Black Scepter Chapter 23: Destroyed and destroyed, eggs and stones

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Early morning.

The Morpheus returning to the mansion is in a good mood. At least last night’s harvest was enough for him to perfectly complete the mission of the heresy and get enough merit. Four maps have been marked on the map of the forest around Medici The base of the "Poison" sect, and he already has more than four leaf-shaped emblems representing the rank and identity of the members of the voodoo sect-this indicates the number of people killed.

During the following day, Morpheus wrote a thick stack of parchment papers and handed them to the heresy arbitration tribunal. The arbitration tribunal’s approval was very efficient. The next day, Morpheus was notified to get the next mission— This means that the investigation of Morpheus has received the attention of the ruling and is ready for in-depth investigation. It also means that his merits have been doubled.

It’s just that the next task seems extremely dangerous. The next task Morpheus gets is to follow the squad arranged by the ruling to clear the war-obviously not the guy with the status of "supervisor", but the other three. A white robe “sun guard” with strength up to and including level IV and seven ordinary members who also have no high-level status. Ranks up and down to level VII are enough to cope with the small threats of the voodoo sect.

This time, Morpheus led ten "peers" into the forest in a low-key manner as a follower.

From previous battles with members of the Voodoo sect and enquiries after the battle, Morpheus has understood that the members of this ancient religion have a very different professional system from mainstream magicians-the most important of which is The guy who summoned pythons and vines, he and the legendary patriarch of the Medici family belong to the same class of "summoner"!

The old man who turned into a giant bear is "Musad", who has the magical ability to communicate with animals and transform. The legendary "Musad" can have the powerful strength to transform into a dragon. The unlucky egg that suddenly flew was a "shaman", and the wooden stick he inserted into the ground was a "totem", which was used as a medium to communicate all the creatures in nature. The powerful shaman has the terrifying ability to stay in the world in the form of soul. It is only because of this that the entire "voodoo" was buckled by the Holy See with the hat of "heretics". Unlike the blood group's immortality in the physical form, the shaman's soul is obviously higher in level and more difficult to wipe out.

It’s just that the shaman who can do this hasn’t reproduced the mainland for more than a thousand years, and even the entire voodoo sect hasn’t been able to sit down.

And this is one of the reasons why Morpheus was able to deploy his new plan-when he led his always-stable companions to the periphery of the first camp on the map at dusk, this real strength was far stronger than other companions. The boy stopped wisely and waited for the command of the captain.

The captain of the white robe sun guard is a low-level swordsman. It is the same as the low-level knight of Morpheus by level. He is thirty-nine years old. A little bit, looking at the goal of worrisome vision in the night, the captain narrowed his eyes at the Morpheus leading the way. He didn’t say anything more, but he directly took out the magic hourglass allocated in the ruling in his hand-including Morpheus and other eight All the members made the same action. Eleven of them pressed the magic circle activated on the hourglass at the same time under the command of the captain.

This fluorescent timer is extremely effective at coordinating combat timing during combat.

"Attack starts when one third of the scale, and one half of the scale goes to the center of the camp. If the hourglass is over, you will not be rescued."

After checking the time, the captain gave an order, simple and clear-to deal with the pagans, the white-robed sun guard rarely chooses to catch alive, because only dead pagans are good pagans.

"Start."

Although the number of people is not large, the existence of two IV levels and two V levels is absolutely irresistible for the voodoo sect-unless the voodoo sect puts out those surviving old predecessors, otherwise a camp is dozens The enemy on the 10th is not a problem at all.

Morpheus is a qualified "monitor" from beginning to end, not speaking, not showing color, and not making mistakes. When the team was dispersed, Morpheus did not have the previous careful posture.

The dagger is out of the sheath, and two black shadows suddenly appear beside Morpheus-Connor and Compton have been ambushing here for a long time.

"Get ready."

"Yes, master."

Connor’s answer was low and unusual—he could not imagine what kind of "enemy" those members of the Tribunal would face today.

"Let the darkness cover the light and bury the hypocrisy."

When Morpheus said the first line of the "History of Marcus Bloodline", only the moonlight in the sky was covered by dark clouds.

Snow flakes gently down.

Compton and Connor disappeared into the shadow at the same time.

The magic hourglass scale in his hand slowly passed, sliding over one third of the scale.

At the same time, Morpheus walked out of the lush jungle and stepped into this temporary camp of the voodoo sect.

