In the inner corridor, a goat-man was kicked away by Bruce, and his tattered body slammed directly into the grand gate on the other side of the courtyard.

Zizi sounded, and the two iron doors slowly opened under Bruce's great force, revealing the black hole inside.

"Finally to the cathedral." Looking at the slaughtered monsters around him, Mo Wen touched the sweat on his forehead, the killing for several hours in a row made him a little unbearable, and Bruce beside him was also panting slightly.

The two of them were able to survive with the barbarian's strong physique and the clan's secret skills to increase stamina, but Lillian and Jacob couldn't stand it anymore.

Lillian gasped for air with a longbow in one hand, sweat dripping down her round chest, and Jacob, in werewolf form, stuck out her long tongue like a dead dog.

"Alright, let's take a break here." With the eyes of the Heroic Spirit, Mo Wen carefully observed the cathedral in the dark, and there seemed to be no monsters inside.

It was a magnificent building, with two long rows of chairs leading up to the end of the church, a huge pool of water erected on the wide steps, the vessel that had been filled with holy water was now filled with blood, a gray-brown curtain hung from the small pulpit, and a green skeleton stood motionless on the shelf in front of the pulpit, as if it were a former priest, and it still maintained its previous frightened appearance, with a long hand outstretched.

There is also a resting room on each side of the church.

Mo Wen seemed to be able to feel the solemn atmosphere here, but unfortunately now there were only light brown blood stains and collapsed seats.

"Take a ten-minute break." Mo Wen made a gesture to a few people, "The weapon must be placed by your side." ”

The church quickly fell silent, and Mo Wen and the others hurried to start resting, and according to their previous experience, there would be a damn monster chasing after them in a while.

However, he always felt that something was wrong, and Mo Wen took a rest while looking at the surrounding environment.

It's quiet, no, it's too quiet, it's in stark contrast to the incessant fighting outside the church, as if from a bloody battlefield to a quiet church, but will the church occupied by demons really be quiet?

"Hey, Primordial!" Mo Wen silently asked in his mind, "Are there any monsters in the church in the first act of Diablo 2?" ”

After all, a long time has passed, and Mo Wen can't remember those specific details clearly.

"Yes, there's a miniboss skeleton called Ashes." Originally calm and authentic.

"Mini-boss? Skeleton? Mo Wen looked at the skeleton crawling on the shelf, and his pupils shrank.

"Everyone, be careful!"

Almost at the same time, the green skeleton jerked to its feet, and two dark green missiles headed straight for Lillian and Jacob.

The long cooperation allowed Lillian to dodge to the other side as soon as she got the hint from Mo Wen, and the poison bomb almost grazed her body and flew to the side.

But Jacob hesitated, and the poison bomb hit his body directly, only to see that Jacob's whole body suddenly turned blue, and at the same time, his body stiffened.

"Damn the crumbs!" Bruce grabbed the greatsword in his hand, and with a single leap he jumped up from the spot, slashing at the skeleton with boundless power.

Jump attack, Barbarian fourth-order combat skill.

I saw Bruce float like an eagle on the top of the arc of the cathedral for a moment, and then swooped down.

The giant sword slashed at the green skeleton's skull with a huge inertia, but there was a sound of metal colliding.

The ashes shook twice, a few cracks appeared on the top of his head, and the soul flame in his brain shook for a while, but then he punched Bruce fiercely.

After taking a few steps back, Bruce let out a roar of rage, and the damn skeleton was surprisingly powerful, and he pounced forward again, and the fists and swords of one man and one monster collided with each other, and the fight was inextricable.

On the other hand, Jacob finally relented, and he shuddered and took a bottle of antidote from his belt, poured it down, and then spat out a mouthful of black blood with ice crystals in it.

Lillian picked up her bow and arrows and tried to help Bruce, but Mo Wen waved at her.

"You and Jacob rest first, be careful to guard the rooms on both sides, this monster is handed over to me and Bruce!"

I saw a sudden noise from the rooms on both sides, and it seemed that a monster was rushing towards this side.

Lillian nodded, reversed the direction of the arrow, and became vigilant, and Jacob pulled himself together and turned into a werewolf and lurked in the other direction.

Mo Wen held the hexagonal fire in his hand, and his eyes were fixed on the ashes that had been fought with Bruce.

There was a faint anger in my heart.

It's the first time he's been tricked by a monster, in the past, those monsters would only pounce on him and fight desperately, how could this monster be so cunning, he actually pretended to be dead and sneak attacked.

Now it's time for it to pay!

Mo Wen protected the crescent moon shield in front of him, and the hexagonal fire pointed diagonally to the back.

Await.

Mo Wen's eyes were fixed on the ashes, and the pupils in his eyes shrank slightly.

After a violent collision, Bruce stepped back, and the ashes crooked, nearly losing his balance.

Opportunity!

Mo Wen's pupils contracted violently again.

Aura of Strength! Charge!

Any martial art can be multiplied with continuous training, and as the two skills that Mo Wen is most familiar with, the power aura and charge have been pushed to a high level by him.

Like a sharp blade, the benches that blocked Mo Wen were smashed in half from the middle, and the broken wood chips were scattered in all directions.

Die!

Mo Wen rushed straight to the ashes!

Like an arrow off the string!

Seeing this kind of power, the ashes whose body had just regained their balance could no longer care about Bruce, who was close at hand, and two green missiles shot towards Mo Wen.

With a bang, Mo Wen's little shield and the first missile collided together, Mo Wen only felt a nauseous feeling welling up in his heart, and at the same time, a cold cold also spread from the small shield.

Throwing the small shield out, Mo Wen continued to rush towards the ashes.

The second missile.

Mo Wen lowered his head, and the missile flew over the top of his head.

Looking at the ashes in front of him, Mo Wen clenched the hexagonal fire with both hands.

Kill!

The two figures staggered.

Mo Wen and the ashes stood on both sides.

Exhaling softly, Mo Wen gently shook the scimitar in his hand.

Behind him, the ashes seemed to want to turn their heads.

But there was a soft clicking sound, and the spine where the ashes were connected to the skull turned out to be crisp, and countless cracks began to appear, and then the ashes' head actually fell through a neat incision.

The head of the soulless flame curled up on the ground, and the pile of green skeletons fell to the ground.

"Cut, die so fast!" Bruce kicked the head with some displeasure, and Mo Wen had just snatched his prey.

"Okay!" On the other side, looking at the few people who were a little out of breath, Mo Wen shook his head, dispelled the remaining nausea, and picked up the shield that had fallen aside.

"I'd like to say take a little more rest, but our friends from hell don't seem to say yes."

With the ashes dead, monsters appeared again around the cathedral, from the windows, from the rooms on both sides, and even from the walls.

Pointing to a pitch-black staircase leading to the bottom with the tip of the hexagonal fire, Mo Wen said loudly, "Let's go and settle the Queen of Pain and Suffering first, and then have a good rest!" ”