The weather has changed.

With the cathedral as the center, the area of nearly a kilometer is dimmed by the dazzling emerald greenery.

The trees have lost their original colours.

Peace and beauty on the land, continuous beams of light are recycled.

Only a few tens of seconds passed from daylight to darkness.

Layers of black clouds seeped out from behind the clear sky, like dirt. Staining the entire sky, the purple-black clouds twisted into strange shapes, fangs and claws, unsettling.

Dirty changes too quickly.

The dirt blackened the bright sun, and the darkness rushed all the way, passing through the high slopes, fields, and forests, and the countless verdant landscapes turned into gloom, and the cold smell followed by the shadows that spread across the entire monastery gate.

Naturally.

The wind howls and the temperature drops.

Everything is back to the moment when darkness shrouded it, only this time it was more severe.

Click, click.

The solid gate was struck hard by the cold wind, shivering slightly, and spreading hoarfrost visible to the naked eye.

It was as if a demon was knocking on the door, and the cold marks kept invading behind the door.

The canons of mankind often mention this sentence: The coming of darkness is always accompanied by evil, pain, and cold.

Now it seems that this is indeed the case.

At the same time, the professionals in the outer cloisters, although they could not witness the discoloration of the heavens and the earth, knew that their situation was very bad.

"We're Camp Rog professionals."

This sentence is an explanation and a warning.

For those who are also professionals, it is a gesture of friendship, but for the degenerate, it is tantamount to a demonstration.

The tall red figure remained unmoved, moving in the same direction at a somewhat slow pace, and the footsteps were loud.

He didn't speak, he just walked on his own.

It was as if I didn't see a few bone warriors blocking the road.

Amber Merois on the steps glanced at the red figure and saw that the mysterious voice was not moving, so she naturally gave the necromancer a look.

There is no reason for these professionals to be afraid, although the other party is mysterious and powerful, there is only one person.

It is worth mentioning that in the contest between humans and humans, if it is not for the large gap in strength, the side with the largest number will be much more confident.

"Canduran?!"

The necromancer understood, his eyes under the white hair were sharp, and he shouted as he waved his staff again.

Three "spears of white bones" shot out, slicing through the pale blue traces, easily blasting the path in front of the red figure, and the broken stones splashed all over him.

Gurgling, all the stones rolled to the ground, and the red figure's footsteps finally stopped in front of the smoking pit.

"Is that ......?"

The necromancer's eyes froze, and he himself didn't expect the other party to stop like this.

I thought it would be more stubborn.

The surroundings fell silent for a moment.

The red shadow in the professional's field of vision begins to change.

The faint red light slowly retracted, revealing a bright armor, and the red lines clinged to it, from the eagle helmet to the scale armor, and spread to the heel of the hideous boot armor, fierce and mighty.

Tiny cracks spread from under his feet.

A heavy gaze spilled out of the shadows of the Dark Helmet, giving a cold, suffocating sense of oppression.

The undoubted barbarian posture, whether it was the fierce momentum or the dark gold greatsword behind him, showed this.

What disturbed the Barbarian professionals not far away the most was that none of the equipment that the mysterious Barbarian was wearing at the moment had ever seen.

Where did all this dark gold equipment come from?

But soon, the barbarian's actions stunned everyone.

He slowly raised his right hand, the dark gold glove shining slightly, and then grasped the hilt of the greatsword and drew it with ease.

The necromancer opened his mouth, and his companions behind him prepared to act.

The next moment.

The picture suddenly froze, and the unthinkable happened.

The half-drawn blade vanished.

The remaining surging red light like a huge wave crossed the giant pit with an extremely ferocious attitude, sweeping away the few bone warriors who stood in the way like a fallen leaf.

The big waves covered it.

The white bones as precise as iron shattered into pieces, the soul fire was extinguished in the blink of an eye, and in the countless scattered bone fragments, the cold light rushed by unabated.

unimaginably fast.

Bang bang!!

The greatsword sank into the ground and rushed forward.

The terrifying crack tore through the nearby two-meter stone brick floor, and the invincible red light was unstoppable, slashing at the necromancer's staff in the rain of rocks.

The sturdy staff snapped in response, the crisp sound recalling the sound of prayer on a beautiful day.

The colors are constantly changing.

Everything has become incredibly slow.

“...”

The necromancer's pupils shrank, staring at the barbarian in front of him, his vision filled with cold light.

It was an oncoming greatsword, simple and brutal.

Poof.

Fragments of blood burst out, staining five large stone bricks red, and among the summons around the professional, some of the white bone warriors automatically scattered in the next moment, scattering into skeletons that rolled to the ground.

They were supposed to be necromantic warriors with masters.

There was a gurgling, and a few bones were rolling, much like the sound of stones rolling down earlier.

With a kick that shattered the bones that happened to roll to his feet, and remained indifferent, the red-armored barbarian who stopped his extreme speed continued to walk forward.

This time he wasn't that fast.

The slender body of the giant sword swept away the blood on it and dripped to the ground.

It's as simple as swatting a fly to death.

This disparity is unacceptable.

At this moment, the vast majority of professionals have not yet recovered from the shock of the red light and the blood explosion.

Their consciousness is in a state of flux.

The powerful necromancer of Lv17 can easily deal with the blue boss of Lv15, and even against the super professional of Lv20 for a while.

How did it turn into a splash of blood?

Why didn't the equipment on his body, his belief in a hundred battles, his high resistance, and his talent selected by the Hradim system not show up in the slightest?

What's going on?

"Despicable degenerate! I curse you! ”

The nearest savage roared, the muscles next to his jaw bulging and spitting, "You damn it! Damn it! Take refuge in the cowardice of darkness..."

The angry voice woke up a group of professionals, but they were afraid of the incredible strength of the red-armored barbarians, and they did not dare to act rashly.

"Tomus! Wait a minute! ”

Several Amazons widened their eyes to stop the mad barbarians.

But the latter was unheard of, and only the figure of the red-armored barbarian was reflected in his furious red eyes.

Not only did he roar like thunder, but he swung his two broadswords extremely quickly, and the precise battle cry and the connection of the jump slash smashed the stone bricks on the ground, crashing into the side of the red-armored barbarian like a whirlwind.

This move already has the prototype of Lv30's Barbarian ultimate skill "Whirlwind of Death", and its power can be imagined.

The winds shook the bricks, and the barbarian sparked his potential in a fit of intense rage.

But...

Despite its might, the gap in power is also insurmountable.

The red-armored barbarian didn't turn his head, just stared at Amber's figure in the distance, his posture didn't shake, and the giant sword in his hand pressed over.

Boom!!!

The whirlwind was directly shot away and vanished.

The next moment, the body of the giant sword trembled, bursting out with two piercing sparks.

"Ahhhhh!!hh

The mad savage reined with all his strength and roared again.