"Next, I will act with you."

Looking at the mercenaries in front of him, Fang Zheng spoke up. He had just learned from other people that this was a mercenary group called "Rainbow Light". They were a very famous mercenary group in the North and had a good reputation. Of course, it was not cheap to hire these people.

But for the Temple, any problem that can be solved with money is not a problem.

If money could solve the problem of the six-armed snake demon, Fang Zheng had no doubt that the Temple would just use the money to smash that guy to death.

Just now, Fang Zheng took a quick look at the mercenary group and found that their professional combination was quite reasonable. The middle-aged man standing in front of him was their leader, and behind him were three warriors dressed in the same way. Then there were two giants who looked more suitable for playing basketball. They were barbarians unique to the North, and their professions were... barbarians, of course.

In addition, the team also has a thin thief, two shooters - one of whom is an elven shooter, and a mage.

I have to admit that even from a player's perspective, Fang Zheng thinks this team is strong enough. They have MT, DPS, and control, but they lack a healer...By the way, where is Fina?

"I'm here, Mr. Founder."

At this moment, the priestess also came over holding the scepter. Fang Zheng found that the presence of this priestess seemed not very strong. At least after Shi Dong and the others came, she disappeared. In fact, even Fang Zheng forgot about her for a while, but now... cough cough, fortunately he remembered her again.

"Let's go."

After counting the number of people, Fang Zheng quickly gave orders, and the mercenaries just nodded, followed Fang Zheng silently, and then walked towards the ruins.

This is different from what we agreed.

Looking at the mercenaries following him silently, Fang Zheng felt a little depressed. He had originally thought that according to the routine of the novels he often read, someone should jump out and question whether he had the ability. Then he would come up with a face-slapping plot. Although Fang Zheng thought this might be a bit of a waste of time, he was mentally prepared.

As a result... these mercenaries didn't do what they wanted at all. The leader didn't even express any opinions, but just nodded as if they agreed!

It turns out that reality is not as dramatic as the script, or maybe I am not destined to be the protagonist?

Thinking of this, Fang Zheng felt a surge of emotion in his heart. If he thought about it carefully, the second generation of rich people acting arrogantly on the streets would only appear in novels. Anyway, he had never seen such a thing in reality... Basically, those who did this were all finished.

Forget it, if you don’t want to slap me in the face, then don’t slap me in the face. Time is tight now, so it’s more important to hurry on.

The night deepens.

Shrouded in darkness, the entire ruins fell into a dead silence. The pitch-black darkness enveloped almost everything, and more importantly, in this situation, Fang Zheng and his friends could not light torches for illumination. After all, there were only the cultists here, and they could have bonfire parties without restraint, but if he did the same, it would be the same as the police whistling sirens when they went out to catch criminals.

The cultists were naturally very cunning, and although Fang Zheng could clearly see the fire they had lit in the center of the ruins, Nymph's radar scan also told him that there were also many eyes hidden in the ruins nearby.

I have to admit that these cultists are very patient. You know, winter nights can be very cold, and places like the Dark Swamp are even colder. Fang Zheng and his friends were able to escape because of the protection from the cold that Fina provided, but those cultists obviously did not have such good benefits. The reason why cultists are cultists is not just because they have embarked on a wrong path of faith. Cultists have given up order, so they cannot use magic and skills like ordinary professionals in this world. They can only gain power through other means, such as signing a contract with the devil of hell and selling their souls. Or like the destruction wizard, use the fire of hell to achieve their goals.

This is why the Destruction Mage, although he despises Charles, a bald man, still needs to rely on his strength. This is because after becoming a cultist, no matter how powerful they were before, it has left them. They cannot use order spells, nor can they use order skills...

In other words, on this freezing cold night, while Fang Zheng and the others were leisurely enjoying the power of the "protection from cold" spell while hurrying on their way, the cultists were huddled in the ruins, shivering and keeping watch...

To a certain extent, they are indeed fanatical and loyal.

Unfortunately, in the face of black technology, their fanaticism and loyalty are useless. Nymph can easily scan the vital signs of these people, and she can even clearly mark the field of vision of each cultist!

So Fang Zheng's itinerary immediately changed from "Ten-Man Ruins" to "Allied Death Squad". Under Nymph's guidance, he easily led other mercenaries to avoid the searches of the cultists on the periphery and gradually approached the center of the ruins.

At this moment, the patience of the Destruction Mage was finally exhausted.

Something is not right.

He stared at the dark wilderness outside and clenched his hands. Although the news that the Destruction Mage had just received from his servants was that the stupid mage was attacked by wolves, which delayed him for some time, the Destruction Mage did not really believe this excuse. As time went by, he felt that something was wrong. Although the idiot was stupid, he would not give up this opportunity. Could there be something wrong with this?

Thinking of this, the Destruction Mage seemed a little anxious. He was once a mage, and a prophecy mage. If it were in the past, he could cast his spells and quietly peek at some changes from the prophecy and the future. But now, he has lost this ability - no, it should be said that he has given up this ability.

Because as a prophecy mage, the future he saw was so heavy that he couldn't breathe. He despairingly discovered that the future was a fate that could not be changed, let alone escaped. A momentary choice could never change the final result. Because of this, he chose to leave the Order camp and join the Day of Destruction.

Since it cannot be changed or escaped, let it all be completely destroyed.

The nostalgia for the past only made a small turn in the mind of the destruction wizard, but did not cause any waves. Those days were never good for him. He once naively and childishly believed that as long as he could foresee the future, he could control his own destiny. But after that, he despairingly discovered that sometimes being a fool who knows nothing can make you happier.

"Begin the ceremony immediately."

Thinking of this, the Destruction Mage made a decisive decision. He turned his head and looked behind him. On the altar, the previously broken six-armed snake demon statue had been pieced together and placed there. At this moment, its body was shining with a faint and evil green light. I don't know if it was an illusion, but under the shining light, the originally broken statue seemed to be gradually healing.

In front of the statue, a ring was floating there. It was the ring that Charles had given to the Destruction Mage before. But at this moment, the ring seemed to be emitting a faint green light...

"You guys, come here."

The Destruction Mage stretched out his hand and pointed at several cultists standing not far from him. Those cultists walked up to the Destruction Mage without hesitation, their expressions were serious and cold, as if they had no independent consciousness.

"There's been a small problem. We need to start the ceremony immediately."

The Destruction Mage simply gave a brief explanation and then issued an order.

"Prepare for the sacrifice."

"yes."

Hearing the order from the Destruction Mage, the cultists nodded without hesitation, and then the leader strode forward, came to the altar and picked up the dagger.

And at this moment, suddenly, the Destruction Mage turned his head and looked up into the sky.

There, he saw the shining light of Holy White streaking through the dark night sky like a meteor, swooping straight down in the direction where he and the others were.

Enemy attack!!