Li Xiaomao believed that the Fire Sect disciple did not die from a curse, but no one could explain the mysterious cause of his death, and the entire team suddenly fell into an unprecedented panic.
Huang Cang roared angrily: "What are you afraid of? This king is not dead. The sky cannot fall. We must form a formation to defend ourselves from the outside."
When the body of the Fire Sect disciple crawled into the cave, the Knights of Holy Light had already jumped into the muddy river bottom one after another, formed a square formation and continued to advance towards the castle. The square formation only advanced a few steps, and the armor on their bodies started to swell. Bursts of golden light, the rays of light in one place were like golden waves sparkling in the military formation. Soon, golden flames burst out from the knight's body, and heavy lights and shadows flew like fire.
Lan Moying's side obviously felt that the death of the Fire Sect disciple was cursed, so they used the sacred weapons.
Li Xiaomao looked at the Holy Light Knight intently, and a cry suddenly rose from the bottom of the river. The Holy Light Knight grabbed the hilt of the sword, and Lan Moying also shouted in a deep voice: "Don't move at all, keep moving forward."
The knights hesitated for a moment before taking steps again. The cries coming from the bottom of the river became lower and lower, and disappeared after just a while.
Huang Cang couldn't help but frown: "Can the holy light suppress the curse?"
"Not necessarily, let's see and then talk."
While Li Xiaomao was talking, a cloud of turbid bubbles arose from the mud at the bottom of the river. At first glance, it looked like someone was lying in the mud breathing hard, but the bubbles he spat out grew bigger and bigger on the mud surface, until they reached the limit and suddenly exploded, and a sharp cry followed the explosion of the bubbles. Soaring into the sky, the knight in the front row stood dumbly on the spot as if struck by thunder. It was not until he was hit by his companion from behind that he covered his ears with his hands and screamed and fell to his knees.
Immediately afterwards, one bubble after another exploded on the ground, and one after another ghost cry went straight into the sky... After a while, the Holy Light Knights became a mess, and no matter how much Betty shouted, they could not organize into an army.
"Don't move where you are... Don't move where you are..." Lan Moying shouted several times and then suddenly let out a long whistle. The high and low whistle continued to press the ghost cry at the bottom of the river, as if he wanted to disrupt the ghost cry. rhythm, but the melodious cry was like a ghost walking among the thousands of troops. It was not hindered by the roar at all, knocking the target to the ground. In a short time, most of the knights had fallen. .
Huang Cang squinted his eyes and said: "The Ghost Cry is not a sonic technique. Lan Moying's Breaking Jade Roar is also a first-class sonic technique. Even if he is defeated by the Ghost Cry, it is impossible for him to be unable to contain the opponent."
While Li Xiaomao frowned, Ren Tianqing exclaimed: "Why are there so few Holy Light Knights missing?"
It turned out that although the Knights of Holy Light had been defeated, they did not leave their place under Betty's suppression. From a distance, you can generally see the prototype of the phalanx, except that the people in the phalanx are standing and lying down.
However, the current knight phalanx looked like someone had torn off a corner of the plank. Every corner was missing. About five or six people disappeared into the phalanx in an instant.
Huang Cang said loudly: "Lan Moying, your people are lost. Look at the phalanx yourself."
When Betty and the others reacted, several screams suddenly came from the underground cage. Everyone's eyes focused on the space between the cages, and several bloody palms stretched out from the guardrails of the cage.
The armor on the Holy Light Knight was still there, but the gaps in the armor were overflowing with blood. Before he died, the Holy Light Knight was holding on to the prison bars and struggling desperately. The helmet on his face suddenly split in half and fell to the ground. , a bloody face suddenly appeared in everyone's sight.
Several Holy Light Knights seemed to have been stripped alive, with blood flowing all over their faces. Their eyes without eyelids were sticking out of the frame, staring at the crowd on the shore, as if they were trying to drag them all away. Enter a prison filled with flesh and blood.
"Hell... that's hell..." A Holy Light Knight couldn't help but kneel on the ground and pray desperately. Lan Moying roared angrily: "Everyone get up, get out, and retreat to the shore."
While Betty was issuing orders repeatedly, the Holy Light Knight, who had not yet fallen to the ground, picked up his companion and dragged him to the shore as hard as he could.
When the knights retreated in large numbers, a supine stone statue slowly floated up from the mud at the bottom of the river. The stone statue was clearly a knight wearing armor and holding a sword in his hand, but the face of the stone statue was a stone like a honeycomb, with only dense holes and no facial features at all.
Someone suddenly exclaimed: "Faceless Knight! That's the Faceless Knight..."
"Shut up!" Betty roared angrily: "Guard this formation and no one should move."
While Betty was trying her best to stabilize the morale of the army, Huang Cang also whispered: "Is the curse of the Faceless Knight true?"
Ren Tianqing asked in shock: "What is the Faceless Knight?"
Huang Cang said solemnly: "It's a legend. The story is probably similar to tomb robbing. According to legend, when an adventurer stole an ancient tomb, he brought out a golden knight statue from the tomb. The knight originally wore armor made of gold. It’s covered in gems.”
