Xiangli ran to the center of the city, and it seemed like he was throwing into the enemy net, but in fact it was the only way to die in desperation.

The circuit has been blocked by the heroes. Now his mental damage is damaged and his strength has been greatly reduced. It is impossible for him to break through the siege. When you go to the city, as long as you restrain your spirits, the distance between the heroes can be greatly reduced. Moreover, if you can find Afanlin, the two of them will rest for a while and wait for the trauma to recover and fight together before fighting.

As he escaped, the morale of the remaining priests of light dropped greatly. Amid the screams of despair, the souls were captured by the heroes, chopped into pieces with one knife, and turned into magic fragments.

However, a Pastor Light's soul was torn apart, but was surrounded by a bunch of heroic spirits.

There was a female hero who transformed into a whip and whipped the soul of Pastor Light hard. There was a strange buzzing sound in the air. This was the appearance of a slutty spirit that was emitted when a large number of souls were commotion.

The priest's soul was thrust around. After a while, he knelt down and begged for mercy. He opened his mouth and said something, and then the other heroes rushed up and tore into pieces.

The light ball turned into a vanlin fell on the streets of the city and turned into a human form. Several souls walked by next to him. He was like a frightened bird and directly hit the light bullet and gave it. After smashing one of the female souls into pieces, he realized that these were just ordinary spirits, not heroic spirits.

Before coming, it was recorded in books in the Holy Land that the heroic spirit relied on his mental power to perceive things, so he restrained his mental power and was about to leave and hide.

At this time, another ball of light flew over. Afanlin was startled and then found that it was enjoying the profit, so he breathed a sigh of relief.

Henry covered his chest and looked at Avanlin with an angry look: "You actually ran away first?"

Afanlin looked above. Where they were just now, there was already a place surrounded by heroic spirits, and some heroic spirits had already begun to disperse, as if they were looking for them.

"Don't you escape?" Avanlin lowered his voice and walked into the alley, saying, "If Archbishop Henry, you are really brave, why didn't you stay and save those church members just now?"

Xiangli followed behind and frowned: "How dare you talk to me like this?"

"Why don't you dare?" Afanlin said as he walked: "If I were in front of other people, of course I would have to give you some face, but now there are only two of us here. Everyone is a kind of person, and I know what kind of people we are."

After all, Xiangli is an old man and has a very cunning life. He said with a sad look: "From the beginning and the end, I have no intention of abandoning my fellow church members. They asked me to leave first. After all, our mission is more important than any person's life."

Afanlin wrinkled his face and felt a little disgusted, and then he felt a little disgusted. He knew very well that he and the other party were people of the same path.

The two of them restrained their mental power, and found an inconspicuous house to stay... In this house, there was a family of three, who were having lunch.

The tabletop was translucent food, and the three souls were eating happily, repeating the happiest days in their lives.

Avanlin and Henry sat together and watched quietly.

After a while, Afanlin asked, "How should we leave here? I don't think it will take long before the Flan royal family will block the entrance to the royal tomb."

"If they blockade, let them block it, we hide here until they relax their guard."

Afanlin asked again: "What should we do with the heroic spirits? They will continue to search for us. Unlike those tireless heroic spirits, we will be tired and hungry."

"It's big here, there are few heroes. There's no problem with us hiding better. It's hard for them to find us." Henry smiled, then gently lit his fingers on the table, and a portion of water and a portion of bread appeared. He continued, "As for hunger, sorry, this is not a problem."

Afanlin squinted his eyes and looked at the food on the table, then looked at Henry, and then smiled cheerfully: "Article Henry, you are really considerate in your work. What price do I need to get these things."

The change of face is so fast that there is nothing to say.

Food creation... This is the special ability of the summoning magician.

Although the magic of gastronomy is very low, in essence, it is a four-ring magic, which belongs to the advanced magic. Although Alice is a summoner, she belongs to the elves and she doesn't know how to do it either.

In the Temple of Light, you can't learn the art of creating food. You don't have to think that He has such high-level magic. He must have had quite some achievements in summoning magic.

The Beta of the Freshman is also good, but he will not make this magic scroll at all. Players all have space backpacks, and the food will not expire. Besides, what type of food is not good to save? It is not much better than the bread and water used for the Freshman? In addition, the size of the space backpack is very large, and there is no problem with putting a few tons of food.

