A large amount of pollution gushed up from the abyss after Morakot pulled the mechanism, and almost instantly, the concentration of spiritual pollution was not low enough to fill the stronghold space of the entire Abyss Sect.

These crazy and frenzied spiritual pollutions immediately seek out the souls of any intelligent beings, burrow into them, and try to distort and destroy these normal souls.

"Ahhh Help, help! ”

"It's so uncomfortable, it's so uncomfortable, help me, I don't want to die yet, please!"

"Don't, close the passage, don't let the abyss continue to release spiritual pollution, uh-uh!"

The first to suffer were naturally those ordinary abyssal cultists who did not yet possess spiritual protective devices, and these pollution from the abyss had no mercy on these "faith" abyss guys, frantically destroying their consciousness and tearing their souls apart with a huge amount of spiritual pollution.

Screaming and begging for mercy, the ordinary Abyss Cultists whose consciousness had been invaded by spiritual pollution immediately lost anything that could be called resistance, and rolled on the ground with their heads in their hands and begged for mercy, tears streaming down their eyes.

Naturally, the members of the Night's Blade, who were fighting or crushing them, chose the white knives to go in and out of the red knives, stabbing the blades through their fragile parts, taking away their fragile lives.

"Die, give me death, you bunches, you want my life? Die to me! Morakot roared hysterically, watching as the mental pollution that burst out of the lever made the scene even more chaotic and disorderly.

I don't know why, when the frenzied spiritual pollution rushed out of the ground, the darkness that covered this place that had been turned by the power of the Night Lady seemed to have been washed away by something, and the whole thing subsided, allowing the place to shine again, and these Abyssal Cultists could also see things.

But it didn't make much sense, the spiritual pollution from the abyss made this group of guys simply not have any ability to focus on the Night Blade in front of them.

The tearing sensation from the soul brought extreme pain and dizziness, making it impossible for these Abyssal Cultists, who were not strong wills at all, to make any decent resistance when invaded by spiritual pollution.

"No... What's going on—" Morakot's screaming voice began to pause, and as the darkness receded, he saw what had been obscured by darkness in front of him.

The Abyssal Cultists collapsed and went crazy under the spiritual pollution, and these Night Blades slaughtered these Abyssal Cultists who had lost their combat effectiveness due to spiritual pollution as if they were not affected.

"Why are they not affected by mental pollution, that's why they dare to attack us?!"

He couldn't control his thoughts and words at all, and the mutters of disbelief came out of his mouth, and he couldn't believe what he was seeing.

"Great Night Lady, please listen to my prayers...", a subtle prayer sounded from the mouths of the members of the Night's Blade, each of them whispering a reverent prayer to the Night Lady as they poured their blades into the bodies of the enemies in front of them.

These prayers are not for the purpose of unleashing the power of divine magic, but only to connect to the tree of the night sky that has changed form because of their believers.

The sound of prayer and the devout heart of faith connect their spirits to the tree of the night sky, building a bridge that can transmit strength and spiritual pollution.

The spiritual pollution in the space searched for anything that could be invaded, and without any discrimination, the small bottles containing the souls of the dead in Morakot's pocket burst and shattered one by one after the spiritual pollution destroyed the souls of the dead inside.

The source of these spiritual contamination was too close to him, and even with the things he had just obtained to provide spiritual protection, he would not be able to sustain it for too long.

On the other hand, these members of the Night's Blade, chanting prayers to the Night Lady, the spiritual pollution that invaded their souls were transmitted to the Night Sky Tree because of the connection to the Night Sky Tree, and were torn apart by the block, diverted, and evenly distributed to every Night Lady's followers.

The amount of spiritual pollution that is enough to shatter the mind is broken down under the huge base of believers to a level that can be completely purified by the human soul, and is eliminated in the spiritual space of individual believers.

"After dealing with these ordinary cultists, the ordinary members of the Night Blade retreated from this space first, the spiritual pollution here is endless, and the pollution from the abyss continues to enter the Night Sky Tree through the Night Blade members present, which is likely to cause pressure on this immature net."

Wang Yu's words were still clearly audible in the chaos of the scene, and Wang Yu, who used the ripples to stuff his words into them, easily reached the ears of every member of the Night's Blade.

Considering that there are many members of the Night's Blade here, they can be used as portals to the Night Sky Tree for Psychic Pollution.

And here is close to the abyss, and the spiritual pollution from the abyss is endless, and it is a prayer communication network that neutralizes the spiritual pollution by diverting the pollution and allowing human beings to naturally purify the spiritual pollution.

