As the messenger of calamity was crushed to death by Quest outside the walls of the fortress with a "silver bullet attack", the mission given by its creator was finally stillborn.

The original plan of the Calamity Bug Regiment was to use this giant composed of decay and corpses to break through the fortress defenses of Quest, open the worm door inside the defensive position, and cooperate with the demon army that has been assembled to form an internal and external attack.

With the fall of the Calamity, the Worm Gate was forced to close, and the worms that formed the massive porch structure disintegrated once again and reunited in the form of a mass of Calamity.

"Is this guy the Calamity Bug Regiment?" A constructed armor that was standing in the distance, originally following the attack of the Calamity Messenger, suddenly came up near the newly reorganized Worm Regiment.

The Armor of Terror, a high-level construct that costs far more than ordinary activated constructs.

Unlike golems, these animated constructs are not extremely sturdy bodies made of material materials such as clay or steel, they look more like ornate armor that can walk freely.

The empty part of the armor is made up of ritual circles carved by the maker or directly instilled with spell power, making it usually immune to four specific spells, or using some spell-like abilities.

Anyone who thinks this construct is "crispy" because of this will surely realize that they are so wrong when they start working on it.

Not only does the Terror Armor have the physical power of a High Golem, but some of the best-forged creations can understand the commands of their creators and flexibly use their unique spell-like abilities to fight.

With the Core Amulet in hand, the owner of the Terror Armor can easily control the actions of this animated construct, so they are always used as personal bodyguards by the casters who are well-versed in the mysteries but are not diligent and physically weak.

At this time, the talisman of the half-lich, the terrifying armored bodyguard, is in the hands of his new "employer" Quest - which is one of the reasonable explanations for the contract - and the contracted person needs to cooperate with the employer's service requirements in many ways, such as "temporarily" lending some "non-essential" personal items.

"Who are you?"

"What the hell are you?"

"The lich from before?"

......

The Calamity Bugs responded to the words that came out of the Terror Armor with a variety of words, along with a "slime orb" with a diameter of an adult human.

"Puns" are their habitual tricks.

Once the "slime orb" is touched, it will quickly solidify, and if the gaps in the armor of the Terror Armor are filled with this slime, it is likely that its mobility will be limited.

It's just that playing tricks when talking is not only a skill unique to the Calamity Bugs. The "slime orb" had just glued to the "Terror Armor", and the latter's body burst like a soap bubble.

Advanced Mirroring - An illusionary spell that aesthetically mimics the caster's speech and demeanor, and can fool even creatures with constant Eyes of Knowledge.

Realizing that they had been deceived, the Calamity Bugs instinctively dodged the possible blow, but how could the enemy, who had already seized the initiative, let this idea come true?

A longsword with jagged teeth pierced the void and embedded deep into the worms' bodies.

"You ......" The Calamity Bugs wanted to mock this kind of attack that should have been ineffective because of their special body. But before the words could begin, they were quickly blocked by the effect of the spell.

A large amount of amber slurry erupted from the counterweight ball of the Jagged Longsword, quickly covering the wriggling body of the Calamity. Under the spell effect attached to the long sword, the Worm Regiment's many attempts to take out the sword were in vain.

Three hundred years of life trapped in the Acid Mist Canyon plane made the former lich, now the half-lich Snead, extremely familiar with the original Tanari demons of this plane.

Whether it was out of the necessity of researching a way out of trouble, or simply out of hatred and disgust for worms, it led to the invention of some spells specifically for acid mist worms.

The "Sneijder Worm Specimen Making Spell" is one of them.

As a special spell to deal with the Acid Mist Worm Evolution Calamity Bug Mass, in addition to the two effects of "Species Target Powerful Immobilization" and "Waxy Amber Seal", this spell also fills the internal gap of the Worm Mass with a high concentration of osmotic liquid - a large amount of water is squeezed out of the Calamity Insect Group, and its body fluid makes the waxy amber dipped in a deep green color.

The horrific armor that caused all this, or the man behind it, grabbed the handle of the serrated sword that had been sprayed clean, and pulled it away from the Calambulation that had been made into specimens by spell.

"It seems that this monster is still underestimated, Sneijder, your specimen spell capture effect is still a little unsatisfactory. ”

The terrifying armor simulated the words and deeds of the manipulator at this time, and even the movement of turning his head was vividly imitated. At this time, although the insect mass in the wax-sealed amber specimen was difficult to move, it still had the strength to curse and struggle.

As if he had received some answer, the helmet nodded slightly, and then took out other means to supplement it as a follow-up-

"The Needle of Depletion and Imprisonment", the Terror Armor plucked an inconspicuous spike from its armor and filled it into the gap left by the "Specimen" wax seal due to the drawing of the serrated sword.

The spikes were tightly embedded in it, and the solidified enchantment effect took effect instantly, and a ripple of depleted power wiped out the remaining strength of the Calamity Insect group, and even the spell-like means that had been secretly prepared were dispelled by deep exhaustion.