"But after the knight statue left the tomb, it turned into stone overnight, and the armor that originally covered the face disappeared, leaving only a honeycomb-like face."
"The people who took away the knight statues were also cursed. Every night, they would be skinned off. No matter how they hide, they can't escape this fate. Even if they hide in the church, they will be taken away. face."
"The Curse of the Faceless Knight was once a sensation, and then suddenly disappeared. Could it be that an adventurer sent the Faceless Knight into the cursed land back then?"
Li Xiaomao shook his head gently and said: "What I care about now is not the Faceless Knight but Wang Huan. According to my original plan, we will attack the castle from three sides and contain Yao Xing together. Only then will she have no time to kill Wang Huan." Only then did Wang Huan have the opportunity to go straight to Huanglong."
"Now, it's not that Yao Xing is being restrained by us, but that we have fallen into Yao Xing's trap. Yao Xing has enough time to deal with Wang Huan."
"Then what should we do? We can't watch Wang Huan fall into the castle, right?" Ren Tianqing said anxiously: "Kitty cat, do you have any way to contain Yao Xing? If so, please tell me quickly and I will do it!"
Li Xiaomao looked at Huang Cang and said, "Are your people afraid of death?"
Huang Cang narrowed his eyes: "Disciples of the Fire Sect are never afraid of death, but the Fire Sect will not do anything without profit. How much profit do you plan to share?"
Li Xiaomao said: "I won't take any of the treasures from the castle. I share the Dunhuang Book with you. Can I promise to take action for you once, no matter who you want to kill?"
"The conditions are not enough!" Huang Cang shook his head and said: "The only extra condition you have is that you take action for me once. No one I want to kill has escaped with his life. This condition is not attractive."
Lu Xinyao took a step forward and said, "I promise you on behalf of Wang Huan that we will cooperate with you to explore the gate of hell."
Among the three girls, the only one qualified to say this was Lu Xinyao. Li Xiaomao and Ren Tianqing are not considered to be members of the research institute now. Even if they intend to agree to Huang Cang's conditions, the other party will not believe it. Only Lu Xinyao could nod.
Huang Cang raised his thumb: "Okay, have fun. Disciples of the Fire Sect, prepare for war."
Huang Cang raised his hand, but no one responded. When he turned around, they were all standing there with pale faces, and blood was dripping from everyone's sleeves.
"What's going on!" Huang Cang rushed to a Fire Sect disciple, stretched out his hand and tore off his sleeve, revealing a blade that was about an inch long on his shoulder, with blood dripping down the tip.
"Be patient!" Huang Cang shouted in a low voice, holding down the opponent's shoulder with one hand, holding the tip of the knife between two fingers of the other hand, and pulled out the several-inch-long blade from his shoulder. Blood suddenly splattered on the opponent's shoulder, and one of the man's arms seemed to have been broken by someone, hanging limply by his side.
Huang Cang shook off the blade in his hand and inserted his finger into the opponent's wound.
Huang Cang dug his finger into the opponent's arm, and his face turned pale. He quickly pulled out his finger as if he was burned by fire and took a few steps back.
Only then did Li Xiaomao see that one of Huang Cang's fingertips had been smoothed out half as if it had been cut with a knife, and blood was flowing from the exposed bone wound.
A sharp knife grew out of the wound of the Fire Sect disciple. Huang Cang's finger just touched the opponent's arm with this blade.
Huang Cang said solemnly: "The knife grew out of his bones."
If there is still a way to explain the faceless curse that the Holy Light Knight encountered just now. Now, this kind of thing with a knife inside the body can no longer be explained by secret techniques.
Huang Cang looked between the Fire Sect disciples, and the man struggled and said: "Two... two swords..."
The knife burst out from the man's throat and slashed outwards quickly. The cold light on the knife only flashed, and the man's head fell to the ground. The headless corpse stepped on its own blood and walked step by step into the river and climbed into the cave of the castle.
I don’t know who said something in the crowd: "He... what did he mean when he said two swords?"
"Big... I probably mean... the first person to die was stabbed once... the second person to die was stabbed twice, and so on..."
"Shut up!" Although Huang Cang was yelling angrily, the uncontrollable fear had already welled up in people's hearts and could no longer go away.
Huang Cangqiang calmed himself and said: "Li Xiaomao, if we don't talk about the secret technique of Yinghuo, how can we break the curse?"
Li Xiaomao said: "According to the legend, either break the object carrying the curse; or kill the person who cast the curse."
"Then try..." Huang Cang was originally a tough thief and never knew what it meant to sit still and wait for death. Now that he had been forced into a corner, the ferocity in his bones naturally burst out.
Huang Cang pointed at a Fire Sect disciple: "You bring explosives to the formation and blow up the secret cave for me."
The disciple immediately jumped up and ran towards the city wall. Not long after the man ran out, the blade on his arm broke out of his body, instantly cutting off the opponent's arm.
Before the man could scream, another sharp knife emerged from his leg...