Homer engraved the teleportation magic circle in the altar area, but Downton feared that he would hit the undead monster after teleportation, so for safety, he chose to enter the Holy Pray Cathedral through the sewer. M

"Brother, someone will follow us!" After walking for less than half an hour in the sewer where the instep was submerged in water, the walnut wrinkled his small nose and smelled the odor of the murloc, "It is the murloc underground!"

"Homer, let out the shaman captive." Downton glanced back, dark, nothing.

The space for war opened, and the old murloc shaman fell out. Before seeing the surrounding environment, he stepped on one foot with his foot and plunged his head into the mud.

Uluru!

The unlucky shaman spit out a string of bubbles and filled the mouth with stinky water.

"Let it go in front, and at the same time shout, if the murloc dare to do it, I demolished their old nest." Downton waved his hand, even the number of demon servants was too lazy to increase, let the team open.

Jackson ran back, put a string around the shaman's neck, and pulled it to the front.

Shaman's initial performance was slow, and he shouted towards Downton, wanting to negotiate, but after being kicked off two ribs by Jackson's big foot, he was honest.

The tracked fishermen witnessed this scene, whispering, worried about being caught, and deliberately opened a longer distance.

In fact, the last time Downton slaughtered many murlocs, the tribe’s adult soldiers were half dead, and they did not dare to find Downton’s trouble. The current surveillance is only worried about his trouble to find the old nest. As for Save the shaman? They thought about it, but they didn't have that strength.

The ghouls wore heavy water armor, even if they stood and let the murlocs cut, it would take a long time.

In the back garden of the cathedral, Downton led the team along the old road, straight to the basement level.

"Should I go to the right this time?" Walnut looked inward with his toes. Going to the left is the altar area.

Let the two ghouls go first, followed by Jackson after thirty meters, then the big troops, and finally the six broken ghouls.

Downton still didn't let Celesce use lighting, but went forward with an oil lamp.

In the dark tunnel. Apart from footsteps, there was only a slight breathing sound. The silence is terrible, as if everything is dead, there is no breath of life.

"Stop all, master, there is a problem!" After walking 500 meters, I didn't see the end of the blind road. I just kept turning left and Casimodo stood still to remind Downton.

"We already knew." Walnut looked at the magic book held in Celes' arms. "Homa, have you found a way to crack it?"

"Go ahead!" Homer urged. "I met the node, I will tell you."

"Bulk, if you don't say it, we know it." Jackson looked down on Casimodo and felt his position was threatened, so he targeted it. Defamed its image in Downton's heart, "You are just a servant, without the master's order, you are not allowed to give orders privately."

"Note it down!" Casimodo stopped talking.

"Don't care, if you feel there is a problem, just say it directly." Downton didn't care, but the reticent Casimodo made him appreciate it more.

After another one hundred meters. With a bang, a skeleton soldier suddenly fell from the ceiling and slammed into Ceres.

Downton drew his sword, and the dragon bomb was shot, hitting the skeleton soldiers, and blasting it into a flying bone stick.

This guy seemed to sound the offensive horn, the rune array lit up on the surrounding walls, and more and more skeleton soldiers fell.

"Go protect Celes!"

Casimo, who was instructed, stepped in two steps, crossed the distance of nearly eight meters, and appeared beside the dead Banshee. With a big wave of his hand, he smashed the skull towards her.

As soon as a skull climbed out of the ground, the head of the skull was kicked by the walnut.

"Ghoul, V-shaped formation, assault!" Downton pulled out the knight's sword, dual-armed, and rushed to the front of the team. Little Lolita followed, followed by a whirlwind, shot in a circle , Like a bark knife, shattered the skeletons intercepted along the way.

The people who had already experienced the magic maze of the labyrinth once did not panic, and proceeded step by step.

Celesce released the lighting technique, and the skeleton soldiers reflected in it were all visible, even the mold from the rotting bones could be seen.

With the powerful protection of Casimodo, the Death Banshee can cast spells without hesitation.

After the lengthy spell ended, a black cloud flew out, followed by a dense ice gun rain, they were like sharp spears, piercing the skeleton soldiers into shatters.

During these twenty days, Celesce was supervised by Homer and learned a lot of group attack magic.

"Casimo, you are the pioneer!"

Downton retreated.

"Follow the order!" Kasimodo charged, and every time his strong and powerful feet stepped on the ground, they roared like a drum of war, and they would step out of the bones.

Click! Click!

Downton wore an order suit, dual-armed weapons, charged, and attacked fiercely, but compared to Kasimo, the visual impact was even worse.

