At this time, the "village chief" had already felt the fighting power hidden in the crowd. Knowing that the seduction plan had failed, he immediately broke up with him.
"I underestimated you, the remnants of the old era, who still hide so much power."
"But it's a pity."
"You must all die here today!"
The village chief's old face suddenly became radiant, his hair turned from white to black, and his body gradually became taller and his muscles expanded.
He has the physique of a strong man.
Only then did the divine servants of the pilgrim team discover that the aboriginal people, who were originally only considered to be of acceptable strength, but could not stop their tens of thousands of troops, actually possessed very terrifying strength!
"Corey……"
The leader of the old man, the Divine Attendant, was filled with shock when he saw the village chief in his prime.
"You know him?"
Xu Lang asked.
The old man sighed: "He is the servant of the New God. He is the master of killing. He was given the title of Desert God of War by the God of Desert. I didn't expect him to appear here."
"Desert War God?"
Xu Lang was stunned for a moment.
He seemed to know why the system rarely reminded them to work hard, because with the power of these old god servants, they couldn't get through the safe haven, so how could they enter the holy land?
And he thinks that all Zheng Yu's guesses are correct, except for the only problem.
That is, this group of believers in the old gods are not fanatical believers at all, but they have no other way to go except to go to the Holy Land and devote their lives to the old gods.
There can only be one god, and then there can only be one belief.
In a world where God exists.
There is no room for people like them who have the power of the old gods.
It was better to die in the Holy Land than to be slowly genocide.
They are not marching firmly toward the Holy Land.
But they only have this way.
Xu Lang said: "No matter what kind of war god he is, we must pass through the safe harbor safely today."
"But you must not fight inside the safe haven."
After being reminded by Zheng Yu, Xu Lang saw Corey hiding his aura and changing his appearance to lure the divine attendants of the pilgrim team into the village.
He immediately guessed the reason why Zheng Yu asked him to stop the fight.
Obviously, Corey doesn't want to fight with tens of thousands of pilgrim refugees. There must be a trap in the safe haven.
The old man also understood what Xu Lang meant. He signaled the other divine attendants to follow Xu Lang's words and retreat.
As for the pilgrim team...because long before arriving at the safe haven, he had ordered the divine attendants in the clan to temporarily stay outside the safe haven.
at the same time.
The desert war god Corey had already rushed in front of Xu Lang.
The first person he wanted to kill was Xu Lang, who ruined his plan and insulted him.
"Heh, do you really think I'm a weakling?"
Xu Lang didn't panic at all.
The staff tapped the ground.
Click!
A wall of ice instantly blocked Corey.
boom!
Corey smashed the ice wall with brute force and approached Xu Lang very quickly.
A look of success flashed in Corey's eyes. He knew these servants of the old gods very well, a group of weaklings who liked to pray.
As long as he is close, he will ravage him.
He even thought for a while about how to avoid the brains splattered by him.
But when Corey waved the giant sword in his hand without any mercy.
In disbelief, he saw this "weak" divine servant trying to block his giant sword with the staff in his hand.
"The mantis' arm blocks the car..."
Corey was disdainful, even a little annoyed.
Do you dare to use a wooden stick to block my sword? Do you really not take me, the God of Desert War, seriously?
when!
The giant sword fell.
There was no scene of plasma splattering and head separation as Corey imagined. Instead, he hit a wall of air as hard as steel, making a harsh iron impact sound.
And the wooden stick stabbed Corey directly.
Crack!
When the staff touched Corey's chest, it made an arcing sound.
Immediately afterwards, a bolt of lightning struck from the sky.
"Draw thunder!"
Xu Lang shouted.
The thunder and lightning fell, and Corey was briefly controlled to the spot. In this short period of time, Xu Lang tore off his shirt, revealing his muscles as hard as iron.
"Heh, do you think I'm a mage?"
"Close?"
"The thing I'm not afraid of the most is brainless warriors like you."
As a battle mage, Xu Lang has the smooth spell-casting ability of a mage and the tough physique of a warrior.
The fusion of the two made Xu Lang never timid in battle.
Even if he is facing Corey who is much stronger than him.
This is the reason why he can be the leader of this Path of Exile.
As an S-level talent professional, his talent is very high, but it is not as good as those top SS-level talent professionals.
It is precisely because of his practical ability that he is where he is today.
"Dragon and lion!"
Xu Lang waved his staff, and a looming dragon-headed lion appeared on the tip of the staff, striking Corey's body.
And, every time it hits, the thunder will be triggered again, paralyzing Corey.
This is Xu Lang's own fighting style.
Not only does it have mage buff skills that increase supply speed, but it also has a battle mage-specific skill that explodes spell damage when attacking, Dragon and Lion Staff Dance.
There is also lightning to keep it under control.
But after swinging a few sticks, Xu Lang was satisfied with the damage, but it had little effect on Corey.
Moreover, as the lightning paralysis lasted, Corey gradually gained control of his body and began to adapt to and become immune to the lightning's paralysis control.
"Draw the ground as a prison!"
"One paragraph of Dust Thought Slash!"
"Holy blessing!"
"Bear is angry!"
At this time, skills of various professions came from everywhere.
The monk's drawing was a prison, once again controlling Corey.
The priest started to encourage people.
The druid's giant bear stood between Corey and Xu Lang.
Liu Henhe also rushed into the battle with his SS-level talent and skills, wielding a silver giant sword.
laugh--
Liu Henhe's high attack actually tore through Corey's defense and cut a scar on Corey's throat.
Blood spurts out.
But the next moment, the wound healed instantly.
"roll!"
Corey roared.
As the most skilled servant of the Desert God, his talent finally showed his full strength.
sand--
Corey's size expanded, and the dust around him began to rotate around him. Everyone was swept away by the dust, and their blood volume began to decrease crazily.
Liu Henhe started again.
"Second Stage: Return and Slash!"
The blade that had been slashed at Corey's throat appeared out of nowhere and cut Corey's throat again.
Although it briefly interrupted Corey's offensive pace.
But Liu Henhe also discovered that the throat that was cut for the second time had recovered at a speed visible to the naked eye.
"This recovery ability is a bit too bad!"
Just when Liu Henhe was about to retreat.
"Ling——"
A butterfly chirps.
Countless colorful butterflies flew into the battlefield...
