I’m Really Not Targeting the Mages

146 Blinking Dagger (for Subscription)

Ignore the movement of the data bar.

Roger, who had finished killing people, just read it casually.

The "dragon thread" smoothly smeared the neck of another wither believer.

The cultists who were in a state of frenzy didn't realize the crisis was coming.

He was still cursing wildly.

Roger tugged lightly.

He swallowed the curse sound into his stomach.

Roger mechanically repeated the previous action.

He approached the next target lightly.

...

The cultists in front were struggling to smash against the thin wooden door.

He didn't notice the strange movement behind him at all.

"Cross la la!"

The wooden door was smashed open.

"All things will wither eventually!"

The three yellow-clothed cult members at the front barged in with hideous faces!

Puff!

A little cold light flashed.

But saw a rapier piercing the ribs of a cultist.

It was a boy hiding behind the door bravely stabbing out the sword in his hand!

But the cultist didn't seem to feel it.

He picked up the poor little boy with his right hand, and said with disdain:

"Just this kind of little bastard who wants to hurt the believers of the true God?"

"Look how frightened he is!"

He smiled ferociously, and tried to summon his companions to watch the little boy's terrified face.

But at this moment.

He suddenly realized that something was wrong——

There should have been a manic echo behind him.

It was silent at the moment.

He quickly turned around, only to see the tragic scene of separated corpses all over the place!

He was horrified.

Before I could scream—

There was a loose feeling in the neck.

The view in front of the cultist's eyes began to bump and slide downward.

until it was pitch black.

...

"Don't hide, go to your lord immediately, and say that a large number of wither believers have copied from behind."

Roger glanced at the terrified little boy, then yelled in the direction of the trolley.

Two seconds later.

A younger boy stepped out from behind the car.

He held up his trousers a little bewilderedly.

See this scene.

Gritting his teeth, the older boy pulled his rapier from the cultist's stomach.

He grabbed another boy's hand and whispered:

"Don't be afraid, brother, I will protect you, let's go."

The two hurried to the inside of the farm.

After going out for more than ten meters.

The boy with the sword seemed to remember something, and turned around and shouted:

"Thank you for your life-saving grace!"

"I can……"

His voice faded away.

Because there is no one around the wall.

In the distant fog.

A denser shade of yellow looms.

The boy took his brother's hand warily.

ran away quickly.

...

Three minutes later.

More than twenty wither believers in yellow clothes rushed through the wooden door and rushed into the farm.

Behind the wooden door.

Roger, who was wearing the shadow cloak, frowned slightly.

It stands to reason.

He should rush up and kill these cultists now.

After all, after killing the first Blight Cultist.

Advanced missions begin.

this time.

The system gave a full month of task time!

On the face of it.

There is plenty of time.

But Roger felt a sense of urgency instead.

This means that the difficulty of this advanced task may be much higher than last time!

Leaving aside the two-headed dragon.

Just this "Withered Cult" has an evil smell.

After the round of assassination just now.

Roger can be sure.

These wither believers are just ordinary people, and at most they are stronger than ordinary people.

But their level is as high as level 40.

In terms of their combat effectiveness.

Totally inflated.

What's more troublesome is that I don't know if it's because of the "King of Blight".

In addition to level and life value.

Roger couldn't get more information by using the qi-watching technique.

For this reason, he had to hide behind the door and conduct a round of observation on the cultists.

Fortunately, this approach has yielded some results.

...

"Extraordinary Perception: You have seen the 'Sacrament Fruit of the King of Wither' from the Wither Cultists."

...

"The Eucharist Fruit of the Withered King: During the 'Holy Sacrifice' ceremony 10 minutes ago, these cultists paid for their souls and gained explosive power and satiety."

...

"I see."

Roger's heart tightened:

"The Holy Sacrifice Ceremony is not something that ordinary people can preside over, at least it must be a priestly professional above the extraordinary level!"

"But among those who rushed over just now, there are no extraordinary professionals."

He couldn't help but take another look into the depths of the thick fog.

Just after the wave of cultists rushed over.

There was no more movement.

at the same time.

More intense fighting broke out on the farm.

Surrounded by the cultists.

People on the farm can only hug each other and support each other.

They finally retreated in front of a warehouse.

in the warehouse.

A woman's cry was faintly heard.

outside the warehouse.

More and more people in yellow frantically rushed out of the thick fog.

They surrounded the warehouse, dancing and shouting:

"All things will wither."

"Only by joining us can we obtain salvation!"

The men guarding the door silently grasped the weapons in their hands.

Roger looked at them deeply.

Finally gritted his teeth and walked away.

on the data bar.

...

"Complete sixth sense: You have noticed that the Patriarch of the Wither Cult is nearby, and he is obviously aware of your existence, and he has extremely strong malice towards you."

...

"We must get rid of that patriarch first!"

Roger's figure slowly disappeared into the air.

on the farm.

A fierce battle slowly began.

...

"All things will wither."

"Only by joining us can we obtain salvation."

Farm North.

In the back seat of a collapsed carriage.

A man in yellow was concentrating on flipping through a heavy book in his hand, occasionally uttering the above ravings.

There are more than a dozen iron chains wrapped around him.