This would cause harm to the believers, and Wang Yu chose to avoid this terrible situation by letting these members of the Night Blade evacuate after dealing with the ordinary Abyssal Cultists.

"Yes!"

Immediately answering Wang Yu's request with a uniform password, the members of the Night Blade accelerated the elimination of the Abyssal Cultists who had lost their combat effectiveness in front of them, killing this group of evil Abyss Cultists in a very short period of time, and then quickly evacuated here.

"Gilbert, join me in taking out the leader of that Abyss Sect."

Wang Yu's words reached Gilbert's ears through ripples, and the experienced Night Blade Squad leader nodded, staying behind and pressing Morakot, who was watching vigilantly, with Wang Yu.

Wang Yu was completely unaffected by spiritual pollution, and whenever he entered his spiritual space, the spiritual pollution that passed through the old door frame representing his spiritual hall would disappear directly, and it could not cause any effective harm at all.

And Gilbert, who has a prayer communication network that transmits spiritual pollution to the Night Sky Tree, does not have to worry about the effects of spiritual pollution at all.

Gilbert's long sword swayed, his eyes narrowed slightly, looking for flaws in Morakot's body, this feeling of being surrounded by spiritual pollution without being harmed in any way was strange.

Previously, this was their Nightblade's greatest enemy, and their fighting ability and combat experience and skills were able to easily tear apart their enemies in many cases.

But the spiritual pollution that accompanies it is like maggots that possess bones in the bodies of the slain enemies, accumulating little by little over time, until one day they chisel through their souls, which are much stronger than ordinary people, and crush this group of strong-willed warriors.

Leaving them to go to the Frontier Sanatorium, a terrible place where almost all members of the Retired Night's Blade are bound to go.

But now, with the help of the prayer communication network, these amounts are large enough to hurt their souls on the spot, but they can't harm them at all, they can only be guided away, and then neutralized under the diversion, which is a wonderful feeling, but it is also very good.

"Damn, why don't you be affected and let me be eroded by the abyss!"

Morakot looked at Wang Yu and Gilbert who were approaching, and the alarm from the "danger perception" submerged sounded almost non-stop in the bottom of his heart, these two guys were very dangerous.

No one answered his question, and Wang Yu and Gilbert just pressed closer to Morakot, who was trapped with them in this spiritually polluted space.

Wang Yu's ripples have confirmed the reason why Morakot can continue to operate normally under this mentally polluted environment, and those souls that are constantly dissipating under the mental pollution can be seen at a glance under Wang Yu's observation.

Morakot can't be delayed, the souls he still has are not enough to support him and Wang Yu, and Wang Yu and Gilbert have time.

"No, I have to kill it, I'll only die if I go on like this, first kill that guy who seems to be just a junior official knight, and then fight for his life with that high-level official knight..., maybe I can rush out, no, I will definitely live! I'll be the one who survives! ”

Morakot muttered to himself, his tone became more and more crazy, the protection of spiritual pollution was not perfect, and the broken soul neutralized some spiritual pollution, but a small part of the spiritual pollution would still skip these souls and directly invade Morakot's spirit, which made his spirit go crazy, at a speed that was not too fast.

"Da!" Taking out his usual long scimitar from his back, Morakot rushed directly towards Wang Yu, who was even below the official knight in his eyes, this is a high-quality enchanted weapon, and with his own internal subterfuge, he has cut off the enemy's head more than once...

"I don't know what their inner submersible is, but the danger perception from my inner submerged is not wrong, as long as I follow these information conveyed by the inner submarine, I have a chance!"

In addition to the strength of the flesh and the level of fighting spirit, the decisive factor in the battle between the official knights is the internal dive, and all kinds of internal diving make the battle above the official knight full of suspicion and temptation, and if you are not careful, you are likely to be killed by the internal dive of the official knight whose hard power is weaker than you.

Gilbert quickly moved closer to Wang Yu, it was obvious that he also understood Morakot's intentions, in fact, in Gilbert's eyes, Wang Yu's strength was indeed not very strong, and he didn't think it was a good choice for Wang Yu to stay and face the danger, but Wang Yu's status and kindness made him not refute.

Looking at the enemy rushing in front of him, Wang Yu's gaze was locked on this guy's movements, the ripples had spread out, capturing all the movements of this guy, and the spiritual power and the Book of the Weaver had done a good job of communication, and the blood-burning drive had already been launched to the extreme.

