close, closed the box, and put it away. Looking at the empty room again, there no longer seemed to have anything that belonged to Polk himself.

He sighed and walked out of the room.

In the adjoining room, Little Ash stopped again. The room was unlocked, and Duchamp pushed open the door and walked in, and after taking a look, he thought that it might be the room of the 'George'.

In this room, Little Ash found dry goods: a large box of Bright Chips and a large box of crystals, and a large amount of Mira next to it, which is estimated to be the strategic material stored in this stronghold.

Duchamp did not hesitate to put away the stolen goods, and he thought to himself that it was a big deal to donate the money to the victims' families in the end.

With these two gains, Duchamp did not hesitate to sweep all the rooms next to him, and took all the valuable ones.

Duchamp was skeptical that such a small thing had only been found for such a large organization.

Before he could finish his search, Cassius and the others had already exchanged fire with the disciples over there, and Duchamp ran to reinforcements in a hurry.

Halfway through the run, he suddenly noticed something connotative: there were many pipes protruding from one of the houses. He looked in through the window, and there was the console and the control valve!

He pondered and tried for a long time, and finally, the ground sounded with a rumbling sound, and the square that had sunk down slowly began to rise again, and the entrance from the sixth floor to the fifth floor was passable again.

Duchamp shook his head, he didn't know how much it hurts to design such a painful mechanism.

When Duchamp ran to the altar, the victory or defeat on both sides seemed to be visible at a glance, and the members of the Order who were attacked by the sneak attack were far inferior to the elites of the combined team.

"I'm going first, for the sake of true knowledge, for the sake of the Holy Son!" One of the cultists screamed frantically and stabbed himself in the heart. Blood splattered out.

"Isn't it enough? Add me! Another injured member committed suicide using the same technique.

In the blink of an eye, there were only three cultists left on the altar.

"The lackeys of the Church, and the accomplices of the guerrillas, one day you will regret what you have done." The last three remaining priests wailed like wounded beasts.

"Stop your senseless resistance, there are already too many dead people here, and this foolish suicide trick should not continue." As a police officer, Guy boldly poked his head out to persuade him.

Duchamp frowned, and saw that the dead disciples were lying on the ground in the circle, and blood was flowing all over the ground.

That circle is about to come back to life.

"What are you waiting for? Are you still trying to use the power of the devil to defeat us? "The Guardian Knight has clearly seen the change in the ground as well.

Among the remaining three people, the one with the highest force was the 'bodyguard captain', who suddenly shouted: "Tomasi, the safety of the Order is completely up to you!" ”

After saying that, he jumped into the pool.

George and the other priest looked at each other, and George exclaimed, "The end of what we have been waiting for has come, but you will die before us." ”

As soon as the words fell, in the scarlet pool, the figure of the priest who had just jumped down turned into a demon shadow, and under the glow of the magic circle on the ground, it swelled up from the abyss in a blink of an eye, enveloping this heaven and earth. There was no more purple qi in the air, and all the purple qi was absorbed by the demon shadow.

Before such a big shadow, anyone could only feel the insignificance of their own power.

The Guardian Knight said loudly, "It's not safe to stand on the surface of the pool, so let's quickly retreat to the surrounding walkway." ”

Everyone ran to the outermost wall of this floor, each looking for a safe place to stand, and saw that this phantom was projected onto another priest, and the priest's body suddenly swelled up, and in the blink of an eye, it turned into a huge demon.

On the altar, in the blink of an eye, there was only one person left, that George. He seemed to be oblivious to the battle around him, and just stood still, closed his eyes, and began to pray.

The demon man walked a few steps and began to adjust to this huge body, and as soon as he turned around, he saw where everyone was hiding, his body was tall, and he couldn't use it in this narrow corridor, and immediately let out a roar, turned into ten clones, and pounced on everyone.

"That's amazing!" Duchamp was dumbfounded, seeing a doppelganger coming towards him, he also released his 'doppelganger', and wondered the demon for a moment. I used all kinds of control skills, but none of them worked, so I could only run away with rolling and crawling, no, I should say that it was a kite flow.

Before Duchamp could kill a doppelganger with a kite exile, the rest of the team was already in distress.

A guerrilla was defeated by a clone, was slapped on the front by a palm, this guerrilla is experienced in encountering the enemy, and flew directly to Cassius along the palm wind, the old Cabufu was expected, and took his monster over, with one enemy and two, without fear.

Duchamp turned to look at the other Guy, and saw that he had activated the life-saving skill on his shield again, blocking the doppelganger's inevitable blow.

But how do you dodge the next blow?