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In the church, the [priest] looked at the chaotic king below and nodded.

The cult has many planned goals this time.

Find the [Cursed Armor] and rescue the unlucky guy named Trevor.

Yes, the latter is just by the way.

Although he is a relatively talented newcomer, the so-called [Magic Swordsman] is just a stronger cannon fodder for the cult before he grows up. I don't understand why that adult wants to promote this kind of person.

But he was really unlucky. It was not easy to encounter an enemy of that level the first time he worked for the cult.

Thinking of this, he couldn't help but cover his mouth and laugh.

At first he just covered his mouth and chuckled, then it gradually became louder, and finally he even bent over and laughed out loud.

The people on the ground felt terrified when they saw his smile.

A weak pervert is just a pervert and cannot affect others. But if a high-level professional is a pervert, it is really terrifying.

A madman is just a madman, a madman with a mop is a thug, and a madman with a machine gun in his hand is a terrorist.

"Hahahahahahaha!" His laughter became more and more perverted, and the audience below were all frightened.

There were a few strands of hair falling on his forehead, adding to his morbid look.

"Boom!" A violent explosion sounded, coming from the direction of the Knights' headquarters.

The largest number of cult members are arranged there, and the largest number of spiritual creatures gather there.

Without the legend getting in the way, the plan would surely run smoothly and easily.

While the legends are away, take the opportunity to summon those spiritual creatures.

There was a giant with eight heads and eight arms and covered with muscles. Wherever it passed, all the houses were destroyed. The knights threw out chains with steel nails to try to restrain it, but they were thrown out mercilessly the next second.

There was a giant monster with a bull's head and a snake's body. It kept spewing smelly yellow liquid from its mouth, and wherever it went, there were signs of corrosion.

There are also monsters that look like rabbits, constantly producing all kinds of weird offspring. Those offspring are all covered with poisonous blue weeds, which is extremely disgusting.

All kinds of monsters are scattered throughout the capital, and professionals are trying their best to resist them.

During this process, the remaining epic-level professionals in the royal capital will inevitably be unable to resist taking action. All that needs to be done is to hunt them down in the shortest possible time and turn them into firewood to light up the magic circle.

The original plan was to just capture four epic-level players, and the rest could be made up of emerald-level or gold-level players. I didn't expect that another player would show up later. It's really hard to predict what will happen in this world.

"Luck is on my side!" he said to himself with a smile.

The life force accumulated now must be enough. All I have to do is use the residual heat of those useless people to summon the beings in the [Cursed Armor].

As he waved his hand, the survivors below all showed expressions of difficulty breathing.

A huge magic circle with a diameter of more than fifty meters appeared in the sky. The magic power and vitality in the people below were continuously absorbed by it, and the area of ​​the magic circle continued to expand.

In Caesar's room, a suit of pitch-black armor kept shaking, as if something was calling it.

In an instant, the seal set by Caesar on it was triggered, and the message was transmitted to the inner city in an instant.

The dark branches intertwined and weaved in the air, and finally gradually gathered into a human figure. If Caesar was here, he would definitely recognize what it was.

That night, the body of the ghost who called himself Tiabbi was composed of this.

But the one here is much more condensed, because the magic power inside is more than dozens of times more.

Looking at the time, there are still three minutes before the Legendaries realize something is wrong, which is enough.

Before that, let's just admire this broken capital.

The [Priest] thought so, and with his other hand he accelerated the absorption of magic power from the people below.

A griffin flew over from a distance, and the [Priest] squinted his eyes and saw clearly the person sitting on its back.

"Long time no see, Trevor."

He greeted me with a smile, looking very gentle and polite. Friendly relations between colleagues should still be maintained.

The griffin soon reached above the [Priest]. The man on his back clamped his legs together, and the griffin immediately let out a whine.

The giant beast fell down like a kite with a broken string, its spine being broken by the force.

The griffin fell headfirst and hit the top of the church, shattering countless rubble. Some of the rubble splashed out and almost hit the man's face, but was blocked silently by magic.

"Long time no see, [Priest], I didn't expect you to come to pick me up this time." The man's hair was disheveled, and he looked completely different from his image on the train. There were steel nails on his scapula, and his clothes were tattered.

"How do we retreat?" he asked, moving his gaze to the black branches tangled in the air. This thing had an inexplicable attraction.

"Wait a moment, there is another task." The [Priest] still had that smiling expression on his face.

"What is this?" The [Magic Swordsman] felt that this thing had an inexplicable attraction to him, so he reached out his hand without hesitation, grabbed a piece of it, and looked at it in the palm of his hand.

What a multi-talented fellow. The [Priest] frowned secretly, but still replied: "This is the carrier of the [Cursed Armor]."

"Carrier?" Trevor looked at the thing in his hand. Some desire was aroused. He threw the black thing into his mouth, chewed it twice and swallowed it.

As this thing entered his stomach, Trevor felt as if a new fuel was added to his bonfire of life, which instantly burned up and made his condition improve a lot.

"Don't move. These are the things that the person specifically asked to be collected." The [Priest] waved his hand, and the black branches in the air moved away from him.

"What do you think of Caesar's strength?" [Priest] Miles asked with a chuckle.

"Hmph." Trevor snorted and didn't answer.

As for his car accident this time, he just thought it was due to his carelessness.

"How much longer?" Trevor asked impatiently.

"Almost there, almost there," the [Priest] responded.

What's going on? The power of the magic circle is obviously very high, so why can't the [Cursed Armor] be summoned successfully?

Miles increased his magic output again. He could feel that the [Cursed Armor] was nearby, but it did not respond.

Beads of sweat appeared on his forehead, and blood flowed from the corners of his mouth. His body was already damaged by casting [Void Realm], and due to the increase in the output of magic power, his body suffered another impact.

"Then you'd better hurry up." A male voice reminded: "Although I don't plan to continue saving the world, it's better to deal with a fellow like you who breaks the law."

At some point, a man wearing half an iron mask appeared above the church.

In his hand, he held a bubble with a black suit of armor floating inside it. The armor was constantly shaking, as if trying to break free from the bubble, but it couldn't do it.

When Trevor heard the voice, some bad memories came to his mind.