"You did a good job. It seems that you have got what you want?"
Sitting on a stone chair, a man in a black robe was smiling and looking at the wizard in front of him. His clothes looked very inconspicuous, and one might even mistake him for an ordinary person. But as long as you look at his face, you will immediately abandon this wrong idea.
Under the black robe was a face that looked as if it had been burned by charcoal and had become thin and withered. There were patches of hard skin all over his cheeks. As he spoke, the muscles on his face began to tremble, and one could even see faint sparks coming out from the gaps between the patches of hard skin. In fact, he looked like a moving human furnace. Even if one simply approached him, one would be forced back by the scorching heat.
This is the Destruction Mage. They have abandoned the shackles of mortals and used their bodies as a furnace to absorb and obtain the endless flames from hell. What flows in their bodies is not blood, but magma. What beats in their chests is not a heart, but a rolling torrent of flames. In fact, the moment they absorb the flames of hell, they are no longer human, but some kind of creatures made of terrible hellfire.
"Yes, it is just as you thought, Master..."
Hearing the words of the Destruction Mage, a mage in front of him bowed his head respectfully, then reached into his arms and took out a strange amethyst ring.
He was a middle-aged man with a very ordinary appearance. Unlike the Destruction Mage, this ordinary-looking man wore a luxurious robe with a white background and gold edges. On the back of the robe was a painting of a flying eagle, and in its claws, it held a white scale!
If a spellcaster, such as Fina, saw his wizard robe, she would definitely scream in surprise. Because this symbol is the symbol of the White Tower of Heaven, one of the most powerful spellcasting organizations on this continent and a core member of the Order Alliance!
This symbol alone is enough to inspire awe, but to the Mage of Destruction, the man in front of him is nothing more than a used and discarded chess piece.
A stupid betrayer.
Looking at the man in front of him, a cold smile appeared in the eyes of the Destruction Mage. Everyone thinks that the Church of the Day of Destruction is greedy and evil, but they do not tolerate betrayal. For any believer of the Church of the Day of Destruction, when they decide to abandon order and throw themselves into the arms of chaos and destruction, it means that they have made the final choice. They may fight to the death with the guardian of order, but this does not mean that they will appreciate the betrayal of order. In the eyes of the Destruction Mage, once a person makes a choice, he must be responsible for his decision. Whether it is falling into chaos or throwing himself into order, since the decision has been made, it must be adhered to until the last moment.
Anyone who made a decision and then betrayed his faith in the end cannot be trusted by the Day of Destruction. Their fickleness proves that they have no real faith. Neither the fanatical pursuit of destruction nor the sworn protection of order are visible in them. In fact, these villains are just selfish, stupid, and slightly useful pawns.
They are not a cowardly organization like the Dusk Legion where traitors huddle together for warmth. The pilgrimage to the Day of Destruction is a sacred ritual that cannot be desecrated, and they will never allow those half-hearted guys to sneak in and pass themselves off as genuine.
The Destruction Mage knew why the man in front of him betrayed the order. It was nothing more than angry revenge, family honor, the death of relatives and other boring things. These were meaningless. Since you have committed to destruction, you must be prepared to be completely destroyed. Even fools without faith will eventually get an equal ending. What the skeletons of the Ten Thousand Deaths Council said still made sense. No existence can transcend death, and in the face of the coming day of destruction, everyone is equal.
If I didn't need his strength now, I would have eliminated this traitor long ago.
Thinking of this, the Destruction Mage collected his thoughts and looked at the Mage in front of him again. Then he snapped his fingers, and soon the ring floated up quietly and fell into the hands of the Destruction Mage.
"As long as we have this ring, we can lift the seal on the border. Very good, the Church of the Day of Destruction will not forget your contribution, and you will definitely be able to obtain everything you want. Now you can go back, but remember to bring the sacrifice on time."
"Thank you, Master. It is my honor to serve you."
Hearing the words of the Destruction Mage, the middle-aged man showed a fearful expression on his face. He lowered his head excitedly, suppressed his inner joy, and answered in a low voice. Then a ray of light appeared on his body, and the next moment the mage disappeared into thin air.
Watching the middle-aged man leave, a hint of barely visible disdain flashed across the eyes of the Destruction Mage.
After all, it is just the ignorance of mortals.
Time stopped.
When Fang Zheng jumped out of the bushes, everything had frozen. Whether it was the wind, shadows, light, or even the dancing flames and flying sparks, they all stayed where they were. Fang Zheng leaped out like a ghost, the Sky-breaking Sword in his hand flashed with a cold light, and then silently pierced into the back of the cultist closest to him.
Backstab of justice!
The cultist's body trembled slightly, but he didn't react. Fang Zheng didn't care about that. He rolled forward quickly, drew out his sword, and slashed at the other cultist.
Hack with kindness!
The silver-white sword blade silently drew an arc in the air, passed by the cultist's neck, and then leaped up like a poisonous snake and pierced into the throat of the third cultist.
Friendly blows...well, I can't make it up anymore.
Fang Zheng certainly didn't dare to use any skills. He stopped time, but time would eventually return to normal. Although he could directly use a divine storm to blast these guys into pieces, when time was stopped, the sound of his explosive skills would also be heard.
Fortunately, after being strengthened by the Zerg, Fang Zheng's speed was extremely fast, almost the same as that of a Zergling with a speed boost. Not to mention that in the world of Dark Souls, Fang Zheng had already learned how to kill enemies most efficiently. He shuttled back and forth between the cultists as if he was in an empty space. The shining sword light was light and elegant, brushing the bodies of the cultists like a breeze. In the blink of an eye, with the silver light falling to the ground, Fang Zheng's figure quietly appeared beside the last cultist, and then he turned his head and took a look.
At this moment, time began to flow again.
“Puff!!”
At the same time, the chest of the first cultist whose heart was pierced by Fang Zheng suddenly exploded, and blood spurted out. The cultist's eyes widened, and he opened his mouth, wanting to say something, but fell to the ground weakly.
This was like the beginning of a domino effect. The cultists fell to the ground one by one in silence, losing their voices. They stared with their eyes wide open, as if they couldn't believe what was happening to them. But these cultists didn't know that they had actually died dozens of seconds before.
And now, they are just experiencing the process.
If nothing else, it is very useful for assassinations.
Looking at this scene, Fang Zheng nodded in his heart. The time ability used in assassination is indeed hard to defend. If it is combined with a dagger dipped in poison, it will probably be very effective. Even if the opponent feels that he has dodged, he can be caught back and attacked again. Or just kill him with one strike and then retreat quietly, and the opponent will not even have time to react.
But anyway, everything went well.
Sheathing his sword, Fang Zheng turned around and gestured to Fina who was hiding in the bushes.
Saving lives is important.
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