Simberdin and Doris weave back and forth through the labyrinth of Sandshire, and Simberdin has no time to recover from his serious injuries, and Doris has already repelled several waves of Forsaken cultists.

The Oblivion's cultists didn't do anything with them at all, and as soon as they approached the two of them, they immediately sent a message to Artugang, if it weren't for Doris's awareness of the human spirit itself, plus the bonus of magic, it would be difficult for her to find those cultists hiding in the sand.

In addition to drawing runes to clear their whereabouts and blocking many of the Forgotten Cult's messaging magic, Simberdin also uses small magic to confuse the Forgotten Cultists.

"This labyrinth is too big, and I can sense that the people of the Forsaken are more familiar with this place than we are, and there are more and more people around, and we may be stuck here" Doris said anxiously, she was taught by the Syndicate to be able to sense the mental state of creatures within a certain range with magic, and the cultists around her were constantly approaching them.

"Wait, there's still a little bit of time," Simbertine said.

"What are you talking about?" Doris didn't know what Simberdin was counting, she couldn't run anymore, Simbertin was badly injured, most of the weight was on her, she stretched out the elven wings and had no strength.

The people around them were slowly approaching, and although the cultists did not know the exact location of Doris and Simberdin, they could guess their approximate location through repeated messages and the map in their hands.

"Let's kill it, how many can we kill?" The magic energy in Doris's body was already boiling.

Simberdin grabbed Doris.

"Wait!"

Although Doris didn't know what Simberdin thought, she chose to believe in Simberine and didn't expose more magical energy.

Simberding's mouth kept moving, but Doris couldn't hear what he was saying.

There was a light in Simberdin's hand, and Doris could feel it, and the disciples on both sides were slowly approaching, and they were almost around the corner.

Now is the time!

As soon as Xin Baiding shook the light in his hand, he saw runes appear on the ground when they came, and a mouthful of blood spurted out of Xin Baiding's mouth: "Don't care about anything, go back the same way and rush out!"

Rune Forbidden Magic: Blood Sacrifice Condensation!

The cultists on the other side didn't know what was going on, and the cultists who followed them only felt that Fu Culture had made blood-colored chains, directly burrowing into their skin, and no matter how much they tried, they couldn't move.

As soon as Doris and Simberdin cooperated tacitly, and trusted him infinitely, as soon as Symberdin yelled, Doris immediately put away her magic and spread her elven wings, pulled up Simbertin and rushed back the same way.

The cultists could only watch Doris and Simbertine pass in front of their eyes, their veins bulging, and the red tattoos like chains bound them, unable to move.

Doris's way back was unimpeded, and in an instant she was back at the same entrance they had fled into.

"Fly straight out of Shashire, it's dusk now, and after flying out, with the help of the wind and sand, they won't be able to catch us," Simbertin said in Doris's ear with the last of his strength, and after saying that, he fell into a deep sleep.

The blood-red rune magic disappeared, and those cultists chased out together with a group of people on the other side, and Doris completely transformed into an elf, carrying Simberding on her back, and the moment she rushed out of the entrance, she increased her speed to another level, and rushed towards the open gate of Shajun.

Attu sensed it the moment they came out, and the difference between heaven and earth was the distance between heaven and earth at the first order of the Nine Stars, and Xin Baiding stretched out his hand to seriously injure him, while Atul just felt that the opponent had caused him a little trouble, plus some scratches.

The surrounding flying sand was like a lion lying on its prey, and the moment Doris appeared with Simberdin on her back, the sand burst into the air and chased Doris at a faster speed.

Doris relied on her nimble flight to constantly dodge the impact of the flying sand, and although the huge sand wave was violent, it didn't shoot her down at once.

Doris turned around and shot out a spiritual magic, as soon as Atul was careless, he felt his eyes be shaken, his brain was slightly dizzy, and when he recovered, Doris was about to fly out of Shashire.

"Hmph!" Atul snorted coldly, and with a flick of his staff, the magic energy went wild.

Under the main gate of Shashi, the giant hand formed by the sand climbed into the sky, as if it was a trap that had been waiting for a long time, although Doris was caught off guard, but her waist twisted rapidly, and she escaped the desert giant hand with the fainting Simberding.

Doris just gasped for breath, thinking that she had already left the sand county, and was just about to escape with the power of the wind and sand, when suddenly a strong force came from behind, and the sand that she had chased before gathered into a fist, and hammered it on her body with a "bang" while she was not paying attention, and the two people were smashed into the sand like cannonballs.

