city ​​of sanctuaries

Chapter 1253 Riot
Prilles cursed secretly in his heart and was about to go out. Then, frequent explosions and killing sounds came from the outside world.

Is it a riot of criminals?

Presley's heart skipped a beat and his brows furrowed.

Prisoner riots happen once or twice a month.

After all, people in hell are very irritable, and after not absorbing souls for a period of time, this irritability will expand tenfold and a hundred times.

However, he had never encountered such a big commotion before. After all, with the existence of the shackles of hell, he could only use [-]% of his strength, and the guards in the camp were enough to resist this kind of riot.

However, when Pulis came out of the camp, he could almost stuff a huge fist into his open mouth.

Those prisoners have already broken into the camp? !
What about the shackles on them?Why are there no shackles on them? !
Because of the restraint of the shackles, the overall strength of these prisoners has been weakened to about one tenth of the original, and ordinary riots can be easily resisted by the demonic creatures and guards in the camp.

But now, the entire camp is faced with a group of prisoners who have been hungry for more than a week, with red eyes and crazy eyes.

The most frightening thing is that they are controlled by the shackles of hell, and everyone can exert 100% of their strength!
Damn!

Presley realized that the camp was about to be declared broken, that he needed help, and that he needed help immediately.

He turned around and wanted to go back and leave this ghost place through the magic teleportation array, but a figure suddenly blocked him.

Chris licked his lips and said with a smile: "Hey, friend, where do you want to go? Run away? As a soldier, running away is a shameful thing."

Fang Tian suddenly appeared next to Chris. He glanced at Prisley and said, "Chris, I'll go inside and have a look. I'll leave the outside to you, and solve it soon."

"Hey, leave it to me, Xiaoyi."

In fact, Fang Tian never thought that the defense of the entire camp would be so weak. At first, he thought about falling into the camp to cause chaos, and then attacking aggressively, but was stopped by Chris.

Knowing the extent of the camp's defenses in advance, Chris took the fastest and quickest method.

Frontal attack.

The noise outside seemed to have nothing to do with Fang Tian. He pushed open the door of the storage room behind the camp.

In the storage room, several magic circles were running smoothly.

Soul energy is blocked in the magic circle.

These soul energies are the purpose of their trip.

With soul energy, these prisoners can survive, and they can also rely on soul energy to buy more prisoners to do things for them, expand their power, and launch attacks on the enemy.

That's the rough plan Chris has drawn up.

It sounds very unreliable.

Fang Tian thought he could give it a try, and if he failed, he would choose to try the second option at that time, relying on the frontal attack of these prisoners to attract the attention of the Seventeenth Prison Army, and then it would not be too late to find a way to sneak into the Tower of Calamity.

Then, Fang Tian shifted his gaze to several large warehouses behind the warehouse.

What's hiding there...

Shouldn't it be?

Pushing open the warehouse door, Fang Tian's eyes lit up with all kinds of ores piled up in the warehouse.

Unfortunately, he couldn't distinguish too many types of ores, and he wasn't sure if there were any ores that were missing for building the gate of the sanctuary.

Taking them all away from here is also an unrealistic thing, but well.

Seeing these ores, Fang Tian thought of the hell-type summoning skills again.

These ores may become good resources and be sacrificed to hell.

Sacrifice to hell with things from hell?
Should be no problem, right?
Fang Tian thought about it.

"Chris, you said that we might need to storm the center of the Seventeenth Prison, right?"

As he spoke, Chris' figure suddenly appeared next to Fang Tian, ​​"That's right, Fang Tian, ​​these ores are also in the plan. They are prepared for you. We will need a lot of summoned creatures by then. During this period of time we will accumulate a large amount of ore, ahem, I think you are already familiar with this, you know more than me."

Indeed, Fang Tian already knows about the production of the hell magic circle.

Reaching out his hand, the red carving knife appeared in Fang Tian's palm.

Crouching down, Fang Tian lightly stroked the floor, ready to try burning some alchemy magic circles.

"Chris, I remember sacrificing souls seems to get more energy points?"

"You're right, Fang Tian, ​​but I don't recommend doing this. After all, we need these souls as the rations of those prisoners, and the role of soul energy is much greater than you imagined. Use them in the summoning magic circle It’s such a waste.”

"I see." Fang Tian waved his hand. Since he has so many ores, his need for souls is not so great. "The ores here are very large, and it will take a little time to digest the ores here."

"Hey, don't worry, occupy this place, have soul energy, spread the news, then there will be a steady stream of prisoners joining us, and we will need a period of time to repair and strengthen the team." Chris grinned grinningly: " It won't be too long, we will find the next target soon, and we will attack the next target before dark."

Fang Tian nodded, and it is better to leave these matters to Chris. All he has to do is to quickly collect energy and prepare to concentrate on arranging the magic circle.

"Cough cough." Chris coughed lightly, and said, "Fang Tian, ​​there is one more thing I have to interrupt you."

"how?"

"There's something I haven't asked you about. Can you absorb soul energy?"

Fang Tian was startled, then turned around and said, "Soul energy?"

"Hey, I can tell from your appearance that you haven't tried it yet." Chris spread his hands, "Forget it, it's expected, you come with me."

Fang Tian followed Chris out of the storage room and came to the magic circle at the entrance.

Three large magic circles that store souls.

For hell creatures, soul energy is the source of their survival. The temporary camp built here is actually a transfer station. The prisoners hand over the collected ore to the transfer station, and then exchange it for a little bit of soul to make a living.

If they can't hold on any longer, they will resist, but because of the chains of hell, this kind of resistance is basically easily suppressed.

The large magic circle in the room is like a sealing barrier, sealing all the souls inside the barrier.

"How do you feel?" Chris asked.

Fang Tian shook his head, he could clearly see the lingering souls in the magic circle, and he could also feel the energy contained in these pure souls.

As for other feelings, he can't feel them.

(End of this chapter)