On the deer hunting platform.
Smoke and dust billowed.
Roger drove the "Will-O-Wisp" and moved back and forth among the cultists.
In order to provoke as many cultists as possible.
Several times he passed them by and almost collided with them head-on.
This behavior is a bit risky.
But it was quite effective.
Just half an hour.
The number of cultists gathered behind Roger exceeded 1,000!
"Almost."
Roger kept his distance.
He began to lead this group of cultists that looked like both humans and beasts towards the "Deep Cold Cave".
In the rearview mirror.
These violent cultists chased the will-o'-the-wisp like zombies.
There is no trace of rationality in their eyes.
on the data bar.
…
"Lost Heart Cultist: A withered cultist who has performed the 'holy sacrifice' ritual three or more times. They have spent all their souls, leaving only an empty shell with only instincts left."
…
“The so-called holy sacrifice seems to be sacrificing the innocent people who are being eaten.”
“But in the end, it is they themselves who become the ‘fruits of the Eucharist’.”
Look at them going crazy.
Roger felt a little depressed.
He was not pitying these cultists.
It was because compared to normal withered cultists, the power fragments that the "Mad Men" could provide were about two-thirds less.
This is what makes Roger so sad!
…
Surrounded by a tide of cultists.
The will-o'-the-wisp drove up the mountain road.
Roger consciously slowed down.
After a while.
The "Deep Cold Cave" is already in sight.
He held the front of the car with his left hand.
He pulled out a gun with his right hand.
He fired 12 shots into the air "Bang bang bang"!
The voice was extremely loud.
It echoes for a long time among the mountains in this area.
…
Near several caves at the foot of the mountain.
The horned demons that had been lying in ambush for a long time decisively took action!
They quickly killed off the few Blight Cultists that remained near the cave.
Then he piled up bunches of thorns at the entrance of the cave!
These are the branches of the "Runaway Thorns"!
There are clusters of "dragon fat fire" attached to it.
The horned demons all ignited the thorns at the same time.
In a moment.
Thick smoke billowed from the ground.
These thorns release poisonous smoke that is ten times thicker than when normal plants burn!
Outside the caves.
The horned demons showed their magical powers, some used quasi-spells, some used spell scrolls, and some even blew with their mouths -
In short, this thick poisonous smoke was continuously sent into the cave!
…
15 minutes later.
Roger led the crazy cultists around on the mountain road.
Finally we drove into the road leading to the deep cold cave.
The road is littered with broken bones.
Some are of humans, some are of deer, and some are of some unknown animal.
Fortunately, the will-o'-the-wisp was very powerful and it managed to crush it!
“Boom!”
Amid the roar of this violent beast.
Roger plunged into the foothills where the Deep Cold Cave was located.
Right now.
A large number of Withered Cultists rushed out of the cave under the pressure of thick smoke.
They haven't figured out what happened yet.
Then I saw a man on a motorcycle without a helmet driving past in a very ostentatious manner.
The guy even shot them several times!
This action seriously irritated the nerves of the Withered Cultists.
Outside the cave.
Everyone rushed forward.
Try to arrest this criminal on the spot!
But Roger's driving skills have made great progress.
He drove the will-o'-the-wisp and swerved left and right among the crowd.
The movements are graceful and the postures are elegant.
Accompanied by the roar of the Ghost Fire King's engine.
It's like a tough guy dancing ballet.
The cultists were completely enraged.
They blocked off all the flat land in chaos.
But the next moment.
Roger activated the "climbing the hills and crossing the ridges" mode.
Started to move up the mountain of the Deep Cold Cave little by little.
After a while.
Roger successfully drove the will-o'-the-wisp to a cliff about 6 meters above the ground!
Under the cliff.
It's crowded with crazy cultists.
The cave was still filled with smoke.
"No one is here to take care of this big commotion?"
"Never mind. It's about time."
Roger thought so and reached into the trunk of the Will-O-Wisp.
Next second.
The heavy machine gun made up of 18,000 stacked gun barrels appeared in his hands!
The weight of the "Ketchup Kaleidoscope" is very exaggerated.
If it is not a fixed position sweep.
It takes incredible strength to control this powerful weapon.
Obviously, Roger's current strength has not reached this level.
So at the moment he took out the item.
He grabbed the heavy machine gun and jumped down.
at the same time.
Roger's body began to swell!
on the data bar.
…
"Hint: You used the second form, Thunder Dragon."
…
"Expanded capability detected, capability confirmation in progress...confirmation completed"
…
"You can use some of the abilities of 'Ammunition Expert' in the second form, Thunder Dragon."
…
boom!
The half-dragon, half-human monster fell to the ground with a slam.
The cultists nearby immediately pounced on him.
These people have the fresh "Fruit of the Communion" Buff.
Not afraid of Roger's second form!
Roger fumbled with the safety.
Then he lowered his center of gravity, placed the heavy machine gun on his knees, and supported it with his heavy palms.
Next second.
Roger pulled the trigger with his tail!
One by one, the cold iron pipes began to rotate violently.
The terrifying firepower poured out like a flood!
Each gun barrel emitted tiny specks of orange-yellow light.
The light from a single gun barrel is not dazzling.
But when all the gun barrels cheered in unison.
The firepower network they interweave is like the scythe of the god of death.
Ruthlessly harvesting the lives of the Withered Cultists outside the cave!
…
“Knock knock knock…”
The sound of the heavy machine gun was not noisy, but rather had an elegant rhythm like a typewriter.
Roger lifted it and silently turned it 360 degrees.