Another point is that the consumption of gastronomy is relatively large.

Therefore, in Beta's personal opinion, gastronomy is a useless magic.

But for professionals in this world, gastronomy is a rare good magic, and there are even fewer people who can do it.

After all, for those who don’t have room for backpacks, it is very difficult to have a clean meal in the wild.

"No cost is needed." Xiangli smiled and said, "That is, if we can return to the Holy Land, please tell me good things."

Avanlin was silent for a while and said, "Okay."

He heard the meaning of Enjoyment... If the mission is successful, the credit will be enjoyable. If this mission fails and they return to the holy realm, then he will take the blame.

It sounds unfair, but Avanlin knows very well that being able to survive now is the greatest luck. It is fair or not. You have to live to have the opportunity to consider and judge.

Xiangli pushed the clear water and bread on the table to Avanlin.

Afanlin ate the bread without saying a word. Halfway through, the two of them frowned.

"Why are you using magic randomly..."

Almost in unison, accusing the other party.

Then the two of them changed their faces at the same time. They jumped out of the window and then looked back... On the top of the room, there was a magic of "Sunshine" hanging.

The light emitted by this magic is very warm, but when the two saw it, they felt like they fell into an ice cave.

There is nothing more than a large-scale magic of light that can attract the attention of heroes.

The two turned their heads and saw that, sure enough, a large number of heroic spirits flew from the air around them.

Escape...The two looked at each other, exchanged a lot of negative emotions, and then parted ways.

Beta was on the roof of a tall building in the distance, watching the two of them fleeing in a panic, and a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

The magic of sunshine shining is naturally his work.

The location where he is now standing is the top floor of a relatively high building in the entire city.

Using his exaggerated vision, he discovered several strange places, chose one nearest, and walked over there.

As for Avanlin and Henry... let's ignore it for now. If they can escape from the heroic spirit, Beta will naturally cause trouble for them again. If not...then that's it.

Using secondary stealth, Beta was unobstructed along the way, and occasionally there were heroes blocking his path, so he could sense it in advance and go around.

About ten minutes later, he came to the nearest special place, in front of a large stone tablet.

Stone steles are generally used to record certain deeds or history.

This is no exception. There are many murals engraved on the strange blue-purple stone surface, as well as the text of the Francis Kingdom for annotation.

Beta spent several minutes reading it, frowning slightly.

The murals and contents on the stone tablet are nothing more than praising the great achievements of the Flan royal family and the process of building this royal tomb.

But at the bottom of the stone tablet, I wrote a sentence in Holewen: I will have a special reward if I spend all the heroes in the royal tomb alone!

This playful girl's tone...what is going on?

Beta walked forward and gently stroked the words. He found that the font marks on it had aged to a certain extent, with a history of at least two years.

Then a passage disappeared from the system. He opened the task interface and found that another epic task was triggered.

‘Kill all the heroes in the royal tombs, and you cannot complete them in a team.’

Tsk... Beta felt a little unhappy.

A sentence left over more than two hundred years ago is still Holewen's language.

The square key of the Francis royal family disappeared more than two hundred years ago, and the descendants of the royal family couldn't even remember what it looked like.

Then he got the key from a noble young master and now he has entered the royal tomb.

Why do you feel like you jumped into a pit?

The unhappy mood lasted only a few seconds, and then Beta smiled.

It's been a long time since I had such a sense of curiosity. Beta felt that there was a strange mystery in front of him, waiting for him to solve it.

I was a little excited, as if I had regained the novelty I had just entered the game back then.

Killing all heroes...it's a bit difficult, but it's not too difficult to complete.

Beta looked around and quickly locked in a heroic spirit closest to him in the air.

At this time, the princesses and princes of the royal family were heading towards the north of the royal tomb, as if there was a strange sense, and they were singing with their bloodlines, guiding them to walk there.

"The golden lightning not long ago should be Cook's magic. He used it once before." Mulin asked while walking beside Sasha.

Sasha nodded. The magician's magic fluctuation frequency is the proof of personal identity. In the magician's perception, this thing has the same cognitive function as its appearance.

She could naturally feel that the exaggerated golden lightning lightning not long ago was indeed Cook's magic.

Huge magic flow... is definitely a powerful magic that can only be used at the master level or above.

Why did Cook hide his strength?

Sasha was a little disappointed.
Chapter completed!