Chapter 721 Top of the World

Duanmuhuai is not very familiar with Dione. In fact, he and the other party only met once when he was summoned. At that time, Duanmuhuai gave Duanmuhuai the impression that this girl was weak, at least she didn't look like she had [ Dancing Blade] such a title.

   After all, what do you say about this title... When you hear it, you think it should be like a berserker or something.

   At least it won't be a girl who looks weak in a dress and doesn't even speak much.

   In fact, it seems to be the same.

   "Sister Dione, the lord is looking for you."

   "Hey...! Please, please wait!"

Hearing the report from the fencing instructor outside, there was a faint scream from inside the door, and then Duanmuhuai and Mary heard ping-pong-pong and house demolition inside, and after a while, they saw the closed door Only then did a slit open, and then Tione revealed her head embarrassingly.

   "Hi, hello, my lord, what can I do?"

"What are you doing?"

  Looking at Tione in front of him, Duanmuhuai couldn't help asking in doubt, but there was dust all over Tione's body, as if she just fell down.

   "Ah, I, I'm cleaning..."

   "Cleaning? Now?"

  Hearing Tione's answer, Duanmuhuai looked bewildered, then he stretched out his hand and pushed the door open, and then looked inside—then Duanmuhuai was speechless.

  I saw that the room was full of sundries, and all kinds of books, notes, and reports were piled up everywhere, giving people a feeling of clutter.

   "Can you still live in this room?"

   "No, no problem!"

  Hearing Duanmuhuai's question, Tione hurriedly answered.

   “I know where things are, so no problem!”

  This excuse sounds really familiar... Forget it, now is not the time to care about such trivial matters.

   "Get ready, we're going out to search and fight."

   "Fight? Then do you need to gather soldiers..."

   "No, you can just come, it's more convenient if there are fewer people."

  Duanmuhuai shook his head, if the opponent really had an army of untouchables, then it would be difficult to deal with a large number of people on his side. It would be more convenient to simply bring a few people directly into the beheading operation.

"I see."

  Tione nodded, and then looked at the swordsmanship instructor standing beside her.

   "Then everything is training as usual, and I will talk about other things when I come back."

  While speaking, Tione patted the dust off her body, then adjusted the two swords hanging on her waist, and looked at Duanmuhuai.

   "I'm ready and ready to go, my lord!"

   "...Are you going to go like this?"

"Any questions?"

   "At least wash your face..."

  Looking at the ink stains on the other party's face like a little cat, Duanmu Huai sighed speechlessly. The latter stretched out his hand and touched his face. As if he had just reacted, he screamed and went back into the room, closing the door forcefully.

   "...is she really okay?"

   Duanmuhuai looked suspiciously at the swordsmanship instructor next to him. To be honest, from just now until now, Tione has given him the feeling that he is really unreliable at all... Can this kind of person manage the military affairs of the territory well?

  Although Mysterina didn't report it, it should be fine...

   "Please rest assured, my lord, although Sister Tione is a little confused in her daily life, she has always been conscientious in her work!"

"………hope so."

  What else can Duanmuhuai say? That's all I can say.

   In this world, starting an adventure is really hard.

   It's like when Duanmuhuai and others were in Neverwinter before, they were going to Heim Fortress, and the difficulty was basically the level of trekking. This is also one of the reasons why people always respect adventurers. In order to destroy the enemy, they go deep into uninhabited forests, swamps, and dangerous volcanoes. Stay away.

  If it’s a game, the wild monsters and enemies encountered randomly on the road are the biggest headache for players, but in reality, for adventurers, losing their way and having no food and water sources are their biggest problems.

   But it's okay, Duanmu Huai doesn't have to worry about this kind of problem.

   "Turn right from here..."

  Mary stared at the lost soul next to her, and said in a low voice, and then under her instruction, the Thunderhawk fighter slowly changed direction and continued to drive forward.

   If it is an ordinary adventure, then Duanmu Huai and others should set off in a team, head north all the way, then investigate various clues, and then search for traces to find the mysterious Supreme True God.

  But Duanmu Huai is too lazy to waste time, he has a better way.

  That is to directly pull a lost soul onto the plane, and then let Mary stare at the shadow of the lost soul—according to Mary, the shadows of these lost souls will have a line connecting them to the distance. Although the specific location cannot be seen, the approximate orientation can also be determined through the orientation of these lines.

  That’s right, this is like a mission plugin in an online game. After accepting a mission, just follow the arrows indicated by the mission plugin to find the location. Where does all this nonsense come from? With such a good plug-in as the golden pupil, you don't have to go for it yourself, isn't that stupid?

   "It's almost here, so this place is really desolate."

   Duanmu Huai looked down through the window, and below was a snow-capped mountain range. This is the northernmost mountain range in the Sword Coast region, and it is also the most desolate place in the entire world. It is quite suitable as a hidden stronghold of a big boss, but it is a pity that looking from above, there is no sign of life in the vicinity, that is to say...

   "Are you underground again? I'm really fed up with the underground. I hope these **** don't hide too deep."

  Duanmuhuai muttered, took out the auspicious instrument and began to search.

   Sure enough, on the bird divination instrument, Duanmuhuai immediately locked on a group of life signals located in the mountains.

   "This is it."

  Duanmuhuai ordered the fighter plane to fly forward, came to the sky over the life signals, and then looked at Mary, who once again stared at the lost soul who was restrained next to him, and then nodded.

   "Just down there."      "Good."

  Receiving Mary's answer, Duanmuhuai narrowed his eyes, while Lorena looked out the window.

   "But Master Knight, there doesn't seem to be a hole around here? How do we get in?"

   "It's very simple, there is no road in the world, and there will be a road if there are more people walking."

