A tower shield was lifted by the shield wall, and the two of them got in, and this time, they finally saw the whole picture of this garrison stronghold. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

Now they are in the middle of the corridor on the negative fourth floor, with thick and solid walls on the left and right, and two shield walls at the front and back. There were about forty or fifty of them, mainly swordsmen and archers, most of whom were neatly dressed, and the swordsmen formed the third line of defense, and the archers were all fastened and ready for battle, and there were also six black-robed mages, who could not see the rank, four of them were struggling to hold up a huge magic circle to protect the entire area, and the other two stood behind the archers, slightly away from the shield wall.

Above the head, there are almost molten minus three floors, some thin places, drops of red magma are slowly dripping down, dripping on the shield of the magic circle, a burst of white gas, sending the pungent smell of sulfur into everyone's nostrils, every few minutes, a large lump of burning viscous lava cracked on the magic circle, the magic circle trembled violently, everyone trembled, the four mages hurriedly increased the output of magic energy, so the magic circle stabilized again.

The mages did not dare to move to support the circle, lest they accidentally be burned through the shield by the magma.

Everyone's face was sweating like pulp, I don't know if it was hot or nervous.

The commander of the small group was Dark's old acquaintance Bairkin, who stood in the middle of the group, fully armed, and by his side was an old man in a shabby white robe and a girl with long purple hair, who seemed to be priests of the Cult of the Illuminati, nervously casting healing spells on the wounded.

The most eye-catching thing is a short and fat man, with a very unique hairstyle, like a garlic that has been peeled and dyed golden yellow, with every step, the garlic trembles and trembles above his head, and when he sees Duck and Mawson coming, he screams exaggeratedly and jumps towards the purple-haired girl: "You guys, don't come here!"

The purple-haired girl frowned in disgust: "They are healthy. ”

"What if it doesn't work?"

"Then you can go for further testing yourself!" the purple-haired girl said stiffly, turning around and busily treating the wounded. Who knew that the wounded pushed her away: "Leave me alone, I can't do it!"

"Don't talk nonsense!" the purple-haired girl said gently, "It's been purified, and it will be fine soon!"

"No, no, you see, the pores are still open, they just haven't gotten bigger—purification can only stop the spread of the demon seed, not eradicate it, right?"

"Matthew, shut up!" Byrgin walked over with a bang, "Pastor Isabella has done her best!"

"I don't mean to blame Pastor Isabella, it's just," the wounded man cracked his mouth and laughed, "Hehe, the recovery technique doesn't work, the healing technique doesn't work, purification is the last resort, it doesn't work, Boss Bairkin, are you willing to watch me turn into a living corpse?"

"Matthew ......"

"Maintaining this isolation array, the mana consumed is too great, instead of wasting time and mana on me, it is better to save others, go!"

"I won't give up on you!"

"You bastard, are you going to watch me turn into a living corpse and die an ugly death!

Poof, blood splattered!

The wounded man suddenly drew the short sword at his waist and strangled it in the neck!

Not a drop of Ruquan's blood splashed out, and beside the wounded, there seemed to be a whole circle of invisible transparent curtain walls blocking the blood.

Red blood gushed down the curtain wall.

The white-robed old priest let out a long sigh: "The soul is gone, and the demon seed has lost its vitality...... Warriors, your body remains in the world where you fought valiantly, and your soul will have eternal life in the Heavenly Sacred Garden, and the light reigns supreme!"

Everyone, including Duck and Mawson, couldn't help but whisper: "Light first!"

The white-robed old priest waved his hand and removed the isolation circle. With heavy steps, Bairkin walked up to the deceased, leaned over and picked him up, and let the blood stain his armor red.

"Throw it out, throw him out!" rotten, spread the plague, throw it out!" the fat blonde man roared up and down, ignoring the resentful gazes of those around him.

Bairkin's steady hands were actually trembling slightly. With a very slow, very slow pace, he slowly moved to the shield wall and threw the corpse out of the way.

The blood that had not yet dried up drew a long trail of bloody tears in the air, crossed the shield wall, and disappeared from everyone's eyes.

When the sound of the corpse falling to the ground was heard, Isabella threw herself into the arms of the white-robed old priest and cried loudly.

The blonde fat man's voice came again: "How good it is to do this earlier, waste so much mana...... Uh-huh, you, what are you going to do?"

Duck walked over, grabbed the fat man by the collar, and held him up in the air: "Bastard with shit on your head, I've put up with you for a long time!"

Everyone was shocked, and someone instinctively wanted to rush over, but Bairkin quietly gestured, and the man immediately and silently retracted the outstretched foot.

The fat man squeaked in fright: "I am ...... I'm the president's son, don't, don't touch me, or I'll let you—huh?"

"It's the president's son, disrespectful," Duck held him in the air with one hand, and stretched out the other, as if trying to pat him on the arm, "I was rude just now, don't care." ”

"Hurry up and put Lao Tzu ...... Ahhhh

The fat man let out a terrible roar like a pig, and one of his little fingers was pinched into blood sauce by Duck!

"That's what Lao Tzu should do!" Duck wiped the blood and broken bones on the fat man's body in disgust, and slapped him in the face, "He didn't like you a long time ago! Tell Lao Tzu again, who are your son?"

"I, I, I, I don't know who the pony is—"

Duck roared viciously, "You pony is a root hanging!"

"Yes, yes, I'm hanging, I'm hanging!"

"You're not as good as a hanging!" Duck spat on the fat man's face, "Let Lao Tzu hear you squeak and stomp on your eggs!"

As soon as Dark's hand was released, the fat man slammed on the ground, didn't even dare to stand, pouted his big fat ass and arched into the corner, and didn't dare to move.

The purple-haired girl sneered, wiped her tears, raised her hand and threw a reply technique at the fat man, and saluted towards Dak: "Isabella, second-level priest of the Illuminati Sect, greetings to you." ”

Duck returned the salute: "Trainee Patrol Officer of Port Snell Police Station, Duck, Congratulations to St. Ann." ”

Bairkin came over and slapped his big hand on Duck's shoulder: "Boy, it's really not dead!"

Duck nodded at him and pointed outward: "My brother is outside, I don't want him to wipe his neck, what the hell is the demon seed, is there a cure?"

"Rodriguez's tricks are similar to the plague, and the people in it have become living corpses. ”

"Does it have anything to do with physique?"

"Nope. It doesn't matter the level, as long as it's dyed, sooner or later. ”

"How long?"

"About three hours. ”

Dark's pupils instantly narrowed: "Three hours, what about the light spell?"

Isabella said eagerly, "It works, but each one can only work once, slowing down the rate of decay, and then, deteriorating at an even faster rate!"

"No hope at all?"

The girl hung her head sadly.

"No, since it is a product of alchemy, there must be a solution!"

Bairkin took a step forward: "The product of evil alchemy, or made by a high-level alchemist, how can it be so easy to solve? Now we are dozens of people, trapped here, unable to contact the outside, there are more and more living corpses, and there is no manpower to solve it!"

Duck snorted his neck: "I'll go!"

"Where to die?"

Duck was deflated.

Bairkin said: "Now, I will put you into the battle sequence, Dark, obey the order, pick up your weapon, and go to guard behind the second shield wall!"

"What if I don't listen?"

A cold glint crossed Bairkin's eyes: "I'll kill you right away!"

Dark's bull temper came up: "Come on?"

"You think I wouldn't dare?"

Just as the two were arguing, a thunderous voice suddenly came overhead: "Did anyone hear it? Is there a person?"