As for Galan, her attack method is much simpler.

She was not as flashy as Baili Pangpang, nor as powerful as Cao Yuan. She was like a drifting bouquet of flowers that flew into the crowd, strolling leisurely amid the dense rain of attacks.

When seeing a new recruit with a high fighting level or a special character in the Forbidden Ruins, Galan would simply exchange a few moves with him and then knock him out with one punch.

Seeing that the level in all aspects was average, I was stunned without saying a word.

It was such a simple and plain way of attack, but it caused the recruits around her to fall down in large numbers. She was like an emotionless hammering machine, quickly clearing a vacuum zone around her.

An Qingyu stood there motionless, carrying the black coffin on his back. Countless frost vines broke out of the ground beneath his feet and intertwined around him. At the same time, he fought with many different recruits.

An Qingyu calmly pushed his glasses down. Under the pale lenses, his eyes exuded a faint grayness as he slowly scanned the many new recruits...

"Let me see, where are you...hiding?" he muttered to himself.

…

"Something doesn't seem right?"

Three members of the Church of the Ancient God who were mixed in with the new recruits looked at the chaotic battlefield in front of them with strange expressions.

"These few people... don't seem like Lord Qianmo?"

"Yes, they appeared at the same time, which means that it was not a tactical illusion created by Lord Qianmo by relying on the time difference. They could only be Lord Qianmo's incarnations... But Lord Qianmo's strength has been suppressed. How could he have so many powerful incarnations?"

"But, didn't they say they were from the Ancient God Church? If not Lord Qianmo, who else could they be?"

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

"I think I understand..."

"What?"

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

"No way? If they are not our people, why would they kill the instructor, remove the monument to suppress the ruins, and destroy this training camp? And they predicted our motives so accurately?"

"Haven't you figured it out yet?" The skinny recruit pointed at the members of the Nightfall team and said, "Their attacks may seem fierce and deadly, but in fact, every move avoided the vital points. They just knocked out the recruits and threw them aside...

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

I think that the so-called deaths of instructors were all illusions created by them, with the purpose of building an atmosphere of desperation and stimulating the potential of these recruits.

They have never been members of the Church of the Ancient God. They are just using the Church of the Ancient God as a cover to scare the new recruits... the main body of the Nightfall team."

The more the skinny recruit spoke, the angrier he got. He was extremely unhappy at the feeling of being made fun of.

In the final analysis, all these misunderstandings were because the team of recruits where they were hiding did not encounter any members of the Night Team. Otherwise, just from the Night Team's actions of showing mercy, they would have been able to detect that something was wrong. Moreover, the fake corpses used to deceive the recruits could not deceive the eyes of these experts.

From the very beginning, they had preconceived notions that Lord Qianmo must have taken the initiative, and then they were led by the nose by Expert Shen and completely fell into the opponent's trap.

"Are they really the Nightfall team?" The young recruit frowned, "So what should we do next?"

"It doesn't matter. From the intelligence we have now, the Nightfall team is just disguising themselves as the Church of the Ancient God. They probably don't realize our existence. We are still in the dark." The skinny new soldier analyzed calmly.

"It's a chaotic battle right now. As long as we blend in with the new recruits and use our disguise to 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 that Lord Qianmo hasn't made a move yet!"

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

"What's more, we still have this thing..." The skinny recruit reached into his arms, his fingertips touched something cold, and the corners of his mouth rose slightly, "I spent a lot of effort to get this thing out. In this case, it has the ability to turn the situation around."

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

"That's right. With that thing here, even Nightfall... can't last long."

…

"It's him!"

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

A certain golden energy flowing in his body and deep within his soul emitted an unprecedented light, as if it were a long-awaited reunion, or like cheering and rejoicing.

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

Song——!

At this moment, a dark red light shot out from a distance in the night sky!

He was a young man with six dark red wings on his back and a straight knife in his hand. His red eyes stared at Lin Qiye in the crowd. Deep in his pupils, there was unprecedented anger and confusion.

The anger comes from his divine ruins, and the confusion comes from himself.

Lu Baoyou 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 Monkey King mask took action, the divine power and divine influence in his body became restless, driving him to come here immediately, eager to fight with that man!

The instinct engraved in his bones told him that the man... was his nemesis.

Killing him is Lu Baoyou's mission.

Subconsciously, Lu Baoyou spread his dark red wings and flew towards Lin Qiye from the rooftop in the distance!

Seeing the golden light appearing in the eyes of the masked man, Lu Baoyou seemed to have thought of something, and a solemn look appeared in his eyes.

Is that... the 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:

“…Power comes at a price.

I can give you the power and potential to surpass all living beings, but at the same time, I need you to do one thing for me... Within ten years, no matter what method you use, find and kill the agent of the Seraphim Michael.

If you can't, in ten years, I will take your soul as interest for the power I borrowed.

So, your answer is..."

Boom!

The dark red light slammed heavily onto the ground in front of Lin Qiye. The terrifying might of the fallen angel exploded, shocking all the recruits behind him and forcing them to step back several steps, looking at the scene in front of them in horror and confusion.

"Agent of Seraph?"

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

"I'm here to kill you."

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