Blood tax

Chapter 83 The Cult Group Just Like Its Name

"Hamis is over!?"

Many people gathered in the dark big house.They either wear burqas or hide in darkness.

"Have you witnessed their defeat?" a strong voice asked. "Rasp, answer me."

"Yes, yes, Lord Reef," one of the attackers who originally followed Khamis, the file who fled away when his companions were defeated, stood alone in the middle of the crowd, "it's just that Khamis was killed in action? Not sure, Nightwalker is indeed dead."

Many sneaky figures stood up one after another.Some of them stared out the window indifferently, and some no longer carefully concealed themselves but shouted and cursed.Although they were dressed simply, their bodies were strong, and their eyes were full of ferocity.

The abandoned greenhouse has many small holes and broken windows leading to the outside. While these figures are alert to the people around them, they also keep an eye on the traces outside the house.

There was no one outside the house, only a flock of shadows like birds or bats flashed by.

The group seemed to discuss for a while, and then several people approached each other.

One of them, known as "The Reef", held a heavy shield in his left hand and a two-handed sword behind him.

The equipment of the people behind them was very miscellaneous. One was carrying a hammer, and the other was holding a repairman's wrench. I don't know which grocery store it was from.Everyone else is also holding a variety of weapons, watching carefully.They kept a certain distance from each other and were quite cautious.

"The loss of Khamis is heart-wrenching, but it's not enough to hinder the Creator's will," Reef said with irresistible majesty, "I don't agree with continuing to attack official Beyonders, and the Creator has never given us a similar oracle. Ha. Meath acting on his own will put us all at risk."

"But it has happened," a man dressed as a wizard stood with his hands behind his back, and he also had many followers by his side, "If Khamis hadn't died, he might have revealed our information under official torture. Safe again."

"I have already made arrangements, a powerful apostle will come. The future foreseen by Lord Madman is unstoppable," a warlock shrouded in darkness stroked the crystal ball in his hand, "We only need to worry about our own safety. From now on , I will act alone until the time of the oracle."

"Jorgen, I don't agree," Reef stepped forward. "Dispersion means more unpredictable factors. Traitors will reveal divine will to the strong natives. Lord Medihus must agree with me. ."

"Yes, Jorgen," Medicius, who was dressed as a wizard, said lightly, "the result of violating the oracle will make the trajectory of fate more unpredictable. Just as Khamis recklessly challenged Like the strong natives,
"His target, Griffith Brandon, seems to be only Sequence 8. There must be many people present who think that they can kill him by sneak attack and siege after receiving the gift of the Creator. However, have you ever thought about it, Will killing the aboriginal Beyonders, including him, help to carry out the will of the Creator when the doomed day comes? Why didn't the oracle guide us on such a path to remove all obstacles beforehand?
"No, it won't be so simple. We don't know what the cards of these aboriginals have, and what kind of existence hidden behind them. Moreover, if it is now on the extraordinary people of the aboriginal people Isn't it alert? What we are about to face is a group of sequence 7, or even extraordinary.

"We have not been assigned the task of killing the Aboriginal Extraordinary. Even if the final battle is inevitable, our task is definitely not to kill him now."

The room was quiet for a few seconds.

Some are nodding, others are full of disdain.

A masked man with dual daggers leaned against the wall, his gloomy eyes swept across the crowd one by one: "It's all timid excuses. Medihus, if you can't bear the pressure of the team leader, I, the traveler Your lord's loyal servant - Hidden Thorn can take your place."

"That's right!"

As soon as the man named Yin Thorn finished speaking, two men like thugs holding clubs and chains began to shout.

"Be quiet, you idiots!" a very beautiful young woman in the crowd snapped, "According to Lord Medihus's interpretation of the Creator's Oracle, we should try our best to avoid Griffith's apprentice knight and others. Contact, let alone provoke or attack him.

"As for you, Hidden Thorn, you don't even dare to challenge the status of the captured Khamis, so what qualifications do you have to covet the status of Lord Medihus."

"Ms. Phil is right," the other strong man agreed. "If I have to do it now, I'd rather attack those city guards, and I can get the city guards' weapons and equipment to arm myself. Although the gains are not counted. A lot, but it's better than going directly to the strong inhabitants of the antigen."

