"That's it for Hamis!?"

There were a lot of people gathered in the dark room. They were either dressed in burqas or hidden in the dark.

"Have you witnessed their defeat?" asked a majestic voice, "File, answer me." ”

"Yes, yes, Lord Reef," said one of the attackers who had been following Hamis, and the file that had fled when he saw the defeat of his companion stood alone in the middle of the crowd, "only, it's just that Hamis is not sure if he was killed, and the nocturnal is indeed dead." ”

Many sneaky figures stood up one after another. Some of them stared out the window indifferently, while others no longer carefully concealed themselves but shouted and cursed. Although they were dressed simply, they were physically strong and had a fierce look in their eyes.

The abandoned greenhouse has many small holes and broken windows leading to the outside, and these figures are vigilant against the people around them, and they do not forget to keep an eye on the traces outside the house.

There was silence outside, except for a flicker of shadows that looked like birds or bats.

The group seemed to discuss for a moment, and then several people approached each other.

One of them, known as "Reef", holds a heavy shield in his left hand and a two-handed sword behind his back.

The men who followed him were very misfitted, one carrying a hammer, and the other carrying a repairman's wrench, which I don't know from which grocery store. The others also had their own weapons and watched cautiously. They all kept a certain distance from each other, and were quite cautious and vigilant.

"The loss of Khamis is heart-wrenching, but not enough to thwart the will of the Creator," Reef said with irresistible majesty, "I am not in favor of continuing to attack the official Extraordinary, who has never given us a similar oracle. Hamis would put us all at risk. ”

"But it's already happened," said a man dressed as a wizard with his hands in his hands, and he was surrounded by several followers, "if Khamis hadn't died, he might have confided our message under official interrogation, and it would no longer be safe here." ”

"I have begun to arrange for the coming of a powerful apostle. The future foreseen by the madman is unstoppable," a warlock shrouded in darkness stroked the crystal ball in his hand, "We only need to worry about our own safety. From now on, I will act alone until the moment of the oracle comes. ”

"Jörgen, I disagree," Reef takes a step forward, "dispersed means more unpredictable factors. Traitors will divulge their divine will to the Indigenous strong. His Excellency Meditius must have agreed with me. ”

"Yes, Jorgen," Meditius said lightly, dressed as a wizard, "and the consequences of disobeying the oracle will make the trajectory of fate even more unfathomable. Just as Khamis recklessly challenged the aboriginal powerhouses,

"His target, Griffith Blanton, seems to be only Sequence 8, and many of you present must have thought that they would be able to kill him through sneak attacks and sieges after receiving the gift of the Creator. But have you ever wondered if the killing of the Indigenous Extraordinaires, including Him, would help to carry out the will of the Creator when the predestined day came, and why did the oracle not direct us on such a path to remove all obstacles beforehand?

"No, it won't be that simple, we don't know what hole cards these aboriginal extraordinaries have, and what kind of existence is hidden behind them. And, if there were a great deal of casualties to the Indigenous Extraordinaires now, wouldn't the Bayeran side be alarmed, and what we were about to face might be hordes of Sequence 7, or even the Transcendental.

"We are not tasked with killing the Indigenous Extraordinary, and even if the final battle is inevitable, our mission is not to kill him now. ”

The room was quiet for a few seconds.

Some people are nodding, others are full of disdain.

A man with a masked face and a dagger leaned against the wall, his cold gaze swept over everyone present one by one: "It's all an excuse for timidity. Meditius, if you can't stand the pressure of the team leader, I, Lord Traveler's loyal servant, the Hidden Thorn, can take your place. ”

"That's right!"

As soon as the man named Hidden Thorn finished speaking, two thug-like men armed with clubs and chains began to clamor up.

"Be quiet, you fools!" snapped a very pretty young woman in the crowd, "according to His Excellency Meditius's interpretation of the Oracle of the Creator, we should avoid contact with Griffith's apprentice knight and others as much as possible, let alone provoke or attack him.

