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Chapter 129 Charging towards the cultists

As the space distorted, a figure appeared next to Amel, and everyone was caught off guard.

Even if someone wanted to rescue, it was too late, they were too far away.

Green light flashed.

The speed of the blade slashing was so fast that one could not see the trajectory of the blade at all.

It was like lightning flashing across.

Under the sound of smooth slashing.

Amel, who was paralyzed and unable to move, was trembling and confused, and his entire head was completely chopped off and rolled down.

In order to prevent the head from being resurrected and entangled with the flesh and blood of the body, Nan Subei kicked him in the head without hesitation.

A hard, merciless kick.

He let his head draw an arc, flew at least dozens of meters away, hit a tree accurately, and got stuck between the branches of the dead tree.

The headless corpse next to him sprayed out a large amount of blood, staining Nan Subei's body.

At this time, Nansu was heading north towards the headless corpse.

The completely transformed tentacles on his right hand were already hanging feebly in the snow, stained red with a large amount of blood. But this time the body started to change, but it stopped moving halfway through the change. It was obvious that without the head everything would not work.

Everything happened so fast. It took Su Bei less than 5 seconds from taking action to cutting off Amel's head.

It only took two seconds from the moment Amel went wrong to the moment he died.

Amel, who looked arrogant before, turned into a corpse without even transforming into a monster.

There was no way, after several battles, all kinds of information and weaknesses that these monsters could change had been completely known to Zhuang Cai and the others.

Ordinary cultists turn into monsters whenever they die, even if their death is caused by a head injury.

To stop this change is to chop off their heads before they transform into monsters.

The weak point of the monster it transforms into is also the head. As long as it causes a certain amount of damage to the head, the monster can also die.

It can be known that this complete change is irreversible, and after the change, it will become a mindless monster.

The only chance to stop it is to do a last-ditch attack during the few seconds after death when it transforms into a monster.

And a flesh-and-blood monster like Amel, who is obviously like a mini-boss, must be much stronger.

They can also use a little of the power of flesh and blood monsters when they are human, but not much.

They change more quickly and use some means to prevent others from interfering when they change.

After switching to a monster, even if his head is seriously injured, he will not necessarily die unless you chop his entire head into pieces or separate his head completely from his body.

That means there are fewer weaknesses.

Among them, the best way is to cut off its head completely when it is still a human and when it is completely unresponsive.

In this way, he will not turn into a monster even after he dies.

This is something that has not been verified, but it is the most likely method based on his experience.

And the only one among the three of them who can do this is Southern Jiangsu and Northern Jiangsu.

It can paralyze the enemy in the blink of an eye without them being alert, and then chop off the enemy's head instantly without the enemy being able to fight back.

Now South, Jiangsu and North have proven that the experience gained by the three of them is correct and reasonable.

It proved that under his sneak attack, unless he was strong enough, he would basically have no power to fight back.

At this time, the cultists on the city wall who had come to their senses began to shout loudly without hesitation.

Their skin begins to fall off and they voluntarily transform into monsters.

However, it is much easier to deal with these monsters now.

Under the extremely fast blessing brought by the two spells, Nan Subei once again pulled out the cloak and covered himself. Everyone could only see the distortion of space.

Then there was a rapid killing feast in southern Jiangsu and northern Jiangsu.

Until the last bloody monster's head was pierced and fell on the wooden wall, almost all the soldiers could only watch blankly.

Looking at the direction of the blade, the space was distorted again, and something like cloth was lifted off, revealing the figure of Nan Su Bei.

Looking at the blank figures of these people, Nan Subei suddenly smiled and said: "What are you looking at? I don't know how to say thank you."

"Ah? Oh, yes, thank you, thank you for saving us." The colonel came back to his senses and said quickly.

But at this time, there was no trouble in southern Jiangsu and northern Jiangsu. He knew that the situation on the other side was also more urgent.

He quickly ran down again, and everyone on the wooden wall could only stare blankly at his sudden departure. After a while, he quickly ran back with two buckets of things.

Two barrels of fuel were placed on the wooden wall.

"Come and see if this is fuel that your ship can use?"

Upon hearing this, the colonel immediately ran over and almost knelt down, lowering his body to look at the two barrels of fuel.

After a brief look, I opened the lid and smelled it, and the expression on my face became more and more surprised.

Nodding frantically: "Yes, yes, we can save the fuel, and we can leave this hellish place."

Hearing this, the surrounding soldiers began to cheer, even though they had just passed the crisis of death.

This sudden emotion of surviving a disaster made them want to release like crazy.

But at this time, South and North Jiangsu covered the oil.

Looking at the figures of these soldiers, he said: "It is not a kind act for me to bring fuel to you and save you.

I need you to sail to the other side of the island, to the cultists' camp. Go attack those cultists' camps. "

"Ah! Us?"