Attacking inside and outside, the original intention of this calamity insect group was realized in another form on itself.

At this moment, a team of Batzu Devils composed entirely of bone demons teleported around the Calamity Bug Specimens.

This high-level demon of the Acid Mist Worm type, whether it is used for its own research or later handed over to the Batzu Devil Bureaucracy with an extremely long and hard-to-remember name in exchange for a reward, is a good choice, so it can't be wasted here.

......

The lucky ones die directly, and the unfortunate ones are half-dead.

This is a phrase lamented by a troubadour who spent some days in this heterogeneous mercenary fortress, and many agreed.

The troubadour was lucky enough to be able to stand in the way of the first wave of demons and undead who had just been slain from the tunnels, so he was killed with ease, while the rest of the defenders had been struggling for a long time.

With the Calamity Messenger slain and the Calamity Bug Mass being made into specimens, the people of the fortress were given a hard-earned respite.

The Bone Demons, who were the heralds, informed the captains of each squad that there would be only one hourglass at most, and then the demon army would return, so most of the defenders who survived the catastrophe chose to take turns taking a nap in the rest area of the defensive position.

"Those sub-mages can't be more careful......"

A soldier who carried a wounded man with a missing arm or leg to a medical camp for treatment without anesthesia and sutures ripped off the "pig's nose" mask he wore on his face as soon as he returned to the rest area.

It seemed that this kind of half-covered mask that the mages and craftsmen hastily made to protect the pungent acid mist of the "Acid Mist Canyon" plane before the war started, and his nose was cuffed, and the soldier couldn't help but complain.

The "broom eyebrow" boss next to him with his back against the wall couldn't help but let out an imperceptible sneer when he heard the soldier's complaints.

"It's just cannon fodder in the devil's barracks, what is there to complain about. Have the guts to be like the stupid audacity that was slowly killed by the acid mist before, and it won't be over if you throw that thing aside......"

Dalton didn't suffer from the pain of strangling his nose — he didn't have that kind of gas mask because he had a better option — a well-made, expensive enchanted mask that fits the contours of his face.

Of course, like the soldier, he took off his enchanted mask and breathed heavily in the clean air filtered by the circle in the rest area.

In fact, this is true of the vast majority of heterotopic mercenaries who take a break in the rest area.

didn't like his own surviving little brothers in the stormtroopers, who were exhausted and hurried to lie down and fall asleep as soon as they entered the rest area. The "broom eyebrow" boss is far from exhausted at this time, and he still retains enough energy.

He leaned against the wall and squinted slightly, taking a break while secretly observing the rest of his colleagues. This is his habit, where to weigh first, to find out enough people.

After all, in this fortress, he was fighting against the demon army, not the world where the two armies were fighting like rookies pecking each other before he "went to hell".

A bright-headed Dalton realizes that he can only survive this war by teaming up with the good guys under him, and he doesn't want to be dragged to death by his pig teammates one day.

Finally, the "broom eyebrows" boss who has been pretending to rest and is actually quietly observing and analyzing has found a team candidate who looks very good.

It's a somewhat familiar stranger.

He was armed only with a standard semi-stamped cuirass and a round shield issued by the Batzu devils, lined with a sleeveless coarse linen burqa, and sat barefoot cross-legged against the wall, a "scarred" sword resting quietly on his knees, and the "pig's mouth" gas mask he had taken off was casually thrown aside.

It was a young man who looked to be in his early twenties, and his beard was still covered with stubble, so there was no way to completely hide the tattoos on his face. Although his face was quite clear, he was quite tall, and even if he sat cross-legged on the floor, Dalton estimated that his sitting height would be at least four feet.

The shape of his muscles exposed on the outer arms of his burqa suggests that he has undergone a long period of professional training in swordsmanship or other weapon combat. Barefoot, on the other hand, is likely to be a criminal who will be punished.

And it was this man, the sword and shield warrior who seemed to have been tortured by ink, that made Dalton feel special—both strange and familiar.

Speaking of strangeness, the Batzu Devil's Alien Mercenary Camp is home to soldiers from all corners of the multiverse, and it's not uncommon for the most vicious or perverted sinners to be. Including the gnoll priest who was killed by Dalton before, he has seen a lot of all kinds of scum.

Even if he just sniffed it lightly, he could discern the smell that belonged to those guys. But this young man was different, and although his bright eyes sometimes reflected the light of painful bewilderment, an old man of insight like Dalton could still see the conscience and compassion hidden within.

Speaking of familiarity, the gaze of this sword and shield warrior is so familiar. Helpless, depressed, incomprehensible, all kinds of emotions suppress their conscience nature, always in self-doubt, always trying to seek a path of spiritual liberation.

It reminded Dalton of a man, someone he knew perfectly.

"It's really similar to that kid, maybe he's a holy warrior too, well, it looks like he's just a former holy warrior. ”