They appear very casual and unsuspecting, but in reality, they have a trump card that can see through their disguise, so there's no need to be wary of them at that time.
"Ah, we've been exposed, fellow Dark Cultists. What brings you to our settlement?"
Evan wielded the Dawn Spear, and although he hadn't unleashed its full power, the light emanating from the spear already made the Dark Cultists feel distinctly uncomfortable.
"Damn it... Don't think we'll surrender easily. In terms of fighting strength, you might not be a match for us!"
Joels' consciousness returned to the real world. He knew he had been tricked, but he was not flustered at all.
"Your biggest mistake was handing this powerful weapon into my hands."
Your equipment is about the same, isn't it? But so what? Can your power stop my darkness?
The intense dark aura emanating from the mental weapon, and the resonance between the weapon and its user, caused Joels, who was originally a cautious person, to become arrogant.
"With this kind of power, I'm practically invincible!"
Well, it can be said that the darkening of the mind-armor system also has the effect of boosting the user's confidence.
Without the slightest hesitation, Joels swung his dark short sword and charged toward Smith.
Although he gained power and became arrogant, Joels was no fool.
He knew very well that he had no advantage. Among the Dark Cultists, he was the only one who possessed this special enhanced weapon, while the entire opposing team was equipped with it.
To break through the encirclement, first control Evan or Smith, so that the surrounding home guards will not dare to make any rash moves.
As for which one to choose between the two, Joels decisively chose Smith.
The current highest-ranking administrator of the settlement is so young; he may very well have some special talent.
Moreover, the light emanating from the Dawn Spear in Evan's hand did indeed make Joels feel uncomfortable.
The older one had dark circles under his eyes and an indescribable weariness; he didn't look strong at all. You have to pick on the weak!
That's a great idea, and logically sound.
However, he didn't notice that the moment he completed his target selection, several homeland guards glanced at him, their eyes filled with pity.
"That guy named Smith, you're finished!"
"Fine, fine, you choose me, right? I'll make you regret your decision today."
Smith was furious.
He had to work long hours and couldn't even find peace in retirement. He finally had a chance to fight his enemies and relax, but some dark cultist wanted to take him hostage.
The resentment in his heart erupted at this moment, and he swung his greatsword at Joels.
The broad blade swept across a large area, leaving Joels with nowhere to retreat.
He chose to raise the dark short sword, preparing to use the weapon and his hands to deflect the blow, and then continue to close the distance.
"No problem, I can handle this move..."
"Crack..."
His thoughts were interrupted when his short sword snapped cleanly in the face of the sweeping blow.
Or to be more precise, it was smashed to pieces by the greatsword.
"Huh?"
Almost without pause, the greatsword struck his hands, the sound of bones cracking rang out, and finally hit Joels' face.
"Whoosh... Bang..."
It spun in mid-air and crashed into the rock wall not far away.
He was defeated in one move. He was just trying to kidnap Smith, but now he's been slapped in the face so quickly.
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