From the Dungeon, Slaughter the Demon Apostle

Hunter made this order quickly, and all the people lying on the bridge deck began to slowly arch their waists, getting ready.

"Master Booker, after three seconds, you start first, and the others will start to act in one minute."

Hunt continued.

Booker nodded calmly, clenched his fists, and squeezed the things in his hands tighter.

"Three. Two. One, let's go!"

When Hunter finished counting down and the word "walk" just came out, Booker swished out like a cheetah.

He was holding the Pico in his left hand and a black package in his right. He kept leaning forward forty-five degrees in a sprint all the way, and dropped the Pico at a distance of 200 meters.

It only took less than thirty-five seconds for the whole process, and he traveled a distance of one thousand meters, arrived under the energy shield, opened the package in his hand, and revealed a black football-sized object.

He began to draw a weird and cumbersome figure on the ground. This is the so-called alchemy to form a magic circle. The law of alchemy is the law of equivalent exchange. If you want to get something, you have to pay something. Therefore, refining the formation has become the medium, or the balance, in this synthesis process.

The difficulty of alchemy is directly proportional to the complexity of the alchemy formation. The more complex the alchemy formation, the more difficult it is to perform alchemy. And all the alchemy formations are round, which symbolizes perfection and circulation.

Fortunately, the alchemy formation was just an auxiliary formation this time, and it wasn't too difficult. It only took Booker fifteen seconds to complete it.

Then he carefully picked up the black object and slowly placed it in the center of the formation formation, and took out a small transparent bottle containing golden liquid from his waist pocket and placed it in the formation formation with both hands Putting the palms together, he began to chant the mantra in his mouth.

The lines on the formation on the ground began to shine continuously one by one, and when all the lines were connected together, a green light suddenly shot up into the sky, reflecting Booker's face even more green.

When he saw that the Liancheng Formation was successfully activated, Booker hurriedly retreated to the place 200 meters away from where Piku was dropped. Piku had already dug a temporary cave two meters deep here, and Booker said nothing Drilled in directly, and found a black metal plate from nowhere to block the hole.

Booker's face sank and he was about to attack, but Hunter waved his hand, and then continued:

"You have to think about it, where are we now? This is the Plain of Hope! The five forbidden areas, what is needed here is cooperation. Outside, you can still use the reputation of the apostle to frighten others.

But here, you don't even have a chance to send a message, and you want to know how many people there are, how many people we have, don't say that the little girl's bodyguard is a master who can't be messed with, just four Tribal people are not something you can mess with. "

Seeing that Booker was still not convinced, Hunter continued:

"Don't think that if you have a broken token, people will be afraid of you. To put it bluntly, in such a dangerous place, is it important to have a companion with a certain skill, or a warrior who bosses around and gives orders? And the most important thing Yes, if you really make them anxious, whether you still have the life to explore this Plain of Hope is another matter."

Booker's face became more and more ugly, but Hunter's straightforward words had been made very clear, which made him speechless for a moment, and he didn't expect that his momentary impulsiveness would force him into such a situation.

Hunter patted Booker on the shoulder and sneered:

"Okay, you choose your face and life, and you can't see the despicable things Bruce did to steal people's lives and save their lives. He can plot against one person, but can't he plot against a group of people? What else does he have? Is there any credibility? If you have nothing to say, I will go over and talk to someone else."

Although Booker's face was so gloomy that he could drip water, he didn't have any intention of refuting. He quietly put the apostle's token into his arms, obviously accepting Hunter's arrangement.

Only then did Hunter nodded in satisfaction, and walked towards the aborigines, but he didn't notice a hint of sinister and cunning flashing in Booker's eyes.

A tense struggle subsided under Hunter's appeasement and Booker's concession, and Hunter became the new leader justifiably.

Booker, who had lost his privileges, showed his unwillingness on his face, which made everyone feel relieved. A person like this who is not deep in the city is not a big threat, but he is just a reckless man.

"Yinsha, what are you looking at? Why are you ignoring me?" Momo grabbed Yinsha's trouser legs and muttered dissatisfiedly on tiptoe.

Looking away, Yinsha showed a gentle smile, touched Momo's head and asked softly:

"Does it hurt?"

Momo was stunned for a moment, and understood what Yinsha meant for a moment, then her nose twitched, her mouth flattened, her eyes narrowed, and with a wow sound, she burst out, crying while crying. He beat Yin Sha with his small fist.

"Dead Yinsha, stinking Yinsha, you just threw me in such pain that you scared me to death, you...you pay, you pay..."

There was a rare expression on Yin Sha's calm face, he looked at the crying pear blossom with rain all over his face, which made the petite Momo subconsciously twitch.

This girl of feelings has only felt the pain in her body until now, but this mouth is capable of crying. Should it be said that she is slow to respond, or that she has a talent for acting? Even Yin Sha, who has always been calm when accidents happen, is at a loss I don't know what to do.

"Okay, okay, don't cry, Momo, Yinsha just did this to protect you, but you have also seen the danger just now, and you must follow closely the next action Yin Sha, don't leave him half a step!"

Fortunately, Mo Ke came out in time to smooth things over, coaxing and scaring the little girl to stop crying, but Momo still didn't intend to let Yin Sha go, and said with a pursed mouth:

"I don't care, my whole body hurts now, you carry me on your back."

Looking at Momo, whose eyes were hazy and crying like a little tabby cat, Yinsha shook his head helplessly, and even he himself began to doubt whether his behavior just now was really outrageous, turned around, half Squat down.

"Come on up..."

Mo Mo achieved her goal as she wished, but when the others began to pay attention to the surrounding environment, a smugness flashed in the eyes of the little girl, she made a victory gesture towards a person in the distance, and silently opened her mouth and laughed up.

"Stinky girl, you don't even have hair all over, and you want to declare war on me, you really can't treat my old lady like a sick cat."