fallen devil

Chapter 304 Four Acts: The Maelstrom of the Sawyer Alliance I
The dwarf demons moved quickly, but they were defeated in an instant when they confronted the Sand Knights.

Puff puff.

The sand knight raised his long knife and easily knocked down the dwarf demon's sharp knife, stabbing their eyes at the same time.

Blood spattered, stumps flew.

Soon, the blade cut through the blood, and the dwarf demon screamed and backed away.

Obviously, these dwarf demons only have Lv15 monster strength, and sand knights above Lv22 can easily kill them.

Within 3 minutes, more than 50 dwarf demons who rushed down all turned into corpses and experience points, and fell on the hillside in all directions, blood soaking the ground.

At the same time, the huge poisonous fog monster that broke two big trees as weapons and charged towards Tang Ze with the wind was also smashed in the head by Tang Ze's punch.

Unreasonable.

However, its vitality is very tenacious, and it wields its weapons indomitably.

Dongdong, the sound is dull.

Two big tree trunks hit Tang Ze's magic pattern scales, but it had no effect.

The huge poisonous mist monster hesitated for a moment, then was overwhelmed by Tang Ze's black breath big hand, and fell heavily on the ground, smashing a big hole.

The green mist filled the air, and the head quickly recovered, and there was a tendency to surround Tang Ze.

"The enemy has always been weaker than I thought."

Tang Ze looked down at the monster at his feet, shook his head, and the dark green armor emitted erosive green light, penetrating into its body in the blink of an eye.

zizi.

The pervasive mist dissipated, and the body of the huge poisonous mist monster disappeared in an instant as if it had been sucked into some non-existent vortex.

The information panel sent a prompt to obtain experience points, but there were not many.

The death of the huge poisonous mist monster meant that the battle was coming to an end. It was ridiculous to say that Tang Ze thought it was a fierce battle.

Let the monster servants deal with the dwarf demon corpses on the hillside, Tang Ze led a few dark gold monsters to the shadow of the hillside.

Between several dark green trees, bright green light spots danced around a crack.

There are many kinds of portals in the dark world, cracks, light curtains, and abysses. Without exception, they all emit faint spatial fluctuations, which is also the most recognizable point.

This is a typical fissure portal, wriggling like a living creature.

Karasawa had experience in destroying portals before when he dealt with Andariel's demon servants. It was very simple, just break it violently.

"."

Tang Ze approached the crack without thinking, and the dark green armor wrapped around his left fist, emitting a terrifying light.

Click, the crack suddenly opened.

The misty green light flooded Tang Ze's figure in the blink of an eye, and at the same time, the crack dissipated at a speed visible to the naked eye.

This was an accident that Tang Ze didn't expect.

The dark gold sand knight and the dark gold scarab next to them realized that something was wrong, and tried to approach with sword light and lightning.

"idiot."

A deep whisper came from the green light, it was a very ancient devil language, and the transparent fluctuations spread like waves.

boom!
The dark gold sand knight was sent flying, and the dark gold scarab held on for a few seconds before being pushed away by the transparent wave.

Hush, huh, huh, green light and green mist kept converging, and quickly dissipated into a ray of light mist.

The dark green trees faded quickly, and they fell down with a click, hitting the ground in a mess, with broken wood and branches falling apart.

The monster servants suppressed below roared like thunder, tearing the trees into pieces, and the vibrating evil breath swept away the objects that blocked the vision.

However, the crack, the green light and green mist, and even Tang Ze were all gone.

"."

The two dark gold monsters quickly made eye contact and quickly came to an agreement.

"Inform the agents of the Blood Palace and Guiyat."

"Over there at the Black Manor?"

"Master will not be taken away easily, he must have his own deep thoughts."

"Then there is still a need to notify, agent? The master didn't order us to do so."

"Of course there is a need for this. The owner may have thought of it temporarily, adding an extra layer of insurance, and it seems that we are not so useless."

The dark gold sand knight glanced at the place where the crack had just disappeared, and the dark gold scarab understood it, and didn't say any more.

···
In the rock cave several miles away from the hillside, under the light of the torch, the blood pattern on the ground became more and more vivid.

Several men in black robes were torn to pieces, their stumps were scattered, and the only two people looked at the brown-haired girl in front of them with horrified eyes.

The fire flickered.

"Are you proficient in interrogation?"

Guiyate folded his hands, his staff was suspended beside him, and stared at Naniya.

"I have studied "Torture Technique" and "Volitionology"."

Naniya thought about her answer. Those two books were compulsory courses for Westmarch elites, and they were specially used to target war criminals and spies.

"They're not ordinary humans with weak wills."

Guiyate shook his head, but still looked very patient, "So what is your decision?"

"Of course, I still need your help."

Naniya bowed slightly, very politely.

She clearly felt Guiyate's politeness, but politeness is politeness, and it's another thing to do business.

"You, are you from Westmarch?"

One of the men in black shuddered, and he understood the Westmian language of Guiat and Naniya.

Then, he anxiously tore off the black cloth on his head, revealing a ruined dark red face and gray hair, "Please allow me to explain."

"You said."

Naniya secretly glanced at Guiyat, who didn't respond.

"My name is Yarsi Bono Vitch, a former scholar of the Geological Society of Westmarch, and concurrently the deputy director of the Alchemy Association."

The man spoke anxiously, his tongue tied several times, "...you should have heard of me? In an accident, I was captured by this group of people and forced to help them do these sacrilegious and stupid things."

Then the man began to complain about how those men in black robes ruined his appearance and tried their best to torture him.

During this period, Guiyat noticed that Naniya looked a little dazed when she heard the name "Yarshi Bonovich".

"How did they get you here? What are they up to? Who are they?"

Naniya bit her lip, took a deep breath, and asked three questions.

"They are a group of black fanatics serving the Zakarum religion. There are many secret ports on both sides of the Sea of ​​Twins. I was brought here on a rainy night. My eyes were blindfolded, but I could hear clearly. Swells and heavy rain."

The man's face wrinkled in pain, as if he didn't want to think about those memories again, "I don't know what they want to do, everyone has their own tasks, even, I don't even know who the people around me are."

"Maybe some people were also coerced, but that's just my guess."

Having said that, the scholar looked at another silent man in black beside him.

"Can you make him take off the black cloth?"

Naniya nodded and blinked.

The scholar immediately made a few gestures to the black-robed companion next to him. The latter pondered for a while, then shook his head firmly and slowly.

"Is this the gesture you use to communicate?"

Naniya looked at the scholar with an ugly face, "It seems that his answer is not good."

"Yes. He would rather be killed. Actually, those black fanatics also brainwashed me, maybe, maybe"

The scholar was incoherent. He wanted to criticize those actions, but he knew that the current situation would not allow him to do so.

Naniya nodded, drew out her long sword without hesitation, and chopped off the head of the man in black. The tip of the sword parted the black cloth, revealing the same damaged face.

"It is impossible to judge the identity from the face."

Naniya shook her head and withdrew her blood-stained sword.

The scholar on the side was indifferent to this scene. He had seen too much darkness, and now he just wanted to seize the opportunity to survive.

His throat rolled hard.

"You, you are from the Sibett family, my beautiful lady?"

On the scholar's ugly face, the small eyes gleamed hopefully, staring at Nania's boot heels.

(End of this chapter)