The orange-yellow fire network swept every corner outside the cave.
47 seconds later.
Roger let go of the tail.
The firing stopped immediately.
In the valley.
There was no body to be seen.
Only a bunch of sticky blood remained.
It looks like spilled ketchup.
…
"You have killed 1 Withered Cultist, and have killed 1436 Withered Cultists in total."
…
"You gained 9 XP and 9 Chivalry points."
…
"You obtained 2 power fragments, and a total of 996 power fragments."
…
"Kill more than 1,000 humanoids in 60 seconds using thermal weapons. You have achieved a new milestone: Mowing the Grasslands"
"Mowing the grass: Don't be reckless, minions can also cause damage"
"Corresponding title: Multiplayer enthusiast (When under siege, you and your subordinates' morale +50%)"
…
"It feels good."
Roger silently put down the hot heavy machine gun.
Don’t underestimate it, only 47 seconds have passed.
The recoil of this super-killer weapon is extremely terrifying.
At this moment, he felt a sharp pain in his palm.
The tail is also sour from being tied.
But it's all worth it!
As long as the next actions go smoothly.
His strength will increase to at least 19 points, or even 20 points!
Compared with the thin arms and legs now.
That is definitely a revolutionary change.
But the mission is not yet complete.
Roger did not let his guard down.
He wandered outside for a while.
No one else came out of the cave.
It was as if everyone in the deep cold cave had been buried here.
Not far away.
The horned demons who successfully completed the smoke mission arrived with the magic carpet.
Roger was just about to take the initiative to go deeper into the cave.
At this moment.
A disheveled guy ran out from inside.
…
"Hint: You have discovered the sixth patriarch of the Withered Cult, 'Withered Priest' Orlang"
…
"Extraordinary Perception: You noticed that Orlan seemed to have gone mad."
…
"It's all fake, all fake!"
The man covered his face as he walked.
He staggered among the pool of blood.
Suddenly he stumbled and fell to the ground.
At this moment.
Roger saw it clearly.
The man's eye sockets were hollow and bleeding.
What he was covering in his hands were a pair of eyeballs!
His face, forearms, thighs...all the exposed skin was covered with shocking nail marks!
Obviously.
He caught all these himself.
… …
It seemed that it sensed someone outside the cave.
Orlan said loudly:
"Who is it?"
"Are there any survivors of the mercenaries from the Union Farm?"
"Run away... No, there's no need to run away, it's all fake, it's all fake..."
“It’s the same everywhere…”
Finally.
He actually burst into laughter to himself.
Roger watched him patiently.
After a while.
Orlan suddenly jumped up from the ground as if he had a cramp:
“Kill me!”
“Kill me now!”
He pulled out his .
Looking at him in so much pain.
Roger hesitated for a moment.
Finally, he strode over.
A tail sent him away.
The moment Roger's tail pierced his heart.
A relieved smile finally appeared on the face of the withered priest.
"Thank you."
He murmured something before he died.
"I don't know what he went through..."
"Don't you think you don't have this much awareness when you are in a cult?"
Looking at Orlan's body.
Roger was a little puzzled.
…
"You killed Orlan (Human Withering Priest/Elite/Extraordinary)"
…
"You gained 44 XP"
…
"Your chivalry value -100"
…
"What?"
Roger was shocked.
This was the first time he encountered a situation where killing a cultist would result in a deduction of chivalry points.
Before, he only lost 10 points of chivalry when he killed the crazy martial artist.
"Is he a good man?"
Roger's response was quick:
"There is only one situation for good people in a cult."
"He is an undercover agent sent to the Withered Cult by a certain force!"
Combined with Orlan's reaction just now.
Roger could vaguely guess the ins and outs of the matter.
But it is the most convenient way to verify.
Or the "Echo Beads".
Orlan left Roger a pile of echo beads.
at the same time.
He even gave me a specialty!
…
"You have successfully obtained the reward for the killing order. You have obtained the specialty of Orlan, the Baptism of Birth."
"Birth Baptism (4th-level feat): You can bless a newborn baby through baptism.
The baby who receives this blessing will surely thrive and be stronger than ordinary people.
As the baby grows, you can gain some benefits in terms of luck.
…
“It’s a serious specialty.”
Roger looked at Orlan's body with some regret.
If he wasn't crazy.
Should be able to tell myself more.
Now the words.
You can only figure it out on your own.
Now.
Roger ordered his men to carefully keep Orlan's body.
They were outside the cave, silently waiting for the poisonous smoke to dissipate.
Only about 10 minutes passed.
The mountain suddenly began to shake.
As far as the naked eye can see.
Large patches of fog came from all directions.
Under the earth.
There was a faint roar of some monster.
…
"Sixth sense: A monster that has been lurking for a long time is about to break out from under your feet."
…
"Walk!"
Roger grabbed the will-o'-the-wisp and began to retreat with his brothers.
After 15 seconds.
Sand and gravel were flying all over the sky!
A gigantic monster rushed out from the mud in front of the deep cold cave.
Its body was shrouded in thick mist.
There are two necks, one long and one short, each with a ferocious head.
Its wings looked misshapen and thin.
The forelimbs are tucked under the ribs and cannot be seen clearly.
The hind limbs are even stronger than those of the Thunder Dragon!
“Hiss, hiss, hiss!”
The two heads made a teeth-grinding hissing sound.
On the mountain road.
Roger just kept running without looking back!
on the data bar.
…
"Hint: You have encountered a lord-level monster, the 'two-headed dragon'"
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