Gilbert is much closer to Wang Yu than Morakot, and he will definitely reach Wang Yu next to Wang Yu before Morakot, so that Morakot will not have any chance to kill Wang Yu alone.

Morakot gritted his teeth, there were few opportunities, he had to seize them, and the life-saving means he had left behind had to be used up, and no matter how precious his back hand was, it was not as precious as his own life.

Another glittering gem hidden between his fingers was crushed, and Morakot's figure appeared directly in the air in front of Wang Yu, and the scimitar in his hand slashed through a white light trail and slashed at Wang Yu's unprotected neck at an extremely tricky angle.

He was confident that this official knight junior would never be able to take this sword without warning.

Wang Yu's consciousness was indeed a little slower when he used the scintillating gem, but the instinct of his body instantly locked on the position of Morakot who suddenly appeared in front of him under the observation of ripples, and the hands covered by the Void Blade arm armor, under the powerful blessing power driven by burning blood, quickly reached out and blocked the front of the scimitar trajectory.

"Bell!" The blade collided with the Void Blade Arm Armor, and the Void Blade Arm Armor's strong defense was once again on display, and sparks flew everywhere, but the Void Blade arm armor blocking in front of the enchanted scimitar was not damaged.

The powerful power of the official knight was difficult to forcibly resist even if Wang Yu, who had turned on the burning blood drive, and the hands that blocked the blade were shaken apart, and while the neck was cut off under the blow, his body was slightly unbalanced under the huge force.

“！” Morakot didn't expect that this guy, whose strength should only be at the beginning of the official knight in his senses, actually had strength and reaction speed close to him, and his strength might be smaller than him, but it was not much worse.

Moreover, why did the hand holding the scimitar have a sense of crisis just now.

An invisible external force appeared in the air, forcibly helping Wang Yu stabilize his slightly unbalanced body, although Wang Yu's wizard strength was weak, it was still convenient to do some help.

The light of the thunder gun in his hand flashed away, Wang Yu had a slight pity in his eyes, and his reaction was a beat slower, if he used the thunder gun while blocking with his hand, then the thunder gun would directly invade Morakot's body along the scimitar.

One blow failed, Morakot continued to pursue without hesitation, Gilbert was still a little far away from here, Wang Yu's strength was slightly weaker than him, a high-level official knight, it was certain, we must seize this opportunity, and we must kill if we kill strongly!

The fighting spirit exploded, strengthening his physical strength at any cost, and his feet were driven by the huge force to directly crush the ground, stepping into the ground to borrow the maximum thrust.

The muscles tensed and then released, and the body turned into an indistinguishable afterimage under the explosion at this moment, and the scimitar in his hand was held by both hands and placed at his side, aiming at Wang Yu's abdomen, and swinging it with all his strength and the extremely fast body.

"Poof!" The speed was too fast, and the power of the high-level official knight was already difficult to look at as a mere creature, and under the explosion at any cost, his speed had surpassed the speed of some crossbows in a few moments.

And although Wang Yu can capture the trajectory of Morakot's explosion, if he wants to make a block, the speed of his body can't keep up with Morakot's full explosion.

There was a slight cracking sound on the ground, and a raised rock had begun to be generated under the power of Morakot's Book of Spellweavers before it erupted, allowing the delayed spell casting to catch up with Morakot's terrifying speed under Wang Yu's prediction.

"Bang!" The bulging stone collided with Morakot's legs, and was shattered in an instant, and the hardness of the ground here was really not enough in the face of the terrifying power of the high-ranking formal knights.

It only hindered Mora's speed slightly, giving Wang Yu a little time to react, the blade cut through Wang Yu's leather armor, the enchanted runes flickered, the armor was broken, torn, and the blade under the blessing of the triple power of bloodletting broke through the fine iron chain mail under the leather armor and easily cut open the flesh and blood in Wang Yu's abdomen, tearing open a huge opening.

Morakot's figure and Wang Yu were inseparable, "It's done!" In the moment when he felt the touch of tearing his flesh apart, he knew that he had succeeded.

Even if it is a formal knight, it is impossible to retain the ability to continue fighting if there is such a big wound in this fragile place of the abdomen, even if he does not kill Wang Yu, it is enough to abolish Wang Yu...

However, almost at the moment when a knife pierced Wang Yu's abdomen and staggered past him, a sense of danger appeared on his back.

"What's that!?"

"Bang!"

Following the sudden sense of crisis, Morakot leaned over as he countered the inertia of his own forward speed, feeling something graze his back and crash into the ground.

