As for Garan, her attack is much simpler.

Not as bells and whistles as Baili Chubby, not as terrifying as Cao Yuan, she was like a floating bouquet flying into the crowd, strolling in the dense rain of attacks.

Seeing a recruit with a high level of combat or a special type of forbidden ruins, Jia Lan simply made two moves with him, and then smashed him with one punch.

Seeing that the level of all aspects is average, he was stunned without saying a word.

It's such a simple and simple way of attacking, but it makes the recruits around her fall in large numbers, and she is like an emotionless hammer machine, quickly clearing a vacuum around her.

An Qingyu carried the black coffin on his back and stood motionless, countless frost vines broke through the ground under his feet, intertwining around him, and fighting many different recruits at the same time.

An Qingyu calmly pushed down his glasses, and under the pale lenses, those eyes exuded a faint grayness, slowly sweeping over many recruits......

"Let me see, you ...... Where is it hidden? He muttered to himself.

……

"Doesn't that seem right?"

The three members of the Church of the Ancient Gods who were among the recruits looked at the chaotic battlefield in front of them with strange expressions.

"These people...... It doesn't feel like a strange adult, huh? ”

"Yes, they appeared at the same time, which means that it is not a tactical illusion created by Lord Qianmo by virtue of the time difference, but only the incarnation of Lord Qianmo...... But Lord Qianmo's strength has been suppressed, can there still be so many powerful incarnations? ”

"But, don't they say they're from the Old God Church? If it's not Lord Qianmo, who can they be? ”

Among the three, the thin recruit frowned and pondered for a long time, as if he had thought of something, and his expression was extremely gloomy!

"I kind of get the ......"

"What?"

"They are not members of the Old God Church at all."

"Wouldn't it? If it's not our people, why kill the instructor, lift the ruins monument, and destroy this training camp? And so accurately predicting our motivations? ”

"Don't you see it yet?" The skinny recruits pointed at the members of the [Nightfall] team and said, "Their shots seem to be fierce and deadly, but in fact, every move evades the vital point, they just stun the recruits and throw them aside......

From the very beginning, they had no intention of harming these recruits!

I think that the so-called death of the instructor is also an illusion created by them, and the purpose is to create such an atmosphere of desperate situation and stimulate the potential in the body of these recruits.

They were never members of the Church of the Old Gods, they were just using the guise of the Church of the Old Gods to scare the recruits' ...... [Nightfall] squad itself. ”

The more the thin recruit spoke, the more anger in his eyes became, and the feeling of being teased made him very unhappy.

In the final analysis, all this misunderstanding was due to the fact that the recruit team they were hiding in did not encounter any members of the [Nightfall] team, otherwise they could have sensed that something was wrong just by the merciful actions of the [Nightcover] team, and the fake corpses used to trick the recruits could not fool the eyes of these experts at all.

From the very beginning, they had a preconceived idea that Lord Qianmo must have taken the initiative, and then they were always led by the nose by that Shen expert, and completely fell into the trap of the other party.

"Are they really the [Nightfall] squad?" The immature recruit frowned, "So what do we do next?" ”

"It doesn't matter, judging from the information we have now, the [Nightfall] team is just disguising itself as the Church of the Old Gods, and they shouldn't be aware of our existence, and we are still in the shadows." Dry and thin recruits calmly analyzed,

"It's just a scuffle now, as long as we mix in the group of recruits, rely on our own disguise, and kill the [Nightfall] team one by one, we still have a chance to turn the tables!"

"But there are only three of us......"

"Three?" The female soldier shook her head, "You forgot, Lord Qianmo hasn't made a move yet!" ”

"Yes, yes, yes, with Lord Qianmo, we still have a chance."

"What's more, we still have this thing......" The thin recruit reached into his arms, his fingertips touched a touch of coldness, and the corners of his mouth rose slightly, "I didn't spend a lot of energy to get this thing out, in this case, it has the ability to reverse the situation." ”

When the other two saw this scene, they seemed to remember something, and their expressions relaxed.

"Well, there's that thing, even if it's nightfall...... It won't last long. ”

……

"It's him!"

Among the recruits, Fang Mo saw the figure wearing the mask of the Monkey King and wandering in the crowd like a ghost, and his eyes gradually lit up.

A certain golden energy flowing in the depths of his body and soul emitted an unprecedented light, like a reunion after a long absence, like a cheer.

Without the slightest hesitation, he took a step forward and rushed straight towards Lin Qiye.

Ode ——!

At this moment, in the night sky, a dark red streamer flew from a distance!

It was a young man, a young man with six dark red wings behind him and a straight knife in his hand, his red eyes stared at Lin Qiye in the crowd, and the depths of his pupils were surging with unprecedented anger and confusion.

Anger comes from his ruins, and confusion comes from himself.

Lu Baoyu didn't understand.

Before, he just stood quietly on the roof in the distance, looking at the battlefield here, but when the man wearing the mask of Sun Wukong made a move, the divine ruins and divine power in his body became restless, driving him to come here immediately, eager to fight that person!

The instinct engraved in his bones told him that the man ...... It's his old enemy.

Killing him is Lu Baoyu's mission.

Subconsciously, Lu Baoyu spread his dark red wings and galloped from the top of the building in the distance in the direction of Lin Qiye!

Seeing the golden glow in the eyes of the masked man, Lu Baoyu seemed to think of something, and a solemn look appeared in his eyes.

Is that...... The divine power of the Seraph?

That man is Michael's agent?

At this moment, the ancient and grand voice that existed in his memory echoed in his ears again:

“…… Strength comes at a price.

I can give you the power and potential to be above all beings, but again, I need you to help me do something...... Within ten years, no matter what method you use, find and kill the agent of the Seraphic Michael.

If you can't do that, after ten years, I'll take your soul as interest on borrowing power.

So, your answer is......"

Knock ——!!

The dark red streamer slammed into the ground in front of Lin Qiye, and the terrifying Fallen Angel Divine Power exploded, shaking all the recruits behind him back a few steps, looking at the scene in front of him in horror.

"Seraph's agent?"

In the smoke and dust, Lu Baoyu's red eyes stared at Lin Qiye's mask, and slowly raised the straight knife in his hand......

"I'm here to kill you."