  Duanmu Huai snorted coldly, then turned on the communication device.

   "Icot."

   "Here, Uncle Commander, what instructions do you have?"

   "Send a Lunar-class cruiser to the designated location, and launch a wave of ground-to-ground bombing, blowing this **** place upside down!"

"clear."

  What kind of tunnel are you going to go, wouldn’t it be over if you just blow it up?

   Deep in the dark underground, on the profane throne, a figure is sitting there, looking at the believers indifferently. In front of him, hundreds of guys in black robes who looked like cultists were kneeling there, whispering strange hymns, while at the same time, a group of ragged refugees were captured by goblins. They drove over with the orcs, and they looked around tremblingly, not knowing whether it was because of the cold or fear.

   "You, who are you? What are you bringing us here for?"

   "I want to go home, let me go back!"

   "Why am I being treated this way, why..."

Some were crying, some were howling, some were praying, but they could do nothing, they could only rush to the platform under the throne like driven animals. At this moment, the chanting of the surrounding believers became louder, making those poor refugees terrified . They stared uneasily at the dark shadow sitting on the throne, not knowing what to do.

  But at this moment...

   "Die——!"

  Suddenly, a refugee rushed out from the crowd roaring. He grabbed the spear in the hand of the goblin next to him, aimed at the figure sitting on the throne, threw it suddenly, and threw it towards him!

  Perhaps it was because the refugee's speed was too fast, and the others didn't react. They saw the spear whizzing through the air, and then directly penetrated the figure's chest, nailing him to the throne!

  Seeing this scene, the refugees were in an uproar, and even the goblins and half-orcs who were in charge of guarding were shocked, not knowing what to do. Only the believers next to them were still singing and praising in unison, as if the person who was killed on the throne had nothing to do with them.

   "Kach...Kach..."

  However, at the next moment, an unimaginable scene appeared. The spear piercing through the figure retreated automatically, it floated into the air again, and then suddenly turned its head and shot out. The refugee who attacked the figure before hurriedly tried to stop him, but to his surprise, the spear did not shoot at him, but pierced through the goblin who had taken the spear before, nailing it to the ground, and the latter His eyes widened in surprise, and he let out an indistinct howl, and then fell silent.

   "It's really stupid and boring."

  An indifferent voice sounded, and with this voice, everyone felt that their surroundings seemed to be getting colder and colder. They couldn't stop trembling, stepped back, gathered together, and looked around anxiously.

   "Your humble souls are of no value to you, and now, it's time for you to dedicate them to Me!"

  The moment the voice fell, I saw a big **** mouth suddenly opened behind the figure. It seemed to be made of shadows. The opened mouth was aimed at the refugees in front of me. Immediately afterwards, several tentacle-like tongues sprang out from the mouth of the shadow, and rushed towards the refugees!

Facing this incomprehensible scene, the refugees screamed and tried to escape, but their legs didn't move at all, and the dark shadow seemed to turn into sharp ice, completely tearing their bodies apart. Freezing up, they could only scream and struggle desperately, watching those shadow tentacles rush towards them and wrap around them.

  Then the next moment, the screaming refugees suddenly stopped, like a robot with no electricity, they stood there blankly, bowed their heads and remained motionless. And those shadow tentacles withdrew from the bodies of the refugees, and returned to the mouth made of shadows, and then the figure sitting on the throne let out a sigh of relief, as if he had just had a full meal.

   "It's not enough."

   His voice sounded again, full of anger.

   "I need more souls."

   "Sorry, Supreme God."

  A believer in robes tremblingly stepped forward and knelt under the throne.

   "At present, the Sword Coast and even the entire Northland have begun to encircle and attack us, and we have no way to provide more..."

   "I don't care about that."

  The robed believer hadn't finished speaking, the next moment he was grabbed by the throat by an invisible force, lifting him into the air.

   "I need more souls to fill my hunger, and this is your duty, more souls, do you understand what I mean?"

   "Yes, but the court..."

   "I don't care what Inquisition is."

  The figure said coldly.

   "I just need enough souls, if you can't do it, then you are worthless..."

  As the figure spoke, a shadowy giant hand suddenly emerged from below, grabbing the robed believer's body.

"Ah ah ah ah ah ah ah………!"

  The next moment, the robed believer let out a scream, his flesh was frozen, festered, and then fell to the ground. Immediately afterwards, the remaining part of the believer was fused with the dark shadow, forming a shadow monster with icy cold air all over its body. It knelt down in front of the figure and let out a deep roar.

   "Bring me more souls."

  The figure stared at the shadow monster created by itself, and whispered an order.

   "I need more souls, even if I attack the entire Northland, Ten Towns, Neverwinter City, Waterdeep City, these places don't matter, attack them and bring more souls, this is yours..."

   "—————"

   At this moment, suddenly, the ground began to tremble, the figure stopped talking, and raised his head to look around suspiciously. The huge hollow trembled like an earthquake, and countless gravels fell down, smashing into the crowd. And those believers seemed to be unaware of this, even if someone was smashed in the head by the gravel, they still did not stop, but continued to kneel on the spot, praying and singing loudly.

  The next moment, a dazzling flash penetrated the thick crust, illuminating the entire cavity.

   "Boom———!!"

The light spear whizzed down, destroying everything it encountered along the way, and those believers who were kneeling on the platform were not spared either. They just raised their hands, and immediately after the robes on their bodies, their skin and flesh were blown by the roaring torrent of energy. were destroyed and burned to ashes along with their bones. The high temperature like the flames of **** spread instantly, sweeping away the original cold air here.

  The figure sitting on the throne only had time to raise his hands, and the next moment, he was swallowed by the dazzling light like this.

  (end of this chapter)