"As for you, Hidden Thorn, you don't even dare to challenge the position of the captured Hamis, and what qualifications do you have to covet the position of Your Excellency Meditius. ”

"Miss Phil is right," agreed the other strong man, "if I had to do it now, I'd rather attack the city guards and arm myself with the city's weapons and equipment." Although the harvest is not much, it is better than directly targeting the strong people of the antigen dwellers. ”

The stinger who was refuted couldn't listen anymore, and two daggers with flashing black glow appeared in his hands, and his eyes stared at the strong man coldly: "Maniac, the aboriginal powerhouse you mentioned is just a sequence 8. Miss Phil, didn't your scouting make sure that he didn't have the ability to cast spells? Of course, such a weak target doesn't need the creator to make his fate clear! Just kill him with a knife, and you won't dare to shoot any of you, so you can just go to work in the shopping street honestly like a little kid. ”

"Silence. ”

As the words were spoken, a stream of icy air suddenly exploded, and the freezing air rushed to the face, interrupting everyone's quarrel.

"Lord Meditius!"

The two men, who were called Phil and the fanatic, seemed to be loyal fans of Meditius, and they both showed a look of admiration when they saw him make a move.

"Thorn, since we have accepted the oracle, we will naturally move on," Meditius said in a calm tone, "The will of the Creator has not yet been fully revealed, and there is no other will behind this extraordinary being named Griffith. If we encounter him, Lord Reef, will you be able to withstand his attacks?"

Shield Reef, which had led the discussion just now, remained silent, calmly watching everyone arguing. But when Meditius asked him, his momentum suddenly became as majestic as a city wall. The hidden thorn on the side felt this momentum, and actually showed a rather jealous expression.

"No problem, Lord Meditius," Reef held the heavy shield in his hand, "even if Griffith is favored by other beings, there is a limit to what he can carry in his flesh. I can pin him down for at least five minutes, and the defense team is ready for the worst. ”

"Your Excellency Reef, the mission reward given by the Creator will surely make you the chief defense core, and no one can compete with you," Meditius said happily, "then, let's continue to act collectively and wait for the oracle to come." Does anyone have an opinion?"

Most of the people present nodded their heads repeatedly, obviously very convinced by this decision. The others who did not nod their heads, such as the thorns, were silent and did not object.

Seeing that no one was on his side, Jorgen just snorted.

"Very well, Lord Jörgen, Hamis's handling will be left to you," Medisius raised his hand and called the warlock's name, "The Apostle of the Creator will personally carry out this task to complete the ritual of summoning as soon as possible." ”

"No problem, Meditius, I will obey the oracle of the Creator, everything is unstoppable. The warlock nodded yes.

The situation that was about to erupt was eased in this way, and the beautiful Phil said happily, "It's rare for you, Lord Reef, and Lord Jorgen to join forces, and more than twenty followers of the Creator work together. We will succeed. ”

Meditheus didn't speak, just nodded slightly.

"Then, I'll inform the sentinels outside to confirm the situation, and if there is no abnormality, we will move our position. Phil put his finger on his forehead and seemed to enter meditation.

"Let's arrange the formation of the lower class," Meditheus sketched a figure, "with Lord Reef as the core, and the groups are arranged in a circle. Let's go here......"

"Lord Meditius!"

Just as Meditius was assigning the task, Phil suddenly shouted with a pale face: "What's wrong, I can't contact the sentry! He, he's been killed?"

The people in the room exploded at once. Sitting firmly on a wooden crate, Reef stood up, raising a large shield to protect Meditius. Around them, the aura of the thorn and the other people gradually faded, and the sense of presence became very thin.

Everyone else scrambled around with a variety of weapons in a circle.

"Wrench, go take a look," Meditius shouted to a man with a wrench, "Phil, make a mental connection to Wrench." ”

The person who was summoned looked reluctant, but he didn't dare to refuse, so he could only walk outside boldly.

Watching the wrench disappear from view, the rest of the men nervously stood in place, waiting for their leader to give the order to rush out and tear the unknown enemy to shreds, or flee straight into the dark alleys.

They didn't have to wait long for them to be anxious in their nervousness. Phil suddenly spat out a mouthful of blood and fell to the ground with a pale face.

"The wrench was killed, and for a split second," Phil struggled, "I didn't see the attacker's face, he suddenly appeared, and I didn't even have time to break the psychic link." ”

"Your Excellency Reef, we retreat," Meditius put her hand lightly on Reef's shoulder, "Everyone, go." ”

As soon as he gave the order, the others immediately took action. The hunters, who were about to attack, became prey in the blink of an eye.

"What? Are you leaving?"

The cold voice that shook everyone's hearts sounded in the darkness, accompanied by the trilling sound of iron boots crushing the floor and rubble.

Before the slightest taunt could fall, a throwing gun was thrown from a dark corner, and with a single blow it knocked one of the attackers flying, nailing it firmly to the wall behind it.