"Please allow us to go."

Zhang Ze, Long Yan Yifeng, Qi Guangming and the others stood in front of Prince Greg, the mercenary Wang Weis, and Master Kozmo. Zhang Ze said in a pleading tone, "We have to give it a try...... If we could, we would like to do our part as the Forerists. ”

"Has it already been decided?"

Prince Greg's eyes were so deep that outsiders couldn't see his thoughts clearly.

"Yes." Including Zhang Ze, the leaders of the three guilds nodded in unison, and Zhang Ze explained: "This is an infiltration operation, and we will only send about 24 people to form a full special operations team. ”

"What do you need us to do?" Prince Greg said calmly, from the time Zhang Ze and the others came over to explain the plan, he had a calm and resolute expression.

Zhang Ze glanced at Yifeng, and the elf druid smiled: "Your Excellency, you must also know that this half-plane is full of dangers, we have to sneak into the altar, and it is very likely that we will be stopped and killed by the temple guards in the process...... As for the guards in the temple, we already have friends to take the pressure off our shoulders......"

"No way!"

As soon as Wingwind's voice fell, Master Kozmo, who had been silent, said coldly, "According to Karadenai's plan, at this point in time, we must evacuate...... If you don't evacuate in time, the plane will sink and no one will survive. ”

"What do you think, Ves?" Prince Greg raised his hand to stop Mage Kozmo's words, and looked at the Mercenary King who was carrying the legendary warhammer.

"Hehe, I think I can give them a try, after all, who knows about Karadenai's spells. Can it be before the ritual is completed. What about the Half-Plane of Destruction......" Vess smiled uninhibitedly at the corner of his mouth. Ignoring Master Kozmo's murderous gaze, he said to himself, "The Bloodweeper Warhammer in my hand tells me that at least one more will disappear before destruction will come to the Half-Plane...... So, since this group of Holy Arrivals is willing to moths to the fire, why not let them try, and we will maintain a formation in front of the passage, and we can evacuate at any time. And to put pressure on the dark legions......"

Hearing the words of the mercenary king, Kozmo sighed in his heart, restrained the cold light in his eyes, and said to Zhang Ze in a muffled voice: "It seems that I can't stop you." ”

"Nine times out of ten, you will not return, although you are Holy Beings and can be resurrected without limit, please be cautious of an evil priest, because he has many means of imprisoning souls." There was a hint of concern in Kozmo's voice.

Prince Greg glanced at the deputy commander of the Mage Legion, and a hint of amusement crossed his eyes. Cold on the outside and hot on the inside. He knew Kozmo all too well, this was also an old royal man. Step by step, he has come from the bottom of the army of war mages, and his career is legendary. On the bright side. Karadenai is the supreme marshal of the War Mage Legion, but on weekdays, all affairs are taken over by Kozmo, which is known to everyone in Cormier's upper echelons.

"I'll lead the army out there, you just let it go!" Prince Greg glanced at Zhang Ze, Long Yan, Yifeng and the others one by one, and said loudly.

"Then let's go!"

Zhang Ze is not the kind of mother-in-law and mother-in-law, with a wave of his hand, he took more than 20 commandos who had already been decided, and hurried away.

……

The Dark Temple was in chaos due to a sudden tornado.

Anastasia, the wind djinn, following Ingrid's orders, transforms into a whirlwind of death and makes a way for her master in the courtyard corridor of the temple.

"Can you find the altar?" Charles strode beside the lich, occasionally jumping up and stepping over the corpses of the guards on the ground. At this time, he had already ignored the information bar and chose to block the kill prompt, otherwise his retina would have been swiped by the dense and constantly updated text.

"Not so fast, I'm not an Astral Stalker, I'm a Lich!" Ingrid was upset by the question all the way over, and couldn't help but roll her eyes and replied, "You have to check area by area to find the entrance to the independent space......"

"These temple guards are really Nyima!"

Charles was also angry, don't look at the dark legion gathering in the plain outside, but there are at least one or two hundred guards left in the temple, plus those probationary knights and probationary priests, they are besieged wherever they go, and their ears have not been cleared for a moment.

If it weren't for the Wind Djinn to clear their way, these NPCs would rush over to disturb Ingrid's mind and destroy her spirit matrix that she had so managed to disperse.

"There's no way to go on like this......" Charles stared at the one in front of him, who could be described as a whirlwind of death for a meat grinder, but his face was ugly.

Time was of the essence, and if they were trapped in the temple, not only would they not be able to disrupt Isaac's rituals, but they would even have to take their own lives when the plane sank.

"Defend the Temple!"

"The temple of the Dark King Bane is not to be desecrated!"

"Kill these invaders!"

Bane's followers chanted slogans one by one, and then rushed into the whirlwind of death without fear of death.

It can be said that the vast majority of believers who have been selected to practice in the dark half-plane have extremely devout beliefs, and will even turn into fanatical believers. It is normal for devout believers and fanatics to give their lives for the gods or something, because they are convinced that their souls will not fall into the abyss, but will be led by the gods to the kingdom of God and enjoy eternal life.

However, nothing is certain, and Anastasia, the wind dwindling spirit, maintained its hurricane form, emptied a courtyard, and was about to blow towards the outermost group of frightened apprentices, when Charles suddenly spotted several familiar figures among them.

"Anastasia, wait!" His heart moved, and he hurriedly called out to the wind giant spirit and called it by its name.

Call.

The group of apprentices felt that the wind was about to blow and seemed to tear themselves apart, and suddenly retreated. Many of the young female trainees sat on the ground with round eyes and sobbed.

Beside Charles, the Wind Djinn took on a human form, an aristocratic woman with blue skin, dressed in an ornate robe and with gleaming Mithril rings on her bare arms and feet. There was a golden wind-shaped pattern engraved between her eyebrows, and her blue eyes glanced at Charles lightly, and then she immediately withdrew her gaze, and did not ask Charles why she stopped talking.

Ingrid gave him an inquiring look.

"I think I've found a way."

Charles smiled and walked over to the group of probationary priests, the crowd automatically moving out of the way.

"Yuraia!" He stood straight in front of a young pastor about eighteen or nineteen years old and called out his name.

"My lord......" The young pastor did not raise his troops against each other like those devout and fanatical believers, but bent down respectfully, hiding his nervous expression and the horror in his eyes, and said in a trembling voice: "Do you have anything to do with Yuraiya?" (To be continued......)