At this moment, an illusory but sharp cry rang out from the sarcophagus, a thick black mist diffused from the cracks in the sarcophagus, and the temperature of the entire transit hall began to drop rapidly, and even ice crystals faintly precipitated, which was dry ice condensed by the tide.

At the same time, the black mist that diffused quickly converged in front of the group, as if a living substance was wriggling in the air, and soon turned into a tall figure shrouded in black armor.

This is one of the abilities of the Sequence 3 Soul Emissary: the Ancient Warspirit, a special Warspirit cleansed by the dark and controlled by force.

"You disturbed the slumber of the ancestors! It must be repaid with soul and flesh and blood! The ancient war spirit first twisted its lower body slightly stiffly, making a strange creaking sound, but soon, it became familiar with this armor, and rushed in front of one of the Sequence 6 transcendents with a single arrow step, and the big sword in its hand black flame soared into the air, with the sound of the harsh wind, slashing heavily from top to bottom.

The sudden change of events made the young man who had been attacked a little flustered, but he was worthy of being a Sequence 6 transcendent, and after only half a second of hesitation, he suddenly opened his mouth and let out a strange sound like a crying grave, this strange sound turned into a sound wave and vibrated in all directions, and the air exploded continuously like firecrackers.

Sequence 6: One of the abilities of the Weeping Mage: Soul Wailing.

However, the ancient battle spirit didn't seem to feel anything, and the big sword in his hand still slashed through the young man's body.

With a pop, the young man's body was instantly cut in half, and the black flames burned, and then began to precipitate a condensation of transcendent characteristics unique to transcendentals.

Then, the remnants of the ancient battle spirit continued unabated, and once again a diagonal leap, and another one hundred and eighty degrees of powerful sweeping at the two transcendents.

These two consecutive movements are very concise, powerful, and fast, and from a simple breakdown, these actions are even very ordinary, without any unusualness, but the movements of this ancient war spirit are too fast, yes, they are too fast, almost without giving the people present a chance to wink, one of their companions has been killed, and two more are in the moment of life and death.

Sherlock, who saw this scene from a distance, was so nervous that he almost couldn't help but want to make a move.

It's not that he wants to help these people, it's mainly that one of the two people that the ancient war spirit swept away is the only woman he has seen so far.

When he didn't know who Jesus meant by "woman," he couldn't sit idly by and watch the only woman die before his eyes.

However, he reacts quickly, and someone reacts faster than him, and that is the only Sequence 5 in this line.

"Get out of here!"

"Furious Battle!"

The moment this Sequence 5 reacted, he roared, and then the black robe on his body instantly exploded into countless pieces, and at the same time, his entire body burst into golden light.

Visible to the naked eye, this is a muscular middle-aged man, and the fine and dense tattoos on the surface of his body are like spider web threads, which begin to flow with a golden luster.

At this moment, the middle-aged man's eyes were red, and the muscles of his body bulged like balloons, and at the same time, he crossed his hands, clasped the great sword of the ancient war spirit, and then kicked the ancient war spirit back four or five steps away.

"Captain!"

At this time, a man and a woman who buried one foot in the Netherworld and were then forcibly pulled back turned pale, and took out their respective seals in a panic.

However, the dark finger, who had been silent, waved his hand to stop the group's movements, and at the same time stopped the middle-aged man who was about to rush forward.

"Don't rush!"

At this moment, the Dark Finger said in a low tone: "The source of life of the ancient war spirit comes from the body that controls it, even if you destroy it ten thousand times, it will still come back from the dead, and there is no point in entangling with it." ”

Then why the fuck didn't you say it earlier!?

The middle-aged man's face was ugly, and he almost couldn't help but roar, but in the end, he didn't know what he thought, so he just whispered in a dull voice: "Yes, Lord Holy Finger." ”

Although Darkfinger is not his immediate boss, since it has been decided that Darkfinger will lead this operation, then they have only the right to obey orders, as for the brother who has just died tragically......

With a hint of sadness in his eyes, he took out the Mithril box and took in the half-cut fingers on the ground.

In any case, if a person dies like a lamp going out, all he can do is to hand over his brother's extraordinary characteristics condensation to the other party's family, which is not a sacrifice in vain.

The other four people's faces turned even paler when they heard the explanation of the dark finger, and even the only woman trembled her legs, looking nervously at the ancient war spirit in the distance.

Originally, there was no her in this operation, but because the last group was wiped out, she was transferred from other groups, but she didn't expect to encounter such a terrible monster in the first operation.

Since an ancient war spirit is so terrifying, how can there be only one in this underground mausoleum?

Moreover, how terrifying should the owner of this ancient war spirit be?

Thinking of this, she suddenly understood why the above had decided to send a Holy Finger to deal with it personally, this was obviously not a big operation that these team members could handle alone.

Sherlock, who had been catting in the distance, breathed a sigh of relief at this time, after all, as long as it was not this woman who died, everyone else would be dead, and he would not have the slightest worry.

It's just that the words of the Dark Finger made him feel a little worried, because if the Dark Finger didn't tell a lie, then even he would be helpless against this ancient war spirit.

At this time, the middle-aged man in Sequence 5 couldn't help but say, "Lord Saint Finger, what are we going to do?" ”

"What should I do?"

A strange glow flashed in the Dark Finger's gaze, and he whispered, "You join forces to hold it down, and I'll cast a forbidden magic to seal it, huh..... Drag it out for as long as you can. ”

"Yes, sir."

Seeing that the task assigned to them by the darkness was only to drag down this ancient war spirit, not only the middle-aged man, but everyone else was also secretly relieved.

After all, judging from the way the ancient battle spirit attacked just now, although the opponent's strength and speed were very perverted, if it was just delayed, they still had this confidence.

So, the four of them glanced at each other, and they all yelled and began to attack.

First of all, the strongest middle-aged man, he roared "Wild Battle" again, and then the muscles of the whole person swelled again, and the surface of his body flowed with a golden luster, like a golden stone statue rushing towards the ancient war spirit.

meantime

The only woman was pale and raised the small green bow in her hand, accompanied by an ancient poem like a spell slowly sounded in the corridor, the bow and arrow in her hand suddenly flashed with yellow light, and the light condensed into an arrow in a short time, and then swept towards the ancient war spirit like a meteor.

Some people died, but not completely......