Having dealt with the dark cultists here, Evan and Smith were ready to return.
After all, in the management center, in their offices, there is still a lot of work to be done.
However, at this moment, they felt as if they had forgotten something.
"Mr. Smith, do you feel the same way?"
"Yeah, that's true, but since neither of us can remember, it must be something unimportant, right?"
Smith said he didn't remember either, and it wasn't a big problem.
"That makes sense. Let's not waste any more time then, let's go back and continue working overtime..."
Wait, overtime? Oops… I suddenly remembered, haven't we forgotten about Vilia?
When it came to working overtime, Evan's memory suddenly became much sharper, and he remembered what he had forgotten.
Vilia, who had previously dealt with the Dark Cultists, was assigned to guard the passageway to prevent further attacks from Dark Cultists outside that could affect the settlement.
As for how Evan came up with the idea, he thought about work and realized he couldn't suffer alone, and that there were others who hadn't been forced to work.
"That's right, we actually forgot about Vilia. How can that be? Good brothers should stick together through thick and thin. Call him back right now to work overtime together. We can't be the only two of us working in the office."
Smith exclaimed that it was a close call, as Vilia had almost escaped unscathed.
"The three of us will die together. It's just work, we can face it together, right?"
So they ran wildly toward the passage, searching for Veria.
Meanwhile, Vilia was still stationed at the passageway.
Why do I suddenly have a bad feeling, like someone is watching me?
Vilia, holding the lightning sword, waited idly. The Dark Cult hadn't arrived yet, so he could only keep practicing his sword swings.
It's tedious, but comfortable; at least he doesn't have to deal with a massive amount of work.
But just now, he suddenly felt a chill creep up his spine.
"Someone has ill intentions towards me. I don't even need to think about it; it must be those two."
I think I heard something just now; those people are probably really cultists...
So why hasn't anyone come here yet? Those fallen members of the Dark Order, they wouldn't just send a few people here without any preparation, would they?
Then it seems he won't be able to slack off here anymore; once Evan and Smith finish up, they'll come looking for him.
"A wonderful time to slack off... wait, it's really here! How thoughtful of me!"
Before he could finish his exclamation, the enhanced perception granted by the Thunder Sword, especially its enhanced perception of evil forces, made him realize that a large number of dark forces were approaching.
"There are a lot of them, but the quality is just so-so. Theoretically, I could handle them all by myself."
Gripping the lightning sword tightly, he signaled to the surrounding home guards to go into battle alert; the enemy was coming.
At this moment, inside the dark passage, two cultists were running wildly, each with an incense burner-like object hanging from their waists.
"Huff...huff...huff..."
They ran with all their might, not daring to stop for a moment, because if they slowed down even a little, what was behind them would probably rush over.
"roar……"
The Dark Erosion Beasts, the beings behind the two Dark Cultists, number more than fifty, all lured here by the scent of the incense burner.
As for what these two people were doing... it was certainly not performance art or a death challenge.
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