Terrifying dark green lightning, heeding Skaven's call, flew out of his fingertips. His goal was clear: to attack the skull-rat swarm, in order to delay the time needed for the newly emerging reinforcements to enter combat form. This was meant to be Scarvin's kindness, but what happened next surprised Skaven.

The group of plasma weavers scattered around the dark naga began to spit out a web of slime. However, they are not trying to attack the skull, but to provide some shelter for the former. When the dark red slime came into contact with the air, it immediately turned into a dark red amber shroud, blocking the "dimensional lightning" emitted by Skaven.

"Betrayer!"

The Plasma Weaver's behavior couldn't have been more obvious, and all the non-members of the Divine Society present understood that the Dark Naga, who was the backbone of the faction, might have been bought. Now that he was in the service of the enemies of the Guild, those plasma weavers he brought with him were not reinforcements at all. The lion demon, who was still settling with the skull rat and was unrelenting, also woke up now. His round dark eyes stared at the dark Naga, "The elder is right, when the situation is chaotic, rebellion will emerge on its own. ”

The lion demon still maintained his usual loud voice, so that not only the dark Naga, but even the shapeshifters and Quis who were enclosed in the dark passage could hear his words clearly. "Things are getting more and more troublesome," muttered the shapeshifter leaning against the wall, "it was enough of a headache to be stuck here, and now it's something else." Thinking of the report that he would definitely be asked to write and the loyalty test he would be asked to undertake, the shapeshifter couldn't help but feel a little upset.

"Hiss, Turns' kitten," Dark Naga replied with a letter spitting out the lion demon's words, "you don't know what you're talking about. I'm not like you, and since I've never been loyal, what's the point of betrayal? Why can those old fellows enjoy Qionglou Yuyu while I can only live on rubble? I'm just a good employer for myself, and at the same time I'm just on the orders of the new boss to come and receive some guests. ”

No matter how justified he may say, a betrayal is a betrayal. Coupled with the sentence "Turns's little kitten", it made the lion demon thunderous. The sturdy wraith immediately locked onto the new foe and lunged at the Dark Naga. And at the moment of leaping up, the lion demon suddenly used the demon's innate advanced teleportation ability. He easily stepped over the spatial barrier and appeared behind the Dark Naga, picking up his sharp claws and slapping them at the ugly head.

"Poof"......

The lion demon's claws slashed across his head, but there was no scene of flesh flying, just a cloud of green smoke. It turned out that just when he was talking about that tirade, the Dark Naga used the "Displacement Technique" and the "Silent Phantom" to make his true body and the summoned phantom switch places.

"Kill him!"

Before the toes hit the ground, at the command of the dark Naga, the plasma weavers all spewed out the viscous liquid that had been prepared for a long time at the lion demon. These dark red plasma mixtures pierced the demon spirits in a half-vacated state like sharp swords. After ejecting from the plasma weaver's mouthparts, the mixture begins to harden as soon as it encounters air, becoming stronger than Vajra.

"Dusty Fur!"

Shaking his body suddenly, as if he had been clever, a large amount of dust came out of the lion demon's body. It's another of his natural abilities. Due to their coarse hair, the lion demons that survive in the Doomsday Wasteland can produce and collect large amounts of dust and sand on weekdays. When fighting, he can provide shelter for himself by shaking his body and creating a cloud of dust that covers his entire body.

In addition to obstructing the enemy's view, this dust cloud can also resist some piercing and slashing damage, and only a blunt blow can directly damage the lion demon's body regardless of the dust cloud. Therefore, even if it was attacked like a crossbow shooting, this demon spirit only suffered a little abrasion, and there was a slight amount of color, and it was not a big deal.

As for the paralyzing effect in the plasma mixture, it doesn't have much effect on the demon spirits who are immune to toxins. The lion demon shook his head, and the groggy feeling cleared from his mind. "Short worm," roared the lion in anger, "you have succeeded in provoking me! I will peel off your skin, pull out your tendons, and make you into a plate of roasted snakes!"

"What is this!" Skaven felt a little headache at himself. The new reinforcements turned into rebellions, and their unreliable deputy fought with them again. The skull-skulls that really needed to be watched out for were now just himself and a few wounded Tieflin warriors—there were a few orc patrols, but they had all fallen in the swarm—to deal with.

Picking up his beloved "fang" lever rifle, the Rat King shoots while finding cover to hide. Although they are not familiar with the Dark Naga, the "group consciousness" of the Skullrats is still much smarter than that of the Lion Demon, and after judging that the Dark Naga is not a threat, they immediately began to concentrate their strength and constantly attack the encirclement set by Skaven.

Although the level of various spells is not high, due to the calculation ability of "group consciousness", they can have unexpected results every time they are issued. This couldn't help but make Skaven, who was not the right one, feel the pressure surge, "The 'group consciousness' of the rat pack is comparable to that of the most seasoned spellcaster, I can't go on with them, I have to ......"

“...... Run!"

An instinctive premonition of crisis saved his life. The moment he felt the hairs stand on end, Skaven didn't think about anything, turned around and immediately ran out in the direction behind him. Just a dozen yards away, the terrible shells completely covered the ground on which he had previously stood. The air wave caused by the explosion directly swept it away, but fortunately it was further away from the point of impact.

"Hell Roar?!"

Staying in the dark tunnel, Quest saw a scene that was familiar to him through his arcane eyes and psychic vision: cannonballs with flames flew from a distance, enveloping the power of Pei Mo Nengyu, covering both the skulls and the dark naga. Judging by Quith, at least thirty hell roars had just opened fire at the same time, apparently calculating to kill the rebels and infiltrators in one fell swoop. At the same time, the Lion Demon and Skaven are obviously used as cannon fodder.

"It's really a cannon shot...... Mouse," shook off the dirt off his shoulders, and Quith shrugged his shoulders, "worthy of being the cub of the Devil of Batzu, and he knows very well that 'art is Patrick'." ”

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