When the fat man quietly returned with Miao Chun, he was shocked to see that the convoy was surrounded by more than fifty believers commanded by Luo Cen, the deputy leader of the Apocalypse Cult.
What's ridiculous is that the eight large vehicles still have no intention of stopping under such circumstances. They are connected end to end, forming a large circle, and they are still moving slowly.
"Where did this happen?" The fat man was puzzled, but he didn't dare to say anything, so he could only look at the leg with doubts on his face to find the answer.
Miaochun, who was either weeping secretly or bowing her head in silence along the way, regained her energy at this time.
She glared at the fat man, made a silencing gesture, and then lay down in the grass without moving.
Mr. Mai had no choice but to follow suit and hurriedly lay down next to the beautiful woman.
The leg girl rolled her eyes at the fat man who deliberately kept a distance from him, pouted and arched towards him, and then he felt at ease.
"A peaceful world, a bright world, you gangsters who don't know how to live or die, you are stopping here like vicious dogs, how much money do you want?!" At this time, a sharp, thin, sinister voice with a strong nasal tone sounded. got up.
Then, a thin, dry man dressed as a coachman climbed onto the roof of one of the cars with great difficulty.
Don't ask, this is the guy who just spoke.
The fat man felt a chill in his heart. The content of these words was originally very strong, but they were said in this tone, which made them sound extremely vulgar.
Especially the last sentence "How much do you want?" is even more bizarre.
We have just finished scolding someone, are we about to start talking about the price of tolls?
He couldn't help but turn his head to look at Miao Chun beside him, only to see that the beautiful woman was burying her head deeply, her whole body was twitching, and she was laughing so hard.
"Bold, the deputy leader of the Apocalypse Religion is here, how dare you speak rudely, don't you want to live?" A believer shouted loudly, and at the same time opened the protective barrier.
Although they had always been secretive and low-key since they established the religion, now they were regarded as bandits by a coachman and scolded them. They couldn't swallow this tone no matter what.
"Oh? What the hell? I've never heard of it. Is it an organization that has been officially registered? Hey! Don't talk nonsense! Tell me, how much does it cost?!" The coachman's tone remained unchanged, and he seemed to recognize the other party's identity. Bandit identity.
This time, even the fat man couldn't help laughing.
At the same time, he became more curious about Miaochun's identity.
A luxurious carriage is easy to find, but a coachman with such personality is hard to find!
Moreover, Leg Jing had fought against people from the Apocalypse Sect before and had just been caught again, so he should be very aware of the opponent's strength. So, when she saw the convoy being surrounded, she was not in a hurry. Why?
Could it be that Miao Chun believed that the eighteen coachmen alone could cope with it for a while?
Thinking of this, the fat man was not in a hurry to get back in the car, but tried to relax and watch the show with the beautiful woman.
At this time, Deputy Hierarch Luo Cen was not feeling relaxed at all.
They didn't find any clues about the disappearance of the Chahan people in that depression, but they found ten horrific corpses.
After some analysis, Palch and Wilson came to a terrible conclusion.
The murderer was a magic injector.
And the person possessed by the devil is most likely Silaire himself.
This inference immediately raised the danger level of Chahan's team by several levels.
So they decided to follow separate routes to find each other's whereabouts as soon as possible.
Palch and Wilson turned back to the Suril barracks to check the situation. Meno led a large force to continue the search, while Loczen led dozens of men to try their luck in the direction in which the Fat Man's convoy left.
However, Luo Cen did not expect that what was originally a simple task would take them most of the night.
This hateful fat man not only deviated from the road and went in circles, but also deliberately covered the tracks of the car, as if he had expected someone to follow him.
Now, the convoy has been found, but the strange movement of the other party makes the deputy leader hesitate.
After a series of changes and accidents, she realized one thing in particular: the fat man had too many secrets and created too many miracles.
"We are old friends of Master Mai Sang, and we have come to see him to inquire about something. Isn't he here?" the deputy leader asked in a deep voice, and she decided to be polite first and then fight.