The afterglow swept over, but saw that Wang Yu, who should have had a big opening in his abdomen and definitely injured his internal organs, was standing there dignifiedly, above the wound in his abdomen, blood-red small gadgets were constantly beating and twisting, shuttling between the cracked flesh and skin, like liquid stitches fixing them, and the blood that Morakot expected was splashed, and under the blessing of the Bloody Fury Knight's secret method, it did not appear at all.

And the Furnace Fury, which Wang Yu held in his hand, which had just fired a shot, was the source of the bullet that grazed Morakot's back.

"Predictive abilities like my ripples, in-divulging?" The sudden shot from behind was actually dodged, and Wang Yu immediately reacted that Morakot should have some ability to sense a sneak attack.

That should be an internal dive, but if this is the case, a plan will come to Wang Yu's mind.

"Da Da Da!" The footsteps of stepping on the ground at high speed quickly approached, and Gilbert, who was also a high-ranking official knight, quickly arrived.

He was shocked the moment he saw Wang Yu's abdomen being slashed by a scimitar, but when he noticed that Wang Yu was the same as no one, he was relieved, this Your Excellency who had created the whole prayer communication network was definitely not a reckless guy.

The Nether Blade was attached to the blade and quickly approached Morakot, who adjusted his stance and turned back to fight back, and the scimitar swept towards the long sword slashed by Gilbert from top to bottom, intercepting!

However, the sharp pain that came from the wrist in an instant made him forcibly twist the force and change the trajectory of the scimitar, if he connected the wrist like this, it would definitely break, although I don't know why!

The longsword slashed straight through the blade of the scimitar that changed direction without any hindrance, and that position was where Morakot's wrist was originally located.

If it weren't for Morakot forcibly reversing the direction of his power, his wrists would have been ruined by the sudden slash that ignored the block just now.

"Drink!" With a roar of panic and fear, Morakot's scimitar swept and forced Gilbert away, the attack that penetrated the defenses, he already knew, then..."Bang! ”

Bullets from the Crucible's Fury flew past Morakot, and the precognition from the inside once again allowed the guy to dodge Wang Yu's alchemy revolver.

Gilbert dodged the scimitar sweep and did not hesitate to step forward again and begin to fight Morakot, but Morakot, the official knight, became extremely difficult to deal with with with his internal submersible blessing, which was extremely suitable for combat.

He always knew what his defenses were and made up for them first, and Gilbert's sudden surprise attack with his unguarded penetrating attack could not be of any use beyond Morakot's expectations.

Even some lethal attacks at the cost of their own injuries are taken advantage of to fight back, leaving several wounds on their arms that are not too deep but bleeding profusely.

And Wang Yu's support shot launched nearby was also forcibly dodged by Morakot's early perception every time, but the danger perception that constantly appeared in various parts of his body suddenly made it impossible for him to completely grasp Gilbert's flaws and seriously injure him.

I have to admit that the inner potential of "danger perception" does give Morakot an advantage in the high-speed and dangerous battle between knights.

"Poo" once again dodged Gilbert's stabbing blow that ignored the defense, and the scimitar swept, leaving a huge bloody wound in Gilbert's empty chest, and Morakot just wanted to pursue, and the stinging sensation in his lower abdomen that Wang Yu was aiming at.

"Damn, every time it's a time to seize the opportunity, no, if you're injured, you have to seize this good opportunity, seriously injure that official knight, and I'll have a chance"

Wang Yu's shot was stuck every time Morakot caught Gilbert's flaw, which made him feel very uncomfortable, no matter what, he couldn't expand the results of the battle, this opportunity was too good, even if he was injured, he had to be injured.

Ignoring the premonition of danger in his lower abdomen, he forcibly stepped forward, raised his scimitar, and cut off Gilbert's arm while preparing to resist the bullet.

However, he regretted it in the next moment, and the premonition of danger instantly spread from a point in his lower abdomen to the entire lower half of his body, and the sharp pain was accompanied by an unbearable burning sensation, foreshadowing the terrifying damage that would follow.

"Hmm... Very good" whispered, Wang Yu, who had discussed a plan with Gilbert with a ripple transmission, and above the "furnace" where the muzzle of the Furnace Fury muzzle was used to store energy, the hidden power of the Night Lady, which obscured the fluctuations of magic and Morakot's sense of danger, was overwhelmed by the heat and energy that was spilling out from within.

"Boom!"

The fiery serpent roared, and the piercing fiery red light trail broke through the air!