Time passed by minute by minute.
After more than half an hour, the ground in the village calmed down.
The black-armored soldiers who had entered the underground passage behind the burly men now walked out one by one and carried out the corpses one by one. They laid them flat on the small square in the center of the village and arranged them neatly.
The air above fluctuated slightly, and the wizards who had previously flown high into the sky and merged into the night appeared one after another, landed on the ground, walked close to the body, and carefully inspected each one to confirm whether the body was completely dead.
There was a corpse in the corner with its head chopped off, but the wizard was still worried. A translucent thin wind blade emerged from the fingertips, slicing open the opponent's entire chest like a blade, exposing the heart. He poked the coconut-shaped shriveled heart hard, and then nodded to his companions, indicating that he was definitely dead.
"Ta! Ta! Ta!"
Heavy footsteps sounded, and the last person underground walked out of the passage. It was the burly man who entered first. At this time, he was covered in blood, and there were a lot of pieces of meat hanging on the surface of the armor, which looked a bit ferocious.
His eyes penetrated the gap left in the mask, and the burly man quickly scanned the entire field, his eyes falling on the corpses in the field.
He stepped closer, turned to the wizard who came down to inspect the body and asked, "Are they all here?"
"Yes, sir, they are all here." The wizard replied respectfully.
"Didn't anyone run away?" the burly man asked again.
"No." The wizard shook his head, "Two people did try to break out before, but they were defeated by us. This time we attacked suddenly, and they didn't expect it at all. We were prepared to attack them, but we were unprepared. The strength advantage is so huge. , and with you sitting in charge, sir, they have no chance of resisting."
"That's good." The burly man nodded and exhaled slowly, "Then, let's prepare for the cleaning ceremony, and it will be over."
"Understood, proceed immediately."
"Um."
The burly man responded, turned to look at the many black-armored soldiers lined up next to him, waved his hand and issued an order: "Unrelated personnel withdraw from the village, and the wizard prepares the ceremony."
"Yes." Many black-armored soldiers responded in unison. Without any hesitation, they all turned around and headed towards the outside of the village.
Not long after, the black-armored soldiers entered the forest and disappeared, leaving only dozens of wizards and burly men in the entire village.
The burly man walked towards the square of the small village, stopped outside, and looked at the wizard. At this time, the wizards began to move closer to the corpses lined up on the ground of the square, and obscure spells came out of their mouths.
"Kerry...Hughes...Amon..."
As the spell sounded, the air around him became a little thicker, and the originally rich night became darker, making it almost impossible to see his fingers.
"Boohoo!"
There was a sound of breaking through the air, and the crystal cones that had been pierced into the ground outside the village by the wizard roared out and flew towards the center of the village, shining with light.
During the flight, the crystal cone deformed, as if being roasted by high temperatures, and gradually melted like glass, and was pulled out into slender crystal threads that were not much thicker than hair.
The filaments continue to grow in number, braiding with each other and forming ropes, ending in triangular points that move through the air like swordfish.
Tens of seconds later, there were nearly a hundred "swimming" crystal slender ropes above the village, like strange creatures hunting mosquitoes and flies, moving faster and faster. Then there was a faint wailing sound in the air, as if transparent creatures were pierced by crystal ropes - they were souls.
"Swish, swish, swish!"
The crystal rope continued to accelerate, and the wailing sound in the air became louder and louder, until it was almost clearly audible.
Dozens of wizards looked indifferent to this and stood there, continuing to recite long spells.
"Maha... Nok..."
The tone was originally low and solemn, but gradually became softer and soothing. It sounded like a lullaby to put a baby to sleep, making people want to close their eyes.
Soul spell·Twilight Requiem!
Slowly, slowly, the wails of the souls in the air began to weaken, and finally disappeared completely, as if they had all fallen asleep.
Dozens of wizards stopped chanting spells, looked at each other, and exchanged expressions.
one.
two.
three.
There was a brief pause for three seconds. After three seconds, dozens of wizards chanted a new spell loudly in unison.
This time the spell was high-pitched and chilling, like an awl piercing the person's eardrum, causing blood to pierce directly.
"Krute...Toca!"
"Aha... Umuah!"
Along with the sound of the spell, the entire space shook violently, and the crystal rope, which was originally crystal clear, was suddenly stained with a dangerous blood red color. Electric arcs that were more than ten centimeters long appeared at both ends of the crystal rope and passed quickly toward the middle, making a "crackling" sound.
"Tudais!"
As the last syllable came out, there was a "boom", and the arcs of all the crystal ropes exploded in the air. The entire village seemed to be covered by a huge blood-colored electric grid, and it looked like a twisted human face looking down.
That human face was strange and gloomy, like a devil from hell.
Soul spell·Soul blast!
"boom!"
With an explosion, all the crystal ropes were finally shattered, along with many souls strung together by the crystal ropes.
A clean death.
"call-"
After dozens of wizards finished doing this, they took a long breath and turned a little pale. Obviously, releasing two large spells in succession took a lot of energy from them.
One of the wizards walked towards the burly man outside the square and reported the situation. The remaining wizards were not idle either. Their eyes glowed and they quickly scanned the surroundings to make sure there was no fish that had slipped through the net.
The wizard who reported the report walked up to the burly man and said: "Sir, the ceremony is completed. It can be confirmed that the enemies here have lost the possibility of resurrection, so no information will be spread. We are still in the dark."
"Very good." The burly man nodded and said, "Check the scene again and make sure it is correct, then leave with the team."
"Yes." The wizard turned and returned to the square.
As soon as the wizard left, the burly man turned his head and looked to the left.
"Ta-ta-ta-ta."
A communications soldier wearing blue light armor ran quickly from that direction, ran close, and said a few words to the burly man: "Sir, news just came from the north, saying that..."
More than a minute later, after listening to the communication soldier's words, the burly man pondered for a while and confirmed in a hum: "Is that really what the higher-ups said? Speed up the progress without affecting the plan?"
"yes."
"In this case, it will involve... a lot of changes. Today we originally planned to clear this one target. If we speed up the progress..." the burly man pondered, and after a few seconds, he asked the communication soldier, "The next target closest to here is ,where is it?"
"Farlow," the communications soldier replied.
"Huh? Faro?" The burly man didn't hear clearly and asked slightly confused, "Isn't Faro in Soma? I remember it's not very far from Nandu Xiaya."
"No, no." The communications soldier shook his head quickly and explained in an accentuated tone, "Sir, it's not Farrow, it's Farrow."
While talking, the communications soldier took out a sheepskin map and pointed it to the burly man: "Sir, you see, this is the place. It has a very similar name to our Faroe, but it is in the Southern Free Federation. Near the commercial city. If we are fast, we should set off now and arrive before dawn."
"Is that so?" the burly man responded, thought for a few seconds, and then issued the order, "Okay then, notify the team and set off for Faro immediately!"
"Yes." The communications soldier hammered his left chest with his right fist, performed a military salute, and turned to leave.
Not long after, many soldiers in the forest erased their own traces and walked quickly towards Faro in the night.
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