The colonel was stunned by Nan Subei's words and couldn't help but point at himself.

Wanting to make sure he heard correctly.

They had just been defeated by these ordinary cultists, and now they were asked to attack the cultists' camp. What was the difference between that and death?

Nan Subei nodded and said directly: "You should also know that these cultists are here specifically to trap you.

Although it may be a bit desperate to say this, they should have a ship, and these two barrels of fuel were stolen from them.

And you are not the main force. What I mean is for you to sail over. If the main attacking force is unable to attack in the end, there will at least be a way out. "

At this time, the colonel reacted: "So you are the people on the airship, right?"

Nan Subei nodded: "Yes, our people are attacking the camp. I just discovered that a bunch of them are coming towards you, so I came here to help you.

I forgot to tell you, when I fell off on the first day, I watched you all day long. "

When facing Nan Jiang and Northern Jiangsu, both the colonel and the soldiers behind him looked strange.

If Nansu Bei hadn't performed very well, they might have controlled Nansu Bei now, snatched his fuel, and fled abruptly.

But the performance of South and North Jiangsu just now also told them that they could only follow the words of South and North Jiangsu.

Because even now Nansu and Bei seem to be able to do it with ease, and their physical strength is not spent as much.

While they were struggling, the colonel's messenger suddenly thought of something, squatted down and said a few words in the colonel's ear.

After hearing these words, the colonel's eyes couldn't help but widen.

With a surprised look on his face, he said loudly: "Okay, no problem, we will sail to help you and teach those damn cultists a lesson!"

Although they didn't know why, they suddenly became so passionate again, but Nan Su and Bei still nodded happily.

As for resisting betrayal?

That would be a bit disrespectful to oneself.

……

On the other side, Zhuang Cai and the others have already met.

They are organizing their formation and heading towards the enemy's camp.

Their figures were soon discovered by the cultists' sentry.

A cultist quickly rushed into the sacrifice site.

The high priest who was presiding over the sacrifice stared at the man who rushed in with an unkind expression.

"You better have a valid reason."

The cultist said loudly: "No, high priest, a group of people are coming towards us with weapons."

"Oh, walking towards our camp? Still holding weapons?" You can clearly hear the high priest's voice with a slightly sarcastic smile.

The cultist who sent the order nodded: "They said they were people on the airship."

"Then let Manniu lead people to deal with them."

Hearing this, the cultist who was delivering the message couldn't help but slightly raised his head, looked at the high priest, and said silently: "Master Manniu, he is dead."

"What? When did it happen?"

The high priest stopped his movements and asked in shock.

A leader-level person died, and he didn't even know.

The so-called Man Niu was the one who attacked Zhuang Cai and the others last night.

"last night."

Only then did the high priest react, and he asked Barbarian Bull and Mesio to bring Milan.

Now that the enemies are coming to the door, it seems normal for this bull to die.

The high priest came back to his senses after hearing this, but now that the ceremony was about to be carried out, he was not in the mood to care about other things. He continued: "Then let Mesio go, and the ceremony cannot be disturbed in any way." The cultist who delivered the order lowered his head lower: "Lord Meseo... may be in danger. "

This time, there was an obviously shocked expression on the high priest's face, and he asked in disbelief: "When did it happen? Didn't he bring the container back smoothly?"

The sight of Milan being brought back made the high priest at that time completely unable to take care of anything, and started the advent ceremony on the spot.

You brought everyone back, but you ended up dying?

The cultist who delivered the order said: "Lord Barbarian Bull died while attacking the enemy's camp, and the container was secretly captured by a traitor planted by Lord Meseo.

Lord Macio did not come back to stop the enemy on the way. Now that the enemy has come, it may be..."

"Wait a minute, where is such a powerful person on the airship who can kill them all?"

The high priest finally grasped the point and asked.

He knew these two people, and they were both people who had been blessed by a stronger person.

How could the trash on the airship kill them? Or were they both killed?

"There were three passers-by on the airship. They were very strong, very strong. We were no match for them.

And now they rushed to the camp with the remaining people in the airship and weapons. "

The high priest took a deep breath, not understanding why things had become serious.

But now is clearly not the time to pursue these matters.

He took out three blood beads from his arms.

However, two of the three blood beads were already dim. The moment he took them out, under his eyes, the last blood bead also became dim.

Seeing this scene, the high priest's eyes widened, full of disbelief.

"Trash, they are all trash!"

He cursed, crushed the blood beads in his hand, and threw the residue on the ground.

But he immediately regained his composure, his god was looking at him, and the most important thing now was at hand.

Looking at what these people were thinking, they suddenly said something.

“Order everyone not to leave the camp, protect the ceremony, and stop the enemy.

My god has cast his sight, and the heroic battle will return to my god's body, draining the last drop of blood.