"Hey! It turns out he's not a robber, but a poor relative who came to borrow money! I said to you, auntie, why don't you wink at all? You've been yelling for so long, but didn't Mr. Mai come out? Then he just doesn't want to recognize you. These relatives! If you know what’s going on, please leave as soon as possible and don’t disturb our circle, otherwise, I, I will report to the police!” the coachman shouted impatiently.
"Attack!" Luo Cen roared angrily and turned into a rain of stones to hit the convoy.
This coachman is so annoying, "Auntie"? Who to call? Even if you kill him a thousand times, you won't be able to understand your hatred.
Seeing the leader's activation, the believers also responded one after another, launching all kinds of fancy long-distance injection techniques in unison.
They are not stupid either. The previous scene of hundreds of people disappearing out of thin air was shocking enough. Now that the "aunts" don't dare to rush forward and fight, why bother to be the first person?
"Ouch! Robbery!" The moment Luo Cen took action, the coachman let out a cry of fear, and he already turned over and fell to the ground.
The fat man was frightened when he saw an extremely fantastic scene.
Eight protective guards of different colors were opened at the same time, tightly covering their respective carriages.
Judging from the depth of the halo alone, the casters of these barriers are at least as strong as mid-level injectors.
However, this is nothing. There is an obvious mutual relationship between the adjacent protections. In this way, a thicker chain protection network is formed around the circle formed by the carriage.
On the Apocalypse Sect, the one with the strongest attack power is of course the deputy leader Luo Cen.
With her strength as a high-level injection master, and her actions with hatred, the danger can be imagined.
However, when the woman's stone rain hit the protective net, it only caused a weak energy fluctuation, and this fluctuation quickly spread to the left and right, and disappeared in an instant like a stone sinking into the sea.
The deputy leader's attacks were like this, let alone those of ordinary believers.
Therefore, the Apocalypse Sect's first attack seemed to be very powerful, but it failed to cause any actual damage and was easily resolved by the opponent.
As a result, joint defense based on complementary elements has demonstrated strong advantages.
While the eight coachmen started to hold up the barrier, the remaining ten people had reached the middle of the circle formed by the carriages.
Among them, there is one wood, fire, earth, and water infusion master each. They use their concentration to form vine whips, fireballs, sharp stones, and ice to stand at the four corners. Four gold infusion masters work together to hold the sky-opening axe. Stay in the center.
In the open space between the two groups of people, Brother Hai and the venomous driver were circling rapidly.
Green light surged around Brother Hai's body, while the short man was shrouded in a cloud of gray mist.
"Hey, I already know Brother Hai, what's your name for that short one?" The fat man was so excited by the changes in the field that he temporarily forgot all his worries and asked in a low voice.
Seeing that the other party no longer had a frown on his face, Miao Chun felt happy. She whispered, "Brother Hai's real name is Hai Long. The other one is called Shouhu. This guy is cruel and cruel, and his mouth is even more vicious. He can give you a run for his money. From now on, you can You two can talk more!"
"Hmph!" The fat man was not ashamed but proud, with a proud face.
"Get up!" At this time, with Hai Long's shocking roar, the ten coachmen in the circle were fully focused, and together with the surrounding protective net, they had formed an overall energy dome.
"How's it going? Isn't this multi-person mixing skill impressive enough?! I hope those bastards will retreat when they see the difficulties, otherwise it will be easier for them to come in than to get out!" Miao Chun gritted his teeth and showed off.
She had been captured by Parchi before, which was the first time she had experienced this. She felt so humiliated that she had long regarded the Apocalypse cult as a scourge that must be eradicated. At this time, without using Xuan Xing and other experts, Leg Jing had the upper hand with just the power of his own hands. One can imagine his mixed feelings of hatred and pleasure.
"Mixed skills? Who are you fooling? This is a formation! Don't think I don't know it! It's just that there seems to be a formation missing..." Mr. Mai's eyes shone and he said to himself.
Shouhu: I’ll make you mad to death first!
(End of chapter)