The hidden thorn who was refuted could not listen anymore, two daggers flashing black dim light appeared in his hands, his eyes stared coldly at the strong man: "madman, the aboriginal strongman you mentioned is just a mere Sequence 8 That's it. Miss Phil, didn't your reconnaissance confirm that he has no ability to cast spells? Of course, such a weak target does not need the creator to express his fate! It is enough to kill with one knife. Just go to the shopping street and work part-time.”

"quiet."

Accompanied by the voice of the words, an ice-cold airflow suddenly burst, and the freezing air rushed to the face to interrupt the quarrel of everyone.

"Your Excellency Medihughes!"

The two people who were called Phil and the madman seemed to be the loyal fans of Medihues, and they all showed expressions of admiration after seeing him take action.

"Hidden Thorn, since we have accepted the oracle, we will naturally continue on," Medihus, who threw out the icy air, said calmly, "The Creator's will has not yet fully manifested, this extraordinary man named Griffith It is impossible to guarantee that there is no other will behind him. If we encounter him, Lord Reef, can you withstand his attack?"

The shield guard Reef who led the discussion just now has been silent, watching everyone's argument calmly.But when Medi Hughes asked him, his aura suddenly became as majestic as a city wall.Feeling this aura, Yin Ji on the side showed a rather apprehensive expression.

"No problem, Your Excellency Medihus," Reef held the heavy shield in his hand, "Even if Griffith is favored by other existences, his body has a limit. I can restrain him for at least 5 minutes , The defense team is ready to face the worst situation."

"As expected of Your Excellency The Reef, the quest reward given by the Creator will surely make you the chief defense core, and no one can compete with Your Excellency," Medihus said happily, "Then, we continue to act collectively and wait for the oracle to come. Who Any comments?"

Most of the people present nodded again and again, obviously very convinced of this decision.Others who did not nod, such as Yin Thorn, also silently expressed no objection.

Seeing that no one was on his side, Jurgen just snorted.

"Very well, Your Excellency Jurgen, the handling of Khamis will be handed over to you," Medihus raised his hand and called the warlock's name, "The apostle of the Creator will perform this task in person, and the summoned one must be completed as soon as possible. ceremony."

"No problem, Medihus, I will obey the oracle of the creator, and everything is unstoppable." The warlock nodded and said yes.

The imminent situation was eased in this way, and the beautiful Phil said happily, "You, Your Excellency the Reef and Master Jurgen join forces, and more than 20 believers of the Creator work together. This kind of lineup is rare. We will surely succeed." of."

Medihus didn't speak, just nodded slightly.

"Then, I will notify the guards outside to confirm the situation. If there is nothing wrong, we will move the position." Phil put his fingers on his forehead, and seemed to enter into meditation.

"Let's arrange the formation of the lower group," Medi Hughes briefly drew a figure, "With Your Excellency the Reef as the core, each group will be arranged in a circle. Let's go here..."

"Your Excellency Medihughes!"

Just when Medihus set up the task, Phil suddenly shouted with a pale face: "There's something wrong, I can't contact the sentry! He, he was killed?"

Everyone in the room exploded.Sitting firmly on the reef on a wooden box stood up and raised a large shield to protect Medihus.Beside them, the breath of Hidden Thorn and the other people gradually faded, and the sense of existence became very thin.

The others were scrambling to stand in a circle with a variety of weapons.

"Wrench, go check it out," Medi Hughes yelled at a man holding a wrench. "Phil, make a mental connection to Wrench."

The person who was called had a look of reluctance, but he didn't dare to refuse, so he could only walk outside boldly.

Watching the wrench disappear from sight, the rest of them nervously stood guard, waiting for their leader to rush out to tear the unknown enemy to shreds, or flee directly into the dark alleys.

It didn't take long for them to be nervous and anxious.Phil suddenly spat out a mouthful of blood and fell to the ground with a pale face.

"The wrench was killed in an instant," Phil said struggling, "I didn't see the attacker's face clearly, he appeared suddenly, and I didn't even have time to break the mental link."

"Lord Reef, let's retreat," Medihus put his hand on Reef's shoulder lightly, "Everyone, go."

Following his order, the others acted immediately.This group of hunters who were about to launch an attack turned into prey in an instant.

"What? Are you leaving now?"

The cold voice that made everyone's heart stunned resounded in the darkness, accompanied by the vibrato of iron boots smashing the floor and gravel.

Before the slightly mocking voice could fall, a spear was thrown from the dark corner, and with one blow, an attacker flew out and was firmly nailed to the wall behind him.

　There will be an update at noon.The update time will be adjusted to noon and evening in the future

　　
　
(End of this chapter)