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What is this! ?

Horace tried his best to hold the bow and arrow in his hand, and it was difficult to accept it for a while.

According to the original idea, this Silver-level cultist would be torn into pieces at the hands of several Silver-level extraordinary beings, and he wouldn't even need to take action again.

After all, it is not impossible for even a Silver-level cultist to be able to crush an ordinary transcendent in one-on-one combat, even when one is against many.

But I was caught off guard and took a hateful blow from a gold-level powerhouse. If I could still maintain my combat effectiveness...

Then Horace should consider how to escape.

However, just as a follower broke through the useless tentacles with a long sword, a strange aura quietly rose.

The cult atmosphere that was originally so thin that only a layer of gauze remained was replenished and rewoven into a thick black cloth, completely wrapping Annie.

By the way, this piece of black cloth also inadvertently brought the heroic entourage in.

There was no more resistance, no thunderous roar, only a scream that stopped suddenly.

In just a few seconds, the follower who was caught in the black cloth was spit out by the black cloth and fell to the ground lifelessly like a rag doll.

It was only a few seconds, but it seemed like years.

The strong body was completely drained of water, leaving only an empty shell, with the hollow skin tightly clinging to the bones.

Although it has shrunk a bit, there is still some soft skin exposed to everyone's eyes.

The sword, which had been carefully forged by craftsmen, was rusty. Just like its owner, it seemed to have gone through countless years and was covered in blood-like rust.

His soul and life had abandoned him in these few seconds.

So, the black eyes stared blankly at the sky.

The wide open mouth of the black hole seemed to be shouting or whining.

puff.

There was a muffled sound.

The corpse hit the ground lightly, but it also hit everyone's hearts hard.

Several followers couldn't help but glance at each other. They looked at the twisting black cloth, swallowed, and took a few steps back in unison, glancing at the Lord Horace from the corner of their eyes.

Although this aura has not yet exposed its level, it seems that it is no longer within the scope of the Silver level.

At least, they had never heard of any Silver-level power that could so easily deprive a Silver-level transcendent of his life in a very short period of time.

Of course, retreat is not possible, at least not proactively.

That would only be considered cowardice, desertion, and a breach of honor.

Even if they are lucky enough to survive this disaster, the Saugetos family has plenty of ways to make them regret living.

As a follower or even servant of a noble family, from the day you become one, you should have the awareness to fight to the death.

At least, an honest death can obtain generous pensions and honors for their descendants, and will not let their descendants bear infamy because of their cowardice.

Of course, it would be a different matter if the master asked them to step back.

Horace's face was gloomy at this time, and he didn't know what to do for a moment.

He had to admit that he seemed to underestimate this cultist.

It seems to carry some kind of mark on its body, which can be activated when its life is in danger...

And this method seems to be used by only a few families of cultists.

And if this is the case, this cultist with octopus tentacles may come from the east coast of the kingdom...

It seems that some time ago, there were many attacks on the east coast of the kingdom by evil beasts and even cultists emerging from the sea.

Thinking of this, Horace's head hurt even more.

In other words, the cultist in front of me may be related to those on the East Coast?

This is the western part of the Kingdom of Algrant, almost inland. Why does it appear here?

"That should be the mark left by the Kraken family. It should be triggered only in critical moments. I don't know if this little girl knows it.

But, hey, this kind of mark is two-way. Once activated, it will not only release the power contained in the mark, but also transmit the breath here back..."

Aaron still kept walking without looking back, and even walked a few minutes faster.

However, Ruosiqia explained to him.

"This means that from today on, the Kraken family may have remembered the aura called Horace.

Families like theirs have always been particularly vengeful, and they are really targeting..."

As he spoke, if Siqiya thought of something, his tone suddenly became a little lower and a little less gloating.

He suddenly thought that he was just laughing at the fifty steps and the hundred steps.

The Moon Tower seems to have reached some kind of agreement with the Kraken family, and right now, isn’t the one named Lian Na also lost in the shadow world?

In this case, will the Kraken family also want...

Ruoskia's impression of the Kraken family still remained decades ago.

At that time, although the Kraken family was powerful, it was still a little behind compared to behemoths like the Moon Tower.

But after all these decades have passed, it’s hard to say.

Didn't Ruoskia, who was trying to conduct natural disaster research at the beginning, not expect that the Tower of the Moon would actually cooperate with the cultists?

In a sense, although I don't know what happened in the past few decades, at least it seems that the Kraken family has developed to the point where they can negotiate cooperation with the Moon Tower.

When he thought of this, Ruosiqia seemed to be choked by something, always feeling uncomfortable somewhere.

The Moon Tower can be called one of the three towers in the mainland. When will it be connected...

However, after all, he had just recovered from the dormant state and had not officially contacted the Moon Tower. Without knowing the specific situation, the old man could not make a direct evaluation. He just sighed in his heart.

Of course, among those present, Ruosiqia was probably the only one who could remain so calm.

Everyone else, whether they had witnessed this evil black cloth with their own eyes or not, had a somewhat ominous premonition in their hearts.

"what is that?"

While supporting Garcia, Alice struggled to walk outside despite the inexplicable pressure, and asked Aaron in a low voice.

As a sword warrior who has been promoted to Silver level, it is not difficult to support Garcia even if he is injured.

It's just that this inexplicable pressure is really unsettling, and it takes a lot of energy to fight it invisibly, and even just controlling the body is difficult.

The air around him condensed like glue, and every step required a lot of physical strength.

It seems that the whole world is rejecting them.