As cheese and VIIa move closer to the monster, as bystanders of the battle, Lolo and euni around her have a strong sense of unreal. They are clearly here, whether they are grey robes or female mages. A few minutes ago, they were still talking with themselves, and they could touch each other as long as they reached out.


    But now, against the black rain in the sky and the huge monsters in the distance, the two people''s backs are more like legendary figures depicted in murals or other painting media. The world is not so rigid, but even the Dragon seems too reasonable in such a scene.


    The end of the adventure should not be such a thing. It should be a treasure chest, an old man, truth and enlightenment. What about this thing in front of us? Lolo didn''t see any value in defeating it. It was like a completely unreasonable charge. Lifting the lance at the windmill would get nothing but his own head.


    The caster emphasizes the existence of reason, and everything they do has a clear purpose, which makes people wonder what cheese is doing now? Is it necessary for the grey robe to protect the torrent? What''s more, although the monster in front of him is incomparably powerful, it may not be its opponent with its rushing strength.


    What is his pursuit? The dance festival had to think about this problem. As a member of the group, she should not have asked too much, but the scene in front of her forced her to think, forcing her to imagine what was driving the cheese to rush to the monster fearlessly and even enthusiastically. Is there something wrong with him? A disturbing conjecture suddenly appeared in her mind.


    It is said that there are two fates for Vampire Hunters: one is to die in the hands of a cunning vampire; the other is to become the next new vampire. It is very dangerous to pursue something aimlessly. The achievement of the goal can bring about suspension, and blind deepening will make you become a part of the explored things.


    There are so many such examples that she can''t help but worry that she will hear about the disaster caused by the grey robe in some place in a few years. But there is also a problem in this premonition. How can she be sure that they can win here?


    There was something wrong with the fight, and viva couldn''t say anything was wrong, but she just had that feeling. Everything seemed too reasonable. Things should not have been so reasonable. They are fighting against things they have never heard of, and the means, power, and methods of dealing with them are unknown. It''s going to be hard to fight.


    She was expected to reach the present situation, she should have at least a few injuries, and even irreparable physical disability. But look at it. She''s intact, except for two spells that don''t cost so much, she''s even recovering. It''s all due to the magic from cheese that nourishes the mages who walk in this dry land.


    When soldiers come, they will block it. Cheese in this period of time in the continuous offensive and defensive interpretation of these eight words, the evil spirit of the son of the offensive launched by his easy one by one.


    It''s too simple. Walking on the white sand with grey robe, there is a bit of confusion in his eyes. Recalling the battle of Tianmu, the terrible evil god was so despairing. On the contrary, his offspring''s attacks were not fatal, but so far they are still conventional.


    "Ambush." Cheese suddenly said this, and then reached for the arm of Viva who was holding the curse. His eyes glowed like something else in a human shell,


    "don''t resist me."


    The sorceress was stunned for a moment, and then she felt a magic force trying to get into her casting process. As the initiator of this spell, she instinctively wants to resist the power that disturbs her casting. Losing control of the spell will have serious consequences, at least the cost of one arm.


    But cheese''s words made her stop immediately. This short hesitation gave the magic power to take advantage of it. Before Viva really decided whether to give up resistance, she was surprised to find that the magic in front of her was no longer completely controlled by herself. It''s rapidly morphing and transforming from a spell she''s very familiar with to something new that she can''t keep up with.


    The sand shields strung together by the wool were scattered, and the fine thread adhering to the sand turned into a whip, and then it struck a sandy place. The ground trembled slightly. It was the last echo of something that had been hidden under the white sand forever. However, this does not prevent more sand pits from coming into being and make the human bodies buried here float out of the sand.


    It is estimated that these human bodies are the final fate of the believers who follow this son here. They were stabbed in the back of their heads by tentacles, and there was no life in their eyes. Ironically, this pair of fate is very consistent with their hope, and will always be one with the gods they worship.


    An insidious attack. They did not see any evil believers along the way, but they encountered the moving bones from voodoo magic when they landed. They also found some hints with obvious human traces on the elemental tortoise.


    There must be people here, and their final destination is either to run for their own lives, or to attack the squadron, or, as they are now, become the food for the growth of monsters.


    Cheese has no intention of pity for those who worship the descendants of worms. Their situation may indeed be worthy of sympathy, but from the standpoint of grey robe, he can not have any other ideas about those who help evil gods.It is true that everything is a chance meeting. When they are lost, they are bewitched by evil spirits. However, it is also not his cheese head. I can''t help it. What can I do? Everyone should be responsible for himself. This is the price.


    So the grey robe looked at those lifeless eyes and pulled out his machete from his waist. No matter what other people think of prairie man''s weapons and how they put their emotions into it, the length and difficulty of the machete are more suitable for cheese than other weapons.


    It is not long, so it can be pinned on the waist, does not affect the activity, it is not heavy, so whether it is waved or carried, it can be within the physical range of the grey robe. This machete of cheese was bought from the fast-moving market. It has no origin and is nothing special. Ordinary weapon, because it only needs to produce ordinary effect.


    The tentacles picked up the bodies and approached them. The limbs of the corpses moved in a strange manner under the control of the roots that extended into the muscles. They looked like the props of the puppet master.


    The machete is a relatively weak weapon. It is not easy to split the human body without the horse speed bonus. Fortunately, he didn''t want to use this knife to cut people''s waist horizontally. He only needed to break the outstretched hands and feet, leaving enough space for people to pass through.


    It''s still not right. After merging the monster from the sky, it shouldn''t have only this ability. Is it preparing for a kill? Or is it that the current obstacles are only to let themselves get into the trap, so lay doubts?


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