Don't call me evil god

Bron Freeman took out his pocket watch and checked the time with a normal expression.

The second hand turned one last circle, and the warlocks would carry out today's [Summoning Ceremony].

The agreed time is coming soon.

As usual, the messenger appeared in the hall of the Realm of Truth in advance.

Every morning, seven days of summoning, companions and relatives responsible for different aspects would come here to report the recent situation to the messenger or receive her latest instructions.

Bron Freeman was once one of them.

He tried to resist when he woke up, but failed.

This place is like a dangerous swamp in the Spirit Wing Wetland.

If you fall into it accidentally without sufficient preparation, any struggle will only make you sink deeper.

However, the situation today is completely different from the past.

Bron finally waited for the strong help he had been waiting for for a long time!

Either he would kill this powerful cult messenger who had been infiltrating, influencing, and manipulating the Stone Fortress in secret for more than ten years in one battle today, at this moment;

or...

No!

There is no other possibility!

Bron Freeman shook his head violently, and cleared the random thoughts in his mind.

He can win!

There is no doubt about the courage of the believers of the God of Knowledge;

Even if there is a god who is about to fall in front of them, they dare to draw their swords and charge;

Not to mention a mere cultist who hides his head and shows his tail.

What Bron has to do now is to clear his distracting thoughts and hold the messenger before the reinforcements arrive, without giving her the opportunity to leave here or prepare!

"Hu... Hu..."

Took a few deep breaths.

When he was highly focused, Bron could even hear his heartbeat as fierce as a drum.

When he was alone, Bron had thought about it.

What would happen if he swung his hammer, raised his shield, and charged at the messenger?

Would he be forcibly stopped on the way to charge, and then caught and brainwashed again?

Or, the other party might directly smash him to pieces, without even giving him the opportunity to transform and reshape his body and distort his mind?

Braun had seen the scenes when the messenger took action many times, but that was basically against innocent people who had just been captured.

The other party always looked nonchalant, and when she leaned against the altar of flesh and blood, each of her spells seemed to be greatly enhanced.

Such a dangerous existence, Braun once doubted himself deeply, could he really find a chance to destroy the other party?

Now, he was about to know the answers to these questions.

The surging anger was stimulated from the dantian, wandering around the body, injecting Braun Freeman with extremely powerful power.

This is the tyrannical power of a 4th-level warrior!

His right hand slowly took out the familiar weapon he had made by himself, called "Winter Hammer", from his back.

Braun once passed the Freeman family's assessment of the tribe by forging this weapon, and later killed countless monsters and enemies during his adventure with Frigga Ceylan.

Although it was not enchanted, Braun felt that he and his weapon had a telepathic connection!

He firmly believed that when he began to charge at the enemy with his hammer, the victory of this battle would definitely belong to him!

The pocket watch that Braum stuffed into his arms moved silently, pointing to the direction of 7 o'clock.

As the warlocks activated the [Summoning Ritual] array and emitted a purple-black light, a huge amount of dazzling white light began to burst out in the "Hall of Truth".

"For the Stone Castle! For Freeman! For the dwarves!"     "Evildoer, today is your death day!!!"

Braum Freeman roared and charged at the messenger!

...

The familiar squeezing feeling and the dizziness, the familiar violent pulling that seemed to take away the soul.

After finally getting rid of the bad feeling of the [Summoning Ritual] and stepping on the ground again, the surrounding scene was the familiar Hall of Truth.

The scale of this summoning was far beyond the ordinary, because more than 200 powerful professionals "airdropped" to this extremely solid space at the same time!

"Arcane Explosion!!"

Without even a greeting, Pete raised his hand and blasted a 2nd-level magic [Arcane Blast] towards the cultist in charge of the [Summoning Ceremony]!

With the target as the center, everything within a few meters around seemed to have encountered a violent explosion and was blown away!

Pet suddenly felt a black screen in front of his eyes, and a feeling of nausea and nausea surged up, making Pete retching uncontrollably.

"Fortunately, I had expected it. I was right not to eat too much in advance!"

After understanding the power of the devil, Pete knew the reason for this abnormal state.

The effect of the warlock's 1st-level spell [Magic Armor] to provide defense is just the basics.

The really disgusting thing about it is that more spells can be added to it.

When the enemy's attack hits the warlock, these spells will be immediately activated, and the negative effects will be imposed on the attacker.

The powerful warlock is almost the same as a hedgehog. Every attack on him will be met with a lot of counterattack effects.

The cultists who believed in the Supreme Truth that we met in the Dark Forest and Ceylon Territory before, the warlock spells they mastered were almost at the entry level. They only knew a few simple torture spells such as [Pain] and [Fear], which were used as a prerequisite for extracting soul fragments.

The warlocks in the Realm of Truth who are qualified to perform the [Summoning Ritual] are the real warlocks with combat power!

Fortunately, the followers of Norwen now have their own unique skills!

"The brilliant light above the sky, may you bring down your power and soothe the disaster he has suffered!"

A tall and strong priest in the team began to chant the prayer of [Dispel the Disaster] before Pete's attack.

Pete's [Arcane Blast] severely damaged the target warlock. As soon as the opponent was put in a negative state, his companion's glow magic immediately fell from the sky and sprinkled down!

The negative effect only took a moment to take effect before it was completely eliminated.

After experiencing various battles, Norwen's followers have become very familiar with this kind of operation such as chanting prayers in advance and then removing negative states in seconds.

"Leave it to us! They are just a few miscellaneous soldiers!"

"Don't waste time, go and kill that messenger of perverse ideas!"

Pe Twen raised the gorgeous rapier in his hand with a bright blue glow, rushed out of the team, and aimed directly at the cultist who had just been blown away by Pete!

Swing the sword horizontally!

Beheaded with one sword!

This is the best weapon he bought after he took out 30 years of pocket money from his family some time ago.

An exclusive custom-made ritual rapier with a strengthening level of up to +8!

Since contributing his faith and receiving the blessing of Norwen, Pet Twen's strength has also improved by leaps and bounds. Although he has just become a level 2 warrior not long ago, with the "magic weapon" in his hand, he can still chop melons and vegetables when dealing with a level 3 warlock who doesn't even have a piece of iron armor on his body before the other party has time to prepare!

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