I made the Dragon God in the game

"Hmm?"

Fang Bai was stunned, and couldn't help but cross his arms across his chest. He was no longer anxious.

Evil God?

Evil God is dead, what ghost can he summon?

"Summon the power of the evil god?"

"Yes, I know this ritual field, I have seen it in ancient books.

The ritual field itself is just an anchor point, used to receive the power of the evil god.

After all, relying on just a few professional and elite corpses is not enough to operate this ritual field.

It's just a start at most."

Man Xiong said, he was very sure that he remembered correctly, there was a case recorded in that ancient book, and this ritual field was used.

In the case, the evil god's power was locked as soon as he descended, and then he was captured and sold at a very high price.

These words flowed in Man Xiong's mind, but the solemnity on his face and the depression in his chest did not disappear at all.

The ancient books recorded his ancestors, not him.

The evil gods in the ancient books were humbly begging for survival, but the evil gods in reality would really kill people!

Even just looking at them might be distorted.

"What if the evil god dies?"

"Hmm?"

This question silenced Man Xiong.

What do you mean by "What if the evil god dies?"

Hmm? !

Man Xiong suddenly thought of something and spoke out.

"If the evil god dies, the ritual site will lose its direction and become ineffective.

Or by chance, other evil gods will find this vacant window and come over to have a meal."

Then he was caught.

Man Xiong didn't say the rest of this sentence, and then he saw Fang Bai folding his hands in front of his chest, ready to watch the fun.

This scene reminded Man Xiong of something, and he couldn't help but feel horrified, and then shook his head violently.

Impossible!

Absolutely impossible!

And Fang Bai next to him couldn't help looking at Man Xiong, thinking in his heart.

This Man Xiong has a beard and a body of tendons. He looks rough, but he knows a lot.

It's okay to know this ritual site at the beginning, let's just call it a coincidence.

But I didn't expect that he even knew the little-known knowledge about how this ritual site would react and what the consequences might be after the death of the evil god.

This.

This mercenary is a bit intriguing.

At this moment, another cavalry came on the road outside Leishi Town.

The priest in the lead, wearing chain mail, holding a book in one hand and a flail in the other, looked at the ritual site, and his face suddenly changed.

"It's too late.

No, Lao Wu, you immediately arrange the location of the ritual site, trace the direction of the sacrifice ceremony, and block the passage.

Others, go in with me and destroy the ceremony!"

"Yes!"

As soon as the voice fell, the slightly thin knight in the middle turned over and dismounted, took out a series of materials from the box behind him, and immediately began to arrange.

The other four also immediately put the boxes they helped carry next to him, put them all down, squeezed the horse's belly, and rushed into the bloody ritual site without hesitation.

At the same time, along with the priest's prayer, the light turned into a cloak swaying in the wind, and the holy emblem on his body shone, supporting a piece of light in the blood.

In the ritual site, the blood color became more and more intense, and suddenly, Fang Bai noticed a strange space fluctuation.

"Anchor point fluctuation?"

Fang Bai's thought moved, and the mental power that always covered the castle and the pupil technique that opened from time to time finally locked the core of the entire ritual field.

Although he likes to watch fun, it doesn't mean he is willing to be fun.

Even if this evil god is dead, if he summons other evil gods, he will really become a big fun.

There is no trial space here to kill the evil god.

Fang Bai walked forward, and the wild bear followed closely. The other mercenaries shrank back. The wild bear looked at them with regret, ignored them, and followed behind Fang Bai.

Fang Bai glanced at the wild bear with his peripheral vision and was quite surprised, but what surprised him even more was that Joel also gritted his teeth and followed.

Joel gritted his teeth and said when he found Fang Bai's surprised eyes.

"Teacher, you are avenging me, how can I stay behind?"

Fang Bai smiled when he heard this, and did not speak, reaching out to push the closed door.

The gate was made of iron-clad wood, extremely heavy, and could withstand even the attacks of extraordinary people. It was very heavy.

The wild bear rolled up his sleeves and wanted to help, but he saw Fang Bai lightly put his hand on it.

"Bang!"

"Squeak~"

After the sound of a heavy object hitting the ground, the castle gate made a harsh sound and slowly opened. Behind the door was a twisted steel bolt.

The wild bear looked at Fang Bai, who was quite delicate, looked at the white and clean little hand, and then looked at the twisted bolt, his mouth slightly open.

But the next moment the wild bear's face changed.

The moment he stepped into the castle, a strong smell of blood rushed into his nose.

Inside the castle, the thick blood mist obscured his vision, and a blood-red tentacle fell instantly.

"Master!"

After the wild bear found out, he had no time to be afraid, and saw Fang Bai grab the tentacle with one hand, and pulled it hard, pulling out a cultist with a face full of fear.

Fang Bai grabbed the tentacle with one hand and turned his head to say to Joel.

"As a wizard apprentice, we need wisdom.

But sometimes the best solution given by wisdom is strength, so we must also have considerable strength.

In addition, during the experiment, we often encounter various situations, such as holding down the experimental subject, capturing the experimental subject, etc.

So if you want to be my apprentice, you still have to strengthen your training."

Joel watched Fang Bai easily grab the terrifying tentacle and nodded in confusion.

What the teacher said makes sense.

But at this time, the wild bear next to him caught the point.

"Mage?!"

"Yeah, is there any problem? I'm a minor in magic."

Fang Bai grabbed the tentacle, but the cultist was directly controlled.

While Fang Bai was talking, the whole person and the tentacle were directly torn apart by Fang Bai, without any ability to fight back.

"Gulp."

The wild bear swallowed his throat. He thought he had overestimated Fang Bai's strength enough, but he didn't expect Fang Bai to surprise him again and again.

Not only was he scared, but also the priests and others who rushed over.

When they hurried over to help, they watched a master-level cultist being torn apart by hand, and even his mouth was blocked by something. In extreme pain, he didn't make a sound.

Taking a deep breath, Fang Bai threw a flame, and then the flame burned directly on the blood mist, and continued to sweep forward with the advancement of several people.

Fang Bai was still talking as he walked.

"Different enemies can be dealt with in different ways.

Whether it is a mage or a mecha master, the diversity of our methods is our most distinctive feature.

We can use targeted spells, or build targeted weapons in advance, such as anti-cult armor, to fight the enemy.

Theoretically speaking, as long as we are well prepared, we can be the natural enemy of any profession or any creature.

Of course, sometimes absolute power can easily do this."