I opened an adventurer's guild in another world.

Before Pullman used the cultist secret technique [Blessing of the Blood God], Macaros was fighting a summon fused with Buck as its main body.

As a demon, Buck was already strong in combat.

The creature that merged with him was originally at the peak of the eighth rank, and the fused entity possessed as many as thirty or forty eighth-rank skills!

When fighting Macaros, I basically didn't repeat any skills.

Although Macaros is a ninth-tier player, he doesn't dare to take on eighth-tier skills, otherwise he would die in no time!

However, Macaros was constantly at a disadvantage in the battle.

Theoretically speaking, the power of the protector far surpasses that of others of the same level.

Macaros is the lowest of the three ninth-tier characters, at only level 46.

Morton is level 47, and the divine messenger Pullman is level 48!

Logically speaking, Macaros should be stronger than Pullman.

In reality, Macaros's true strength is only comparable to Morton, who is at level 47.

Macaros's strength is mostly reflected in his support role.

For example, in the previous battle, the five thousand totem soldiers, who were only at the sixth level, were able to hold back hundreds of peak seventh-level summons.

Moreover, with the blessing of Macaros's totem, the high-ranking members of the Divine Blood Empire have also seen their combat power soar. At least when facing a summoned army that is stronger and more numerous than themselves, they can hold out for a considerable period of time.

The totem army and ordinary high-level experts were defeated only after the summoned creatures began to combine.

This was because Macaros was being attacked at close range and had no time to pay attention to others.

boom!

A huge roar coming from afar caught Macaros's attention.

He glanced at it briefly and saw Pullman being torn apart and killed on the spot by the summoned creatures.

"What?!"

Seeing this, Macaros glanced at Morton, who was also struggling.

The surrounding totem army has been hunted down and killed.

High-level powerhouses are basically being chased and killed by their combined summoned creatures, and there are hardly any left!

"The tide has turned!"

Macaros's eyes narrowed, and he made up his mind to withdraw from the battlefield!

As a protector, Macaros did not tell this secret to the Blood Empire to which he now served.

Macaros publicly declared himself to be an ancient profession called "Totemist."

Although this attracted the covetousness of some, he managed to survive for nearly a hundred years and eventually reached the ninth rank of strength.

He came to this other world with the army because the Blood God Temple specifically requested him.

He didn't actually want to come.

However, he did not want to be noticed by the Blood God now, not only because there were not many God Hunters on the Crimson Continent, but also because they could not provide him with protection.

Therefore, Macaros did not disobey the order.

Now that the divine messenger is dead, the high-ranking believers he brought with him have long been swallowed by the summoned creatures.

"Morton looks like he's reached his limit too; he won't be able to hold on for much longer!"

Even Pullman died at Anno's hands, and Macaros didn't think Morton could survive.

If you don't run now, when will you?

"Trying to run away?"

A muffled voice came from the eighth-tier peak fusion summon, and a beam of light shot out from the dragon scorpion head at the waist of the fusion creature.

Macaros quickly placed the totem pole horizontally in front of him.

Boom!

The beam of light pushed the totem pole, knocking Macaros back hundreds of meters.

Having just withstood the impact, Macaros suddenly sensed the presence of a summoned creature behind him.

"It's gotten faster again!"

The yellow light on Macaros shattered instantly after he was punched.

However, the combined summoned creature that had activated [True Demon Unsealing - Stage Two] caught up with Macaros's flying figure once again.

However, this time, the combined summoned creature walked right into Macaros's trap. Its arm was smashed by the totem pole that suddenly grew larger, and then it was slammed to the ground with a club.

Macaros dared not press his advantage, because Morton on the other side was already screaming in agony.

After sweeping away the seventh-tier fusion summoned creatures that rushed towards him, Macaros transformed into a streak of light and ran towards the Demon Realm.

Ahead, a lone seventh-tier summoned creature stood blocking the way.

It didn't look like a combined summon, and Macaros hadn't really taken it seriously.

The summoned creature, which he intended to kill casually, transformed into a black-armored knight at the last moment.

Despite the opponent only possessing level 45, peak eighth-tier magic power fluctuations, Macaros was on high alert!

He didn't think Anuo would dare to stand in front of him if he wasn't capable.

Sure enough, one moment Macaros's view was of a plain, and the next second it turned into a barren rocky plain.

The dazzling blood moon and the bright moon in the sky reminded Macaros that he had been inexplicably teleported to an unfamiliar place.

The culprit, of course, was Anno, who was standing not far away on the opposite side!

"You know what? Actually, after I found out about you, my plans changed a little."

Just as Macaros was poised to strike, Anno spoke up.

"Morton must die because he is the leader of the Otherworld Legion."

Pullman, the Walker, must also die, or he will summon a god.

All the otherworldly legions that have arrived must die, because I don't want them to send back information about the war here.

But... Macaros, you're different!

Upon hearing Anno accurately call out the names of the three of them, Macaros's pupils contracted.

In that instant, Macaros even felt like he had been sold out!

The enemy had a complete grasp of the intelligence.

Then he heard something that he found utterly absurd.

"Submit to me and serve my summoned army!"