Seeing Robert rushing towards the altar like a madman, the Tiger Captain and his companions could not hesitate. They all roared and rushed forward waving their swords.
At this moment, they had no fear, only the same hatred and resentment.
From the day they met each other, they have been advancing and retreating together. They have never let their partners be attacked from both sides, and they can completely hand over their backs to their partners.
Unless their companions fall, they only need to face the enemy in front!
Although they never made a vow to live and die together, they used their actions to show their attitude, that is, they would never watch their companions fall into dangerous predicaments, but they chose to sit back and watch.
Now that the little bird has taken the first step, the tiger captain and the others are filled with grief, and their hearts are filled with anger and sadness.
Although they had known for a long time that one day they would die somewhere in battle, no one thought that the first person to die would not be themselves, but Xiaoniao, the girl they cared for like a sister.
She is not yet an adult, and her future life is still very long, but...
"Little Bird, my brother will take revenge for you!"
The Argonian man let out a roar, and waved a sword like a whirlwind, rushing through the dense dark spirits, forming a fire dragon wherever it passed, the scene after the burning of those dark spirits.
The Tiger Captain, Green Eyes, Rabbit Ears, and other companions who lived together day and night were all going crazy at this moment, killing the dark spirits that were rushing toward them one after another.
They were like a pack of wolves in dire straits, bursting out with frightening violent momentum, pushing all the way towards the altar.
At the same time, hundreds of contracted monks also joined the battle, relying on demon-killing weapons that were fatal to spirits to kill the dark spirits in pieces!
The "warship" formed by five hundred contracted monks moved forward in the ocean formed by dark spirits. Under their impact, the dark spirits that covered almost half of the sea of bones melted at a speed visible to the naked eye.
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The lords of Holy Dragon City in the rear were all watching the scene in front of them quietly, but they were helpless.
The reason why these indigenous monks were summoned for this god-slaying operation was mainly because only those with keen senses among the indigenous people would have the opportunity to discover the entrance to the small world of indigenous gods.
Another reason is that if you want to eliminate the indigenous god believers guarding the entrance to the small world, you must take action from the indigenous monks. If outsiders intervene, they will inevitably attract the rejection and suppression of the forces of this world.
Once that happens, the strength that the Holy Dragon City monks can exert is not even as good as these indigenous monks!
Even if Tang Zhen takes action in person, he will encounter similar treatment, and even the power of suppression and rejection will be stronger.
Only by breaking open the entrance to the small world, can Tang Zhen and others freely let go and turn the small world of the indigenous gods upside down!
Therefore, whether this operation is successful or not, these contract monks play a great role. In order to allow them to fully display their strength, Holy Dragon City will make an exception and equip them with valuable standard equipment.
And these contracted monks did not disappoint Tang Zhen, because in just a dozen breaths, they had already rushed to the altar.
Without any hesitation, these contracted monks immediately divided into two teams. One group was responsible for blocking the charging dark spirits, while the other group took out the magic-breaking grenades in a tacit understanding and smashed them at the statue belonging to Namira.
"boom!"
Violent flames rose into the sky, and the statue of Namira was directly wrapped. In the blazing fire, an earth-shaking roar suddenly erupted.
In the burning flames, Namira's approximately ten-meter-tall statue jumped directly out of the flames, dragging its charred body and rushing towards the contract monks brandishing its sword.
The various monsters that were originally crawling at its feet all moved at this moment, staring with blood-red eyes, filled with black energy, and followed Namira to launch an attack.
Facing the furious statue, the contracted monks did not flinch. Some of them were responsible for blocking it head on, while some of the contracted monks behind took off their rifles and all aimed at the statue and opened fire.
The dense barrage rushed towards the statue like water, and countless debris was knocked down. The dark statue became dilapidated in an instant.
"Ant!"
Namira, whose body was damaged in many places, saw black smoke shooting out of her eyes, roaring from her mouth, and the huge sword was wrapped in darkness and filth, and struck several contracted monks fiercely.
The contracted monks were unable to dodge, so they could only raise their sabers and shields to block, but they were directly knocked backwards. Their whole bodies were wrapped in black aura and filth like living creatures.
After they fell to the ground, blood spurted from their mouths, and their expressions continued to struggle, as if they were resisting the invasion of this dark force.
Just when this living-like darkness was about to cover their heads and their eyes became pitch black and full of evil and filth, a Lord of Holy Dragon City appeared like lightning and reached out to grab these contracted monks.
Judging from his cultivation aura, he is clearly a nine-star lord who is only one step away from the king level!
The spiritual power turned into big hands, which directly penetrated the bodies of these contracted monks, and then forcefully pulled out the darkness and filth.
In the spiritually transformed hands of the Lord of Holy Dragon City, those dark auras that looked like living creatures continued to struggle, emitting low but disturbing roars.
The Lord of Holy Dragon City laughed ferociously, and the flames spread out with his spiritual power raised, directly burning these things into ashes!
Looking at the injured contract monks, although they were still vomiting blood and groaning, they no longer had the worry of being possessed by their bodies. Relying on the protection of the armor, they would not lose their lives.
After simply holding on to these contracted monks and stuffing a pill into his mouth, the lord of Holy Dragon City went to treat other injured contracted monks with his body like lightning.
These guys still have a big role to play, so they can’t die easily!
Although the contract monks were injured one after another, they also achieved obvious results. The statue of Namira had been beaten with holes, one arm was missing, half of the head was broken, and two large wounds appeared on the waist and chest.
hole!
If this was not a statue inhabited by a soul, but a real body, I would probably be close to death by now.
Even so, the statue's attack power was greatly weakened, and it continued to let out angry and futile roars, but it ushered in even more ferocious attacks from the contracted monks!
Robert was desperate for his life. He was always on the front line of the attack, throwing out a spell scroll from time to time.
Even though he was stepped on by the statue during this period, he still gritted his teeth and got up, showing his teeth stained red with blood, and rushed towards Namira's statue with a big smile.
That kind of crazy look made the contracted monks around him secretly frightened.
The other contracted monks also did not flinch, because they knew very well that if they did not destroy the statue today, Holy Dragon City would never let them leave.
Since either it dies or I die, then why should there be any hesitation?
Under the concerted attack of everyone, the movements of the Namira statue became slower and slower, and when it finally stopped, it suddenly shattered into countless stones.
A black shadow suddenly appeared and shot towards the distance.
But at this moment, a figure suddenly appeared, grabbed the black shadow in his hand, and threw it directly into the door made of mirrors that appeared next to him.
A handsome face with a mean smile flashed behind the mirror.
Glancing at the panting contracted monk with traces of battle all over his body, Tang Zhen smiled slightly.
"Well done. Leave the rest to us. Just have a good rest!"
As soon as he finished speaking, Tang Zhen punched into the void, and then a ball of flame appeared, wrapping the altar directly.
As the flame burned, a hole slowly appeared, then continued to expand, and an unknown space appeared before everyone's eyes.