Extract skills and explore dungeons

The feather that Raphael transformed into has already turned into an energy state, spiraling around the entire battlefield to harvest the lives of the enemies.

Kafka opened a pair of huge bloody bat wings, and various bloody scarlet energies began to appear on the entire battlefield. The evil posture was even more evil than the enemy looked at.

From time to time, lightning strikes from the top of the enemy's head.

Lumbe knew that it was impossible for him to kill the enemy in front of him, so he paid special attention to their side of the battlefield.

Use lightning from time to time to clear or attack.

No one in the room could bear Lumbe's lightning, and every precise strike could directly make an enemy lose the ability to resist.

Greatly accelerated the death rate of the enemy.

At this moment, Scarfort, who was in front of Lombe, finally calmed down.

The first time I checked the battle area a little away from them.

At this time, their side is not optimistic.

"The Ghastlings are hunting again?"

"You still have to ask the obvious things, do you expect me to answer you? Why are you going to betray the light of the abyss?"

"Sure enough, my brain is not working well."

At this time, the enemy no longer wanted to communicate with him, and said something loudly to the battlefield.

Since it was the enemy's language, Lombe couldn't understand it well, but he could roughly hear the words related to retreat.

"They are going to retreat, leave a few more."

Hearing Lumbe's words, Raphael and the others on the battlefield immediately began to hold back the enemy in front of them.

However, after hearing the archbishop's words, more enemies fled towards Wei Scatter and rushed into the mist.

As for when they can walk back, it depends on their fortune.

At this moment Nascafort stared at Lombe: "Short, next time I will definitely pull out your tongue."

"That's what you said last time." Lombe shrugged disdainfully at the archbishop in front of him.

"Humph."

Scafford disappeared into the mist.

Lumbe didn't want to keep him. After all, the two sides had fought many times, and they both knew their respective abilities.

Trying to stall the enemy is just a waste of time.

Don't even think about killing the enemy.

After watching the enemy disappear, Lumbe opened his huge lightning palm and held the statue in his hand, crushing it into pieces.

Then the electric light gathered around Raphael and the others, and regrouped into the appearance of Lumbe.

"Hurry up, pack up the spoils and move on. The enemy already knows that our hunting operation is about to shrink the line of defense. Take this opportunity to kill a little more."

Raphael and the others had already expected it.

After packing up the loot, they led their respective teams into the mist.

Lombey and the others quickly prepared to move on.

At this time, Kane, who had just finished solving an enemy team, had already received a message from Lombe.

"I found out very quickly this time. Who did Lombe meet?" Kane muttered to himself.

If you just meet an ordinary team, just silence it.

Then Kane's words appeared in the ears of the explorers behind him.

"The action is about to speed up, get ready, we will go straight to the enemy's camp."

Hearing Kane's words, everyone immediately looked serious and quickened their pace of action.And began to quickly sort out the things on his body to make sure nothing would go wrong.

Except for Kane, Claire and the others, including Li Lulu, all did the same thing.

They still have a golden period of attacking the enemy now.

If you miss it, it will be difficult to cause too many casualties to the enemy. Maybe you will be trapped by the enemy, and the general will pay a high price for being trapped.

Scarfort, whom Lombe had met before, was now trying to find a way to quickly return to their forward camp.

Since they are outside the mist, the chaotic space here will make them lost in it.

So even if it is a distance of tens of kilometers, it may take a long time for them to rush back.

But for an enemy of colorful level like Scarfort, it doesn't take so much time.

Not to mention that they are already used to this area, and they can find some subtle rules from it, and accurately judge the direction they want to move forward.

No way, the enemy is not an idiot, and he will learn.

In 20 years of war both sides are learning from each other.

According to previous judgments, there are about three days of golden time.

So some irrelevant teams don't bother to waste time.

With a quick raid all the way, Kane and the others came to the target that had been planned for a long time.

The No. 4 route they had chosen early in the morning ended at the most marginal of the enemy's three forward camps.

This is also their goal this time.

In the past hunting operations, they never targeted the enemy's forward camp, and they hunted around their forward camp.

This is not that Kane and the others have no strength to launch an attack on the enemy's forward camp, but that Kane has never issued such a goal.

And now is the time.

They need the enemy to pay a painful enough price this time, and pay enough losses to take a break.

Give them time to get away and do their own thing.

Countless times before, they all wanted to raid the enemy's camp, but Kane refuted them all.

Kane, who possessed the vision of God and developed it perfectly, has always had a premonition that it is not the time, the opportunity is not yet.

Especially for these not very important decisions, Kane likes to listen to his hunches very much.

After all, attacking the enemy's camp is not necessarily a big deal.

But maybe you will surprise yourself in the future.

Looking at the target that was about to be reached in the distance, Kane immediately raised his left hand.

