If it weren't for the fact that the "platoon commander" Fergus was familiar with the terrain and secretly remembered the general direction and route, a huge patrol team would have been lost long ago.

Of course, the two fast-legged gladiators walked in front as scouts, and if they were out of sight, they were in the field of vision, and the markers along the way also played a big role.

Passing through a hill full of pores, the spiritual power tentacles emitted by Ron Loslin swept through it carefully according to the custom, and found that there were countless manic little beings under the hill, a huge kingdom of rats.

Due to the large-scale impregnation of the magic element, these little guys, who were once farmland destroyers and disgusted countless farmers, have long since become extremely large, and their mud-colored eyes are also dyed ominously scarlet because of the influence of the magic element.

"Shock Talisman!"

Unwilling to make any extraneous trouble, and not wanting to be disturbed by these demon rats, he secretly released a second-ring magic towards the beehive-like hills, and then "saw" many demon rats with his mental power tentacles, and then went crazy and drilled deep into the ground.

"Being attacked inexplicably, the fear that appeared unexpectedly drove the spiritual demon rat to hide deeper underground. As I expected!"

With a faint smile on his face, he led the patrol team behind him, and ran through the Demon Rat Hill without stopping, unscathed.

The muffled sound of dozens of pairs of big feet when they landed on the ground was in a string, stopping in the ears of the demon mouse, and a group of carnivorous beasts passed by the home, and they couldn't help but be glad that they didn't show their heads and escape from the ground just now, otherwise they would have been trampled to death.

The patrol team is regarded as a carnivorous beast by the demon rat, perhaps it is true! Human beings are the primates of all things, and they are biologically known as the terrifying Homo erectus, and from ancient times to the present day, I don't know how many powerful and powerful beast groups have been exterminated.

The dragons of the New World, originally revered by the natives, soared in the sky, I don't know how many years old, and now there are only two left. The number of legendary creatures was once overwhelming, and now it is only a handful.

It's not that these powerful creatures with strength comparable to demigods and heroes can't be killed, but the price paid is too great, and they just leave it alone for the time being, once they have abnormal behavior, such as actively attacking humans, there is only a fast track to death waiting for them.

With a quarter of an hour to go, he ordered his patrol team to stop the rapid march and walk instead, so as to regain his strength and relieve the fatigue of the long journey.

This was heartily approved by all his followers, although as gladiators, in order to get off the battlefield alive, they usually deliberately exercised their endurance, and most of the half-hour armed trail run was just a warm-up.

However, they also know that the enemies who will go to war are a group of depraved people who have been favored by the devil, and they cannot infer from common sense that there is nothing wrong with returning the body to its full state.

As the patrol slowed down, the muffled sound of their legs hitting the ground stopped. Loss looked behind him, still not satisfied, so he let the line spread out in two columns and continued to advance in a skirmish line.

The followers were a little surprised, but they soon discovered the benefits, and everyone's horizons broadened, and they spontaneously gathered in groups of threes and threes. It is clear that clever gladiators already knew that entering the enemy's warning zone could lead to a clash at any moment, or even a simple battle.

The patrol continued to advance, and after about ten minutes of walking, due to the presence of psychic tentacles scanning ahead, Embarrn Roslin discovered a secret sentinel hidden in a natural cave in advance, and it was not surprising that it was an ordinary degenerate inside.

Remembering that not long ago, he mastered the concepts of "atmospheric pressure" and "vacuum" and obtained a small amount of nuclear weight, and he couldn't help but want to try his hand.

So, from a distance of a few hundred meters, he used the method of instantaneously increasing the strength of the atmospheric pressure to simulate the effect of the Second Ring Magic Heavy Pressure Technique, targeting this ordinary degenerate.

In just an instant, the demon worshippers with horns on their heads and tails behind them were pressed to the ground by the sudden pressure, as if they were pressed by a 10,000-pound boulder, and they couldn't breathe normally at all, and their noses and mouths only had air out but no air intake, and they were about to die.

With a snort, the degenerate who was suppressed by the "tenfold" atmosphere, I don't know if it triggered a key hub of the body, and the part from the jaw to the neck actually cracked a gap like a fish gill, so he simply didn't use his mouth and nose, he breathed directly with his cheeks.

However, being able to breathe fresh air and avoid the embarrassment of suffocation did not change his current extremely bad situation, because his body could not bear the weight, his ribs had been bent and deformed, and his pelvis even made a creaking and moaning sound of dislocated joints.

The few brains of the fallen suddenly came to their senses, and they must be attacked by an unknown enemy, and they must alert their friends as soon as possible.

It's a pity that the end of being pressed to the ground by ten times the atmospheric pressure is that every part of the body is under pressure, and even if you move a finger now, it will be painful and heartbreaking.

Eventually, the fallen man failed to do his duty, and when he heard someone approaching, he decided to look up to see who it was, and as a result, his jaw suddenly shattered, and the upper and lower rows of teeth interlaced each other, and his tongue was chewed by himself.

Unleashing the Magician of Science Conceptual Strike at Awn Lothlin, using nuclear weights to pry the world's physical laws to subdue the human degenerates hiding in the caves, the heavily armed patrol team took the opportunity to advance quickly, breaking through and entering the enemy's outer ring.

"Scum, who's going to kill him for me?"

Before his henchman Fergus could react, a spearman beside him suddenly picked up his spear and stabbed the degenerate who was lying on the ground in the hole and couldn't move, just piercing through the eye socket and directly crushing his brain.

"The marksmanship is good! The force of the two-handed thrust is fierce and accurate, in my opinion, it is a manufacturable material!"

Ron Lothlin nodded approvingly, and the pikemen who heard this turned red with excitement, and the gladiators nearby were all envious and jealous, secretly hating that they had not made a move just now.

"Platoon Commander" Fergus knew that the lord was preparing to promote a person with excellent performance to the top position, and he naturally couldn't reach out to stop it, which caused the unhappiness of Ron Lotlin and didn't say anything, blocking the path of his partner who once shared life and death, and he didn't know that one day he would be stabbed in the back and made a secret hand.

No one will sympathize with such a tragic death, and no one will shed tears, after all, this is the general trend, and those who dare to block it will die without a place to be buried.

Seeing that his followers had successfully killed a degenerate, and finding that the nuclear weight in his body had only been consumed a little, and it was estimated that he could still cast it seven or eight times, he nodded in satisfaction.

So far, he has not figured out the source and origin of the nuclear weight, nor has he figured out how to replenish it. Whether it will recover naturally after a short night's sleep, or whether it will have to go through some special route, is unknown for the time being.

Nuclear weight is the key to the magic of science to strike a conceptual blow and pry the real side of the world, the laws of physics. I feel that there is a certain similarity between nuclear weight and spiritual power, but I don't know the specific details. After all, magicians use meditation to improve their mental powers, as well as their ability to understand how magic works. As for the science magician...... Is it necessary to participate in research and expand the definition of related concepts?"

Embarrassine remembered his roots, a scientist similar to a science wizard, but without the ability to attribute power to individuals, the crystallization of wisdom would only be taken away by the continuous exploitation and exploitation of power and capital.

"In other words, the Wizard of Science is to the world what the immortals of the Overworld are, and the power belongs to himself......! Isn't this the immune defense mechanism of white blood cells?"