Atul had just sunk into the desert, and the next second, he appeared on the edge of the pit where Doris had been smashed into the ground.

"You can't escape, all those who see the secret, can't leave"

Doris struggled to her feet, the last shimmer of magic in her eyes.

Eight-star forbidden mystery!

As soon as Atul flicked his staff, without using any magic, he smashed Doris into the air with a "bang", and she suffered a heavy blow to the head and fainted on the spot.

"The students of Philep, it seems that they have been teaching for a long time, and they can take it back to study and study" Atul just looked at the Simberdin on the ground, this is the person he wants, as for the other female elf, just give it to the priests.

Thinking about it, Atul had just manipulated the sand and was about to take Simberdin away.

But—the sand suddenly didn't listen to him!

This had not happened before when Simberdin had used Chaos Magic • Elemental Madness.

The experienced Atul didn't even have time to be stunned, and in an instant, he jumped backwards, and several sea buckthorn spikes emerged from the ground from his original position.

There was a "bang", as if something was falling, and the sand was raised, and Atul didn't know who dared to challenge him.

"Attugang, you Forsaken Sect shouldn't be here now, if I'm not mistaken, Otone is almost there" A familiar voice came from the flying dust, but Atul couldn't remember who this person was, until the dust cleared, and Atul just saw two figures, one large and one small.

Sand Devil Sherlock!

This person Atul Gang will not be unrecognized, he just established the exile capital when the Forsaken Sect of the Forgotten Sect cleaned up, and he was the one who led the team at that time, but in the end he lost to Sherlock, and went back to report to Bishop Diretz, who once again led the army to clean up, that time he did not participate, but the final result was that the two sides made peace and benefited each other.

Now that Sherlock was standing in front of him, he felt that Sherlock seemed to have improved a lot in the past few years, and he couldn't see Sherlock's magic cultivation clearly.

"Do you take the people away, or do I ask you to go" Sherlock didn't talk nonsense with Attu at all and got straight to the point.

The disciples behind Attu Gang all stood and lined up, although the difference in numbers was not so huge enough for a nine-star magician, but he still had some more confidence when there were more people behind him: "What are you doing in Shajun?"

"Looks like you asked me to invite you," Sherlock frowned, his expression was not afraid of the church, as if he wanted to read a book quietly but a mosquito flew in, and he refused to leave until he beat it.

Sherlock's eyes spewed out a sandy yellow light, and he only felt the earth tremble, and Atul just felt that the sand under his feet was completely out of his control, and the disciples behind him couldn't even stand steadily, and it was still dusk, and a large black shadow was projected down.

Everyone looked back and saw a desert colossus standing behind them, its large hand slowly descending with oppressive force, as if it were a meteorite.

The magic in Atul's whole body surged, the sand around him moved, and the sand rose upwards to form a giant tray, catching the big hand of the desert colossus with a "bang".

Atul's chest was suffocated, and a mouthful of blood spurted out.

"Huh?" Sherlock was a little interested, "It seems that you are not completely without progress"

There seemed to be a phantom on Sherlock's body, and in the next second, he stood in front of Atugang, who looked at him, his whole body trembled, but he couldn't move.

He'd done everything in his power to deal with Sherlock's Desert Colossus, and it seemed that Simberdine might have had more of an impact on him than he thought.

Sherlock raised one hand slightly, the other cultists wanted to save the elders, but Artugang couldn't move, let alone them, this time it was to dig up treasures, except for sending Artugan, the Forsaken Sect did not send anyone else, because as Sherlock said, the Pope was indeed coming.

Sherlock's forefinger reached out and touched the center of Artugang's brow.

"It should be easy to kill you now," Sherlock said.

"Sherlock, let me tell you, I know that you are now hostile to the church, but if you don't want to have any room with the church, put down your hand, and then turn away, and I'll act as if nothing happened" Although Atul was in a weak position at this time, he was not afraid at all, but threatened Sherlock.

Because he thought that Sherlock only wanted to control the Exiled Lands or achieve the same status as the Forsaken Cult this time, the Pope came here to talk to him, he didn't know, in fact, the two sides were already on the same page.

Sherlock sighed: "Atul, you are too rigid, I want more than you can think."

As soon as he finished speaking, a sharp cone of sand pierced directly through the back of Artugang's head.

"You're... Dare" Atul didn't finish his sentence before the man fell.

As Artugon fell, the sand he had condensed dispersed as if a mountain of sand had collapsed, and with the large hand of the Desert Colossus, almost all of the Forsaken cultists were covered.

Desert Burial!

A new chapter is presented, I hope you like it.