Isn't that outrageous something that towers over the deepest part of the sandbar?

But for those who have never seen such a behemoth, the impact it brings, and the details of its construction that violate biological principles that are magnified to the fore, are enough to cause serious damage to one's ability to think.

At least it was reflected in Lolo's reluctance to continue near the monster, her eyes straightened, the voice in her throat condensed into words, and the limbs that had become habitual through the many dance practices became as stiff as rotten wood.

She can't be blamed for this, many of the sandshell people have disappeared into the sand as they approached. They were terrified of the thing, they wanted to flee, and they even panicked.

In contrast, the Dancing Girl was simply no longer able to move forward, and she was still standing, not kneeling down to the children of the evil gods or fleeing for her way. This is already a rare courage among ordinary people, and it is likely to come from her years of service to the incorporeal and powerful golden spirit, which has made her a little comfortable with this unimaginable existence.

In fact, if you think about it carefully, you will find that the caster is not really the best solution to the cultists, because if they know too much, they will understand that the things in front of them are not something that can be summarized and described by a monster, and they will understand what kind of target they are fighting against. Unless, they have similar experiences or strong beliefs, such as a thirst for knowledge or a similar god standing behind them.

Thinking about it this way, the team that Jung convened may be even more elaborate than Si Gang thought at the beginning, looking at these summoned spellcasters, all of them are good at maintaining their minds in the process of fighting against the evil gods, if it weren't for the loss of more than half along the way, the current situation must not be so difficult.

But this is also something that can't be helped, the caster is not a god, and even if he claims to be a god, I'm afraid he can't be omniscient and omnipotent, and to get here unscathed, it's something that no one without any inside information can do anyway.

Cheese knew in his heart that by the standards of the fight against the evil gods, this team was already performing well.

"You are waiting for me here. Yoni, look at the two of them, and if you don't think it's right, run. Greyrobe said to his apprentice, and shoved the two things into the boy's hand from his bosom.

It was a jade lion pendant and a cold iron amulet that Atta had brought back. It stands to reason that if the pendant given by Shi Lao really has some kind of effect, then it should not be able to coexist with the cold iron, but at this time, the two talismans are in the same small palm, but they magically do not collide with each other, and nothing happens to their overlapping parts, as if they do not have any special effect. This is the most helpful thing Cheese can leave for Yoni.

"Wait, I'll go with you. I have to admit that Wei Ya's voice made the gray robe look sideways, ordinary people can't recover from the influence of witnessing the void so quickly.

Although the female mage's face was pale, she was still able to walk and speak independently, was this a blessing in disguise? Because she had just witnessed the void, she was much less afraid of the evil god heir in front of her. Then perhaps, this team is even better than he imagined.

Cheese didn't say anything more, and it was useless to say more. He nodded, and turned to walk towards the towering shadow. The focus at the moment is not to tap the potential of her teammates, even if Wei Ya can play her best, she can still play a limited role in the war against the evil gods. The focus of the battle was still on the Grey Robe, which was just as he had expected.

Fortunately, thanks to the help of the team, his attrition along the way was not serious.

The closer you get to the monster, the less you can breathe in the air, not only between the grains of sand, but also the vitality in the air, greed, hunger, just like its creator.

Whether intentionally or unintentionally, the thin air does effectively prevent those who want to approach it, and Cheese feels like standing on the highest peak of Dragon's Back Mountain, with a big gasp of breath and only a small effect.

In such an environment, it is difficult to even open your mouth to speak, let alone casting spells, and it is no wonder that without seeing the cultists serving monsters in this vicinity, those ordinary people simply cannot survive here.

The "exhale" wind, blowing from behind, brings fresh air and energy to breathe. Wei Ya, who walked up to Cheese, nodded at him, and her eyes became even more tired.

As mentioned earlier, the magic in this space has long been sucked away, and the only thing the caster can rely on here is the limited amount of magic produced by himself, which is not much better than the forbidden demon forest that Cheese once visited. That's why he stingily chose to preserve his mana, and didn't choose to cast spells to get air.

The female mage did not have this burden, and after seeing the Void, she had already vaguely understood her place in this battle, and the door to the new realm opened together made her willing to follow in the footsteps of Cheese and provide him with supplies.

She was very knowledgeable, so she understood that what they were fighting was a level higher than the elements, the energies. She was willing to give a lot to see what Cheese was going to do to defeat it.

The gray robe sensed Wei Ya's intentions somewhat, he knew what she wanted to see, some kind of secret method specially used to fight the evil gods, a special inheritance school, and a subversion of the current magic. He can do it because he has this ability and he relied on it for a while.

He did this in the face of the enemy six years ago, and in the face of the worms on the heavenly tree, he did this. Even when fighting against the calamity of the steppe, the actual natural calamity Alei, he also used this power.

This time, he wouldn't do it, not out of stinginess, but because he had come to realize that the power he possessed was too close to the evil gods in nature, and it was very dangerous.

For example, it is as if a wicked man kills with a sword and does all kinds of evil. The good defend the way with the sword, punish the adulterous and eliminate the evil. It seems that the power of swords is not good or evil, they are tools, and it depends entirely on the will of the user. However, when the sword exists and is held in the hand, its imagery as a killing tool has become a natural solution to the problem at hand. So whether it is good or evil, there will be bloodshed, and there will be casualties. The sword is a murder weapon. In the hands of good people, they are made for the purpose of killing, better killing, easier killing, no matter how well decorated, they are just gorgeous murder weapons.

Cheese deeply realized that the power beyond the magic in his hands was something like a sword. It seems that the use of swords against swords and violence against violence is a very intuitive and normal method, and the hidden risks behind it have never disappeared.

That power will destroy the world, and it won't change just because it's being harnessed by the gray robes. Using the power to destroy the world against the power of destroying the world is to use a knife against a knife, and in the end, it is difficult to escape the end of murder. In other words, as long as you fight against the evil god in the way of the evil god, in the end, whoever wins, the world will be harmed.

Change, you have to make a difference. But this change can't be unprovoked and unprepared, it needs a process. Right now, this opponent is the best target to test your new ideas.

He wants to try, to fight in a new way, to fight like a mage, to fight like a normal person.