With no martial arts and no weapons, as a war machine, Casimodo completely relied on his tyrannical flesh and body and brute force to crush the past.

For it, it is not known what evasion is. Even if the spears and blunt knives of the skeleton soldiers hit it, they can't cause any damage.

Seeing Casimodo as a tank, he plowed from the skeleton soldiers all the time, Jackson envied.

Compared to the last time of anxiety, the team's advancement this time is more methodical. With Casimodo, the blow from the front of the team is completely negligible.

It is a pity that these skeletons are magical summoning creatures, and no soul remains will be produced after death, otherwise it will definitely be a bumper harvest.

"It's there!" Homer shot an arrow, pointing at a tile on the ceiling.

"I'm coming!" Walnut volunteered, a sprint, followed by stepping on Kasimodo's thigh, jumped on its shoulder, then squatted, his legs force, and rushed to the ceiling, in the moment of approaching , Out of the tomahawk.

Boom, the stones fell, and the surrounding monsters immediately melted like ice and snow, disappearing without a trace.

A narrow, dark channel appeared in the team's field of vision.

Turning round the corner and walking to the end, the crowd came to a stone door.

"I feel like I'm going to become a locksmith." Homer vomited a slot and stretched out her elemental arm to unlock the magic lock.

After waiting for less than three minutes, the stone door was opened by Homer.

"Lighting!" Downton stopped the walnut, who was rushing in.

Forefront of Celestial Staff, three light clusters shot towards the ceiling, and the dazzling radiance seemed to be like a place where the mercury blew, staining every inch of land in the war workshop.

"Wow!" Walnut exclaimed, his eyes widened for a moment.

Others are not much better, looking curiously at the facilities in the war workshop.

In two workshops about the size of a football field, rows of glassware up to five meters in diameter and two meters in diameter were neatly placed, filled with light green liquid, and immersed in a hate.

"Why do you soak them in?" The walnuts puzzled and ran to a glass jar. "Look, there are bubbles, they seem to be breathing?"

"The armor is improperly preserved and rusty, not to mention abomination. They are consumables and require more elaborate maintenance." Homer floated out and released the eye of the abyss. "These facilities not only save abomination, but also treat them at the same time. Strengthening."

"What are those tubes for?" Jackson saw a lot of thick tubes inserted in every glassware, like blood vessels, looking terrible.

"With your IQ, even if I explain it, I can't understand it."

"I'm at least smarter than Walnut." Jackson was not convinced.

"What are you talking about?" Walnut looked at Jackson, revealing a tiger's teeth. "Do you want to single out?"

"Downton, you are rich. One hundred petri dishes are built in the whole workshop. Each one has a hate. Look at the label. It has been soaked for at least fifty years. They are more than ordinary hatred warriors. Awesome." Homer saw some small pieces of paper on the jar with the disgusting manufacturing date, manufacturing materials, and process.

I have to say that the mysterious master is very talented. After a detailed collation and comparison of the collected data, it can determine what kind of hate is produced by it, and the cost performance and combat effectiveness are better!

"How to wake them up?" Downton knocked on the utensils, looking at the jars lined up on both sides, with an urge to laugh.

This is one of the strongest heavy infantry in the Western Continent, a full hundred. If all the heavy armor is put on, it will completely crush a 500-human human infantry regiment.

The only thing Liszt can rely on is the security team in Chenwu Town and the private soldiers in their family. Now that Downton has this abomination corps, there is no need to worry about him at all.

"Walnut, Celes, go pick two haters to be your bodyguards!" Downton is very generous, anyway, there is a hate workshop, and a scholar like Homer. If you want to hate, you can continue to make it.

"Just smash it?" The walnut was ready to lift his battle axe.

"Don't do it." Homer stopped, "Do you want them to die suddenly? Waking them up requires at least five processes."

Ceres wants to escape ~lightnovelpub.net~ It's a pity to slow down.

"Sirace, come here, this is your job!"

Looking at the magic flame text, the death banshee's complexion went down, and she hated the body.

"Jackson, go check it out, Casimodo, and protect Celes." Downton was ready to meditate, and he didn't care about this knowledge.

"Guarantee the completion of the mission." Jackson performed a Drankford salute, and left happily. He wanted to perform well, and then he also wanted a hateful bodyguard.

After Homer locked the stone door, Downton drank a magic power to squeeze the potion and began to meditate.

Soul angels exude white light, like twinkling warm stars, dotted around Downton, their wings are even more gorgeous.

Walnut is like a spirit cat, walking around as if looking for treasure, but a moment later, he heard Jackson's scream.

"Master, help, there are monsters!"