Slipped, slipped.

As a man determined to survive to the finale, Ramov knows better than anyone the importance of judging the situation, and he runs like a gust of wind.

It is impossible to fight the enemy in the end, and it is impossible in this life.

"You'd rather take me with you!"

Behind him was the voice of the young Inquisitor, who finally noticed that something was wrong and turned to chase after him.

After witnessing Ramov's "farewell" running as fast as the wind, his admiration for Ramov and his belief in the church were suddenly shattered. But at the moment, he can still understand the form - Master Ramov gave quicksand a punch, and pierced the monster's tail with a rock spike, and the limelight made Ramov out, and now he wants to leave him alone to face the angry quicksand, how can there be such a good thing in this world?

The young Inquisitor insisted that either everyone should face the monster together, or they would just slip away.

The knights of the church should be highly unanimous!

"I suggest you run faster, the quicksand is going to bite your ass. Ramov tried to be as tactful as he could. Hearing this, the Inquisitor subconsciously glanced back, and the image in his eyes made his soul fly - the quicksand half of his body was submerged in the ground, only the injured tail pincers were exposed, and this behemoth was like the same shark chasing them.

Ramov was right, as long as the quicksand jumped into the air like just now, it would bite him directly, and he felt that if he was bitten by a monster of this size, it would not be a pain in the butt. The young judge was skeptical about what was left of him.

The Inquisitors never imagined that they would one day use their strength to escape, and such an act would undoubtedly be the most shameful act of his knighthood if known to his colleagues in Spiral City...... However, it was Master Ramov who was the first to flee for his life.

"Not bad. Seeing that the inquisitors had caught up with him, Ramov praised him with relief.

In Ramov's view, failure is not terrible, what is terrible is not to learn from failure. Luckily, humans are probably the most thoughtful species in countless planes, and the First Demon Tide War lasted for hundreds of years, during which time people had already summed up countless experiences in fighting monsters.

In his time, monsterology was not a doctrine of entertainment, but an authentic discipline of warfare.

The first group of monster scholars had studied the weaknesses of the Calamity, and in the very limited amount of information, they had come up with a myriad of information. That's why Ramov won't stand in the air in a daze after the attack, waiting for quicksand's angry counterattack, he knows very well that with the terrifying vitality of the calamity-level monster, what he just did will never cause too much substantial damage to the quicksand, at best, it will make the quicksand feel the pain.

But this pain can swell the anger of quicksand.

"If you want to live, don't go down, the whole West Island is that guy's domain right now. ”

If he had enough time, Ramov could even give a lecture on quicksand attacks for the Inquisitors. Ground spikes and quicksand traps do not effectively damage the air, and the main means of attack of quicksand against the air is to leap up and bite hard.

So just avoid that fatal bite.

"It is the god of the earth, and the sky is not its territory. Ramov concluded in a crepe manner. But in fact, this sentence was not something he came up with, but a summary of quicksand by monster scholars during the escape of the First Demon Tide War. And the main reason why the Battle of Akarandu fell completely was that in addition to the quicksand, there was also a floating mountain in the sky.

These two monsters come together to be a real all-round attack without dead ends.

"I see!" the young Inquisitor suddenly realized, and after Ramov's explanation, he felt that his faith seemed to have returned a little—Master Ramov was not a deserter, but that he knew the monster too well, and it was just a tactical detour.

So, he regained his confidence and asked, "So how do we kill it?"

"We're not going to kill it. ”

In the end, the monster scholars came to the conclusion that it was almost impossible to destroy the quicksand, and that the existence of the scourge was like the last dragon, even if they were crushed in strength, they still had to be reborn again and again, not to mention, if they wanted to suppress the scourge in terms of strength, only the existence of the level of the saint could do it.

In ancient times, with the help of Gosya and Gelua, the people invented the magic circle to seal the dragon, and Ramov felt that there must be no magic circle prepared in advance in the western island, far away from the people, which also meant that the monsters who were chasing them were invincible.

"There's no way to hide it?Lord Ramov, you're a Knight of the Round Table, and you must have mastered other skills. ”

The Inquisitor asked again.

"The Knights of the Round Table are mortals, and I'm just a little more sophisticated than you. Ramov sneered: "We can't kill it, but we can use its destructive power to our advantage." ”

The Spiral City was getting farther and farther away, and even its silhouette had disappeared into the sand.

If it weren't for the annoying sand waves, he might have been about to ask about the peculiar smell of the sea. Once again, Ramov lamented that if no one always deliberately provoked disputes, the beautiful West Island would be very suitable for field sketching.

The Judgment finally realized the direction in which they had fled—the seaside.

Before the sandstorm fell, the Iron Cavalry of the Byron Empire had landed on the West Island and set up a temporary stronghold on the beach defenses...... It's hard to believe that Master Ramov has thought about it from the very beginning, even when facing such an oppressive enemy, he is thinking about the whole battle situation!

"Don't think about anything, go through this sandstorm. ”

Ramov held his breath and leaped forward.

Almost at the same moment, the quicksand that had submerged into the ground leaped into the air, and all its attention was focused on Ramov, not even noticing the stronghold that the Byron Imperial Iron Riders had just set up. The sharp tail pincers cut the entire stronghold into several sections, and the land that had lost its support point instantly sank into the sea, and the unexpected Byron Imperial soldiers were swallowed up by the waves before they could react.

Running on the line, Ramov was so calm that he didn't have time to turn his head and observe the distance between the quicksand and them and work out a sound tactical plan.

As he said, as long as you avoid the fatal bite, the quicksand is not to be feared, but once bitten, even the knight of the round table will die instantly.

"Bang-"

With two soft sounds, Ramov and the Inquisitor staggered out of the sandstorm's range, and before they could stabilize their figures, the quicksand followed, its sharp teeth were only a few meters away from the two of them, and the Inquisitor felt as if his heart had stopped beating, and he could clearly see the eight terrifying black eyes of the quicksand.

The giant jaw closed, and the strong wind set off threw the two out of a short distance.

Then, the behemoth fell into the sea and set off several huge waves that were several meters high.

The water took them all over, but the Inquisitors had the joy of the rest of their lives.

"Master Ramov, we made it!" he eagerly passed the news to the other party.

"No, the real trouble is coming. ”

There was silence for a long time before Ramov responded to him.

The good news is that monster scholars say that quicksand has little combat power in the sea.

The bad news is that four Chaos Cult cadres with outstanding naval combat capabilities are staring at him from the main ship.