The coming of my god will revive the brave warriors. "

Then he no longer hesitated and immediately started the ceremony again.

Milan, who was lying on the altar, was slowly floating up.

The high priest himself held up his bone staff and muttered unknown words in a voice full of madness and piety.

At this time, Zhuang Cai and the others were already standing on the outskirts of the bloody camp.

There was almost no concealment of their coming presence.

Looking at the entire bloody camp.

The smell of blood carried a stench and could penetrate into their nostrils.

The bones that were pierced all over the outside of the camp, as well as some of the skin and rotten flesh that had been peeled off, made them feel sick.

Angel looked at the entire camp and frowned: "Why? Why don't they rush out?"

This was inconsistent with what he had seen in the past two days. One or two of these cultists were completely crazy, but now they were standing at the gate of the camp, but these cultists were unwilling to come out to fight inside the camp.

He stood at the guard tower and the door and stared at them, the malice in his eyes so obvious and piercing.

But only when these cultists rush out can their weapons be effective. It would be too dangerous if they rushed in without knowing much about the inside of the camp.

Standing outside the camp, Zhuang Cai looked at the situation in the camp.

Then he looked at the people behind him.

He reached into his arms and pulled out a thick stack of charms.

He reached out and cast the spells, and the spells began to float in circles under his control. The dense spells began to stick to the legs of the people behind him along his control.

It's just that each person only has one, and it's only attached to the leg.

Looking at the almost completely consumed stride talisman, Zhuang Cai sighed silently.

These are all money. He just took a lot of money and threw it away like a goddess scattering flowers.

But now is not the time to talk about this.

Even Yang Rongrong was nearby, staring at Zhuang Cai in shock.

She clearly knew the approximate price of these charms, because the guild sometimes purchased some of Zhuang Cai's overflow charms from him.

"These charms can make you very fast. Don't panic when the battle begins." Zhuang Cai explained simply.

Then he pinched out 4 more talismans.

The four talismans formed a talisman array and began to spiral out of the way by Zhuang Cai.

The spiral spell flew all the way to the entrance of the camp, and then burned up.

A dark cloud appeared inexplicably on the top of the camp, and then heavy rain fell.

The inexplicable heavy rain started to drip around the camp.

Seeing this scene, the team members who followed Zhuang Cai and the others were stunned.

They clearly knew how the rain came from the beginning to the end.

He looked at Zhuang Cai blankly.

Ali couldn't help but push up his glasses.

"It's really...incomprehensible."

This is already changing the celestial phenomena, and they have not seen this phenomenon so far.

Combat power and the ability to change the weather are two completely different concepts in their minds.

Totally different.

Inexplicably, their morale began to rise crazily. Zhuang Cai's god-like methods that they couldn't understand drove them crazy.

Only when Yang Rongrong approached the village silently did she quietly ask: "Why is it raining?"

"Cold them to death."

"Ah?" Yang Rongrong was stunned.

She didn't expect such a reply at all.

"It's very cold now, and when the rain falls, they either huddle in their tents to hide from the rain, but now that we are outside, they can't hide.

Then they can only stay in the rain. It's ice and snow here. If they get wet and start fighting later, wouldn't we have a big advantage? "

Hearing this, Yang Rongrong's eyes couldn't help but become a little surprised.

"Hi~ Yes, are you a genius?"

"Yes."

Zhuang Cai smiled, and then his expression turned serious.

The effect of the four stacked spells he placed was not to expand the range of the spells, but to almost cover the entire camp. The superimposed effect was to make the rain heavier.

It turned into a heavy rain.

And now the goal is achieved.

The cultists in the camp also discovered this, and they were forced to soak in the rain in the ice and snow.

What's even more problematic is that this rain has completely destroyed their faith, even if they believe in evil gods.

But Zhuang Cai's method somewhat shattered their world view. Before the war started, the morale of the originally crazy and pious cultists became inexplicably low.

The high priest who was presiding over the entire ceremony had no intention of worrying so much.

Zhuang Cai tried his best to provide their side with the advantages they could have at this time, and the only thing left was to fight.

"rush!"

Zhuang Cai yelled and then bore the brunt.

Yang Rongrong had transformed into a monster with scales and followed closely behind.

The moment he rushed into the camp, Zhuang Cai threw out a bunch of spells.

It turned into daggers all over the sky, flying towards the heads of the surrounding cultists under his control.

Seven or eight figures fell down in an instant.

What followed was the sound of gunshots.

Yang Rongrong rushed to the front.

The two of them had to quickly clear away the cultists standing at the door and clear a place for those who came later to perform.

Avoid accidental injury.

Then the charms on everyone's feet burned.

The light speed has once again increased the morale of these people, and now they have no idea how to lose.

There is a blind sense of victory.

(End of this chapter)