The fighting sounds, mixed with the roar of "Mussad" after the transformation-Morpheus walks forward, there are no members in the camp that are mostly as incompetent as Morpheus had investigated a few days ago, instead, one by one The voodoo shamans and Moussads, who looked cold and forty years old, were ready to fight.

Sphynx walked out from nowhere, but showed himself as a real person. This big cat with a scary and seven poisonous bone tails walked silently beside Morpheus, deterrent amazing.

Ten minutes later, the fighting sound gradually disappeared.

When the scale of the magic hourglass reached one-half, Morpheus stopped and stood, holding his shoulders slightly in the center of the camp, looking forward.

Three high-ranking members of the Judgment Board were thrown in front of Morpheus.

The captain who ordered the attack was full of blood on his chest, his left shoulder was completely torn, and the other two guys had air intake and air release, and many parts were missing.

As for the others, it is not necessary to say the end.

The two men standing opposite Morpheus are the voodoo elder Musad and the summoner.

The summoner has the ability to explode terror within a certain combat time limit, and at this moment the powerful summoner in the center of the camp stands next to a humanoid creature, three meters tall, with a big handle in his hand. The horrible battle axe of human beings, the muscles of the whole body shone like the red hot steel, obviously the unicorn demon from the abyss, the individual strength is already enough to repel the low-level great swordsman!

"Baipao, heretic verdict, I don't think the voodoo sect should agree to be pulled by you into the less powerful chariot."

Speaking of the most powerful Moussad-the elder has at least level II strength after being transformed, which means that he has stood at the highest threshold of most professionals.

"It sounds crazy to go against the heretical ruling, but the entire voodoo sect hasn’t been right against him for thousands of years? Can blind evasion bring peaceful results? Your living space is not enough to continue Now."

Morpheus’s answer silenced the old man who looked like an old tree root. His forehead had two small protrusions. If his strength broke through to level I, there would be two antlers-this is powerful One of the performances, but the strength of the individual will never save the sorrow of the ethnic group. The voodoo sect developed by the relationship of the ethnic group does not choose the leader through election and voting like the Holy See, but inherits by the blood relationship, so the living space is reduced. It means the inevitable demise of the entire sect.

"While the voodoo sect is eager to survive, it will not use the destruction of others as a stepping stone." The old man wanted to answer something, and finally sighed, waved his hand, and gestured to throw the half-dead white robe to Morpheus. , "Don't laugh at our teachings, between destroying others and destroying yourself, the voodoo sect would rather choose the latter."

Morpheus was right in silence-he was familiar with the law of the jungle for the first time, but he heard this idea for the first time, but the words he wanted to refute were swallowed back after seeing the old man’s vicissitudes of the face~IndoMTL.com~ When the eggs collide, we will choose to stand on the side of the egg, so we choose to answer your request. The meaning of life is not to destroy others to achieve self, and true splendor is not to achieve amazing ambitions. "

Those members of the voodoo sect in the camp who were slightly shabby gradually left. The summoner who had not spoken left this sentence that made Morpheus meditate for a long time before the back of the darkness fell into the dark. The snow was flying, these were forced into the Holy See People in the forest for hundreds of years have put on the cloak of the cloak as usual, and there is no point of killing.

The momentary stunnedness brought about by the conflict of values ​​quickly disappeared, and the sight turned back. The team of tribunals left by the voodoo believers was basically wiped out. The only powerful low-level swordsman was clear and conscious, but no longer. Any threats at all-Sphinx stared quietly at the few people in front of him. The captain of the Sun Watch who was so shocked that he could not speak, asked with a trembling voice: "You... are pagans? "

"Pagans, how many innocent people have these three words used to kill you? The meaning of the existence of the white robe is to kill all people of different faiths, I say that, right?"

Morpheus stared down at the magic steel dagger in his hand. The only campfire left in the camp stretched the shadow of Morpheus. The young but mature face was no longer childish a year ago.

"Members of the Valiant Tribunal are under siege at the voodoo sect stronghold, which is almost a collective martyrdom. Unfortunately, you cannot continue to fight for your so-called honor."

The poisonous tail of Sphinx lifted up, and the great swordsman who always kept awake consciously wanted to struggle. The last thing he saw in the field of vision was the figure of a teenager turning away.

Behind him, he followed the two **** tribes who had not seen...or executed for a long time.