As Cheese and Wei Ya see the move and move closer to the monster, as spectators of the battle, both Lolo and Yuni beside her have a strong sense of unreality. They were obviously here, whether it was a gray robe or a female mage, they were still talking to themselves a few minutes ago, and they could touch each other as long as they stretched out their hands.

But now, against the backdrop of the black rain in the sky and the huge monsters in the distance, the backs of those two men are more like legendary figures depicted in murals or other painting mediums. The world isn't that old-fashioned, but even dragons seem too reasonable in a scenario like this.

The end of the adventure shouldn't be something like this, it should be a treasure chest, an old man, a doctrine and a revelation, and what about the thing in front of you? Luo Luo didn't see the value of defeating it, it was like a completely unreasonable charge, lifting the spear at the windmill, and getting nothing but to break his head and bleed.

The caster is the most rational being, and everything they do has a clear purpose, which makes people wonder what Cheese is doing now? Does protecting Rushing have any necessary significance to the gray robe? Not to mention, although the monster in front of him is extremely powerful, with the power of Rushing Stream, it may not be its opponent.

What was he after?Mai Matsuri had to think about it, as a member of the summoned group, she shouldn't have asked too much, but the scene in front of her forced her to think, forced her to imagine what was driving Cheese to rush towards the monster without fear or even in high spirits. Was there something wrong with him? A disturbing conjecture popped into her mind.

It is said that vampire hunters are destined to die at the hands of some cunning vampire, and second, to become the next new vampire. It is very dangerous to pursue something without a purpose, and the achievement of the goal can bring about a halt, and blind deepening can make oneself a part of the thing being explored.

There were so many examples of this that she couldn't help but worry that in a few years she would hear about the catastrophe caused by the gray robe somewhere. But there was also a problem with this hunch, how could she be sure that they would win here?

The battle wasn't quite right, Wei Ya couldn't say anything was wrong, but she just felt this way, and everything seemed too reasonable. Things weren't supposed to be so reasonable, they were at war with something unheard of, and the opponent's means, power, and methods of dealing with it were unknown. This should have made the battle difficult and full of sacrifices.

She had expected to be in her current condition, with at least a few injuries and even irreparable physical disabilities. But see, she's intact, and apart from two spell casts that don't cost much, she's even regained her form, thanks to the magic that comes out of the cheese that nourishes the mages who walk on this dry land.

The soldiers will block, and the water will cover the earth. Cheese performed these eight words in the continuous attack and defense during this time, and the offensive launched by the Evil God Heir was easily defused by him one by one.

It's too simple. The gray robe walked on the white sand, his eyes were a little dazed, recalling the battle of Tianmu, the terrible evil god was so desperate, and on the other hand, his heir's attack could not be described as deadly, but so far it was still a little, regular.

"Ambush. Cheese said this suddenly, and then reached out to hold the outstretched arm of Wei Ya, who was holding the spell. The light in his eyes swirled, like something else in a human shell,

"Don't resist me. ”

The mage was stunned for a moment, then she felt a wave of magic want to enter her spell casting process. As the initiator of this spell, she instinctively wanted to resist the force that disrupted her casting, and the loss of control of the spell would have serious consequences, at least the price of an arm for her.

But Cheese's words caused her to stop immediately, and this brief hesitation gave the magic an opportunity, and before Wei Ya could really decide whether to give up the resistance, she was surprised to find that the spell in front of her was no longer completely under her control. It was rapidly transforming and transforming in the perception of magic, from a spell she knew so well to something new she couldn't keep up with.

The sand shields strung together by velvet threads parted in all directions, and the thin threads that adhered to the sand grains turned into long whips and slammed into a place of sand. The ground trembled slightly, the last echo of something that had been hidden in it being buried forever under the white sand. However, this did not prevent more sand pits from occurring and bringing to the surface of human beings who had long been buried there.

These human bodies are estimated to be the final fate of the disciples who follow this heir here. The back of their heads was pierced by tentacles, and their eyes were devoid of life. Ironically, this fate was very much in line with their hopes, and they would always be one with the gods they worshipped.

Attacks with no new ideas. They hadn't seen any cultists along the way, but when they landed, they encountered moving bones shot out of voodoo spells, and even found hints with obvious human traces on the elemental stone turtles.

There must be someone here, and the final destination of these people is either to flee for their lives, or to wait for an opportunity to sacrifice their lives to attack the team, or, as now, to become nourishment for the growth of monsters.

Cheese had no intention of showing mercy to those who worshipped the worm heirs, and their plight might indeed deserve sympathy, but from the Grey Robe's side, he couldn't think of anything else about the people who helped the evil gods.

It is true that everything is due to fate, and it is no wonder that they met the evil god when they were lost and were bewitched by it, but it was also not to blame him for the boss. There is nothing to do, what can be done, everyone is responsible for themselves, this is the price.

So the gray robe looked at those lifeless eyes, and pulled out the machete from his waist. Regardless of what others thought of the Prairie People's weapons and how they put their emotions on them, the scimitar was more suitable for cheese than other weapons.

It's not long, so it doesn't affect your movement if you can pin it around your waist, and it's not heavy, so it's within the physical range of the gray robe whether you wield it or carry it. This scimitar of the cheese was bought from the rushing market, and it had no origin or anything special. A mediocre weapon, because it only needs to have a mediocre effect.

The tentacles approached the two of them with the corpses, whose limbs moved in an eerie manner under the control of the root system that protruded into the muscles, looking like the puppeteer's props.

The scimitar is a relatively weak weapon, and without the bonus of horse speed, it is not easy to use it to split through the human body. Fortunately, he didn't want to use this knife to cut people in waist, he only needed to break those outstretched hands and feet to make a gap enough for people to pass.

Still no, after fusing with the monster that passed from the sky, it shouldn't be the only one who has this ability. Is it preparing some kind of killer moves, or is it just trying to get into the trap?