The explorers behind them stopped immediately, squatted down completely, and the module cloaks on them began to exert their maximum effect.

The universal energy turns into one after another white mist and flows in it, allowing them to completely merge with the surrounding white mist.

Even if you pass by explorers, you won't feel that there is anything hidden here, let alone these enemies.

Kane stared at the target in the distance, and the golden light in his eyes began to flicker.

The golden light has been flashing for nearly 10 minutes.

"Is the anti-prophecy?"

Prophecies against enemy camps have no effect.

Thinking about it carefully, it seems that there is no big problem.

After all, it is an important camp for the enemy, and it is normal to have anti-prophecy spells.

Even their fortresses also have anti-prophecies. On the contrary, Kane should worry about whether the enemy is cheating if there is no anti-prophecy.

The enemy's advanced camp in the distance has been fully revealed in Kane's eyes.

8 Chapter Eighty The Pope

A gigantic cathedral on the edge of mist.

The church is made of dark gray strange stone. The surrounding walls of the church can be clearly seen. Six stone pillars are recessed from the wall, rising into the sky, and the top is a slender spire.

The front is connected along six stone pillars, and finally a square tall spire is erected on the top to form the roof of the entire church.

The entire church is also equipped with a silver mirror, like glass, which is matched with the dark gray strange stone and the strange lines depicted on the building.

It gives people a feeling of dizziness and nausea like facing the deep light.

The entire church is one of the few that is related to the deep light, but it does not have the pattern of the tentacle sun that it symbolizes.

At this time, two figures in gray and white robes emerged from the fog around the church.

The two figures were completely shrunk in the gray robes, making it impossible to see anything except their height.

However, it can be seen from the height that these two figures do not seem to be human beings, because they are much taller than the surrounding knights or believers.

The guard knights patrolling around the church showed disdainful expressions when they saw the two, but they did not stop them.

Let them walk towards the church ahead.

These two figures who concealed their identities walked into the cathedral of the advance camp unimpeded all the way.

After entering, there is a huge prayer hall.

The glass-like silver mirror outside the church wall gathers the light from the outside into the prayer hall.

It makes the inside seem to be under the scorching sun, but after the light gathers, it is light silver, giving people a cold meaning.

An extremely finely built statue of the tentacle sun with perfect carvings stands at the end of the prayer hall.

The back of the statue is a silver mirror, which can see the mist rolling outside and reflect the surrounding candlelight.Make their light converge on the statue, so that the statue shows a strange feeling.

It is also inexplicably visible from the front, the faint silver light around the tentacle sun.

This makes the statue of the sun obviously not move at all, but it seems that the 6 tentacles around him are shaking up and down, emitting brilliance.

On the altar in front of the statue, a figure stood on the altar with his back to them.

It can be seen from this man's clothes that he has a very high status here.A sterling silver robe was draped over her body, and behind her was a sun embroidered with unusually fine six tentacles.

From the sun to his body, there are gray silk threads, and on the old white hair that hangs down is a laurel crown that shows his identity.

His laurel wreath is even more delicate and expensive than the archbishop's, and even standing there can give people a strange sense of oppression.

After the two men in gray robes came in, they stood at the door of the prayer hall without moving, waiting quietly.

After a while, the figure lowered its slightly raised head, and then turned around to look at the figure at the door.

"His Excellency the Pope."

At this time, the two figures nodded slightly and said.

Hearing the address of the two of them, the Pope nodded.

Until this time, the two dared to raise their heads to face the true face of the Pope.

The pope was like a kind old man, but he had a conspicuous scar on his face, which slid from the corner of his mouth to his jaw.

This scar destroyed his kindness, making him look a little weird, as if he had hidden violent emotions.

He looked at the two of them, opened his mouth slightly, and words like ethereal voices came out of his mouth.

"Aren't you afraid of being discovered by your kind? Why did you come here at such a time?"

"Your Excellency, we are here to hope that you can provide some more strength."

"If we want to start a turmoil, our numbers and strength are still not enough. If we can obtain the resources of the believers of the gods, it may be very simple."

The two hurriedly talked about their purpose.

Hearing what the two of them said, the pope didn't say anything, but just stared at them quietly.

"I've told you many times that believers in the gods are precious, and every believer who can enter is equally precious, and they all have their own devotion to the gods."

Hearing this, one of the gray-robed figures hurriedly said: "Then please give us the items that can gain power, His Excellency, we need to develop more manpower, so that we can better serve the gods."

Hearing this, the Pope narrowed his eyes slightly, staring at the two people below, until the two of them could hardly bear it, his voice came slowly.

"For the last time, I hope you can take actions that satisfy me."

After speaking, a scepter appeared in the pope's hand.

The scepter was three meters high, and the top was like a torch, from which a silver-gray flame burned.