Chapter 209: Dark Ritual
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Chapter 209: Dark Ritual
Right at this moment, a sudden change occurred!
Those fanatics did not give them time to rescue the trapped children.
All the kidnapped children were driven away by the group of fanatical people and gathered at the square in the center of the underground cave. And under the feet of the children, there was a huge pattern that the fanatics had drawn with blood just now!
Shit!
Even if there was no explanation for this action, Matt and Peter could guess a thing or two.
Obviously, the Zealot was about to start the sacrificial ceremony!
Peter's pupils contracted slightly. He turned to look at Matt, who also had a gloomy face, and asked anxiously, "Is your support not here yet? Their ceremony is about to begin!"
"Not yet... not yet!" Matt tightened his grip on the steel rod in his hand. The veins around his eyes bulged, indicating that he was very anxious. He added, "She will definitely come, but I'm not sure how long it will take."
"It's too late. Let's go on our own!" Peter said impatiently.
"Relax, don't make yourself too nervous. This is a battle of life and death. Being too nervous will make you make mistakes." Matt frowned. He noticed that Peter's muscles were tense, and his breathing rhythm was obviously disordered. He gave a suitable reminder.
"Pay attention to your breathing. Don't be affected by external things!"
"Also, you need to relax your muscles. Don't keep being stiff all the time. Otherwise, it will cause you to cramp in battle. This will be a fatal mistake!"
Matt patiently taught Peter what he needed to pay attention to in battle. He told the child who had just debuted without missing anything.
"Yes, Mr. Daredevil."
Peter threw him a grateful look.
Breathe... puff... puff... puff...
Then, Peter tried to adjust the rhythm of his breathing again. His originally nervous and impatient mood had indeed relaxed a lot.
"Very good. It seems that you have remembered it."
Matt took in Peter's performance and nodded with satisfaction. He continued, "Now, I will make a plan. After we get out, I will be responsible for killing those fanatics. Your task is to rescue the children in the chaos. Do you understand?"
"Wait... Mr. Daredevil!" Peter heard the assignment.
He thought that Matt was deliberately taking care of him, so he said with some dissatisfaction, "Why are you the only one fighting? Why do you want me to hide at the side?"
"Yes... I am ready!" Peter's eyes narrowed, and his limbs stretched out, sticking to the ground like a spider.
"One... two... three... attack!"
The moment the word "attack" rang out, Matt's spiritual power erupted like a volcano. His feet stomped on the ground and smashed the air like a cannonball that had just been fired. A transparent wave of air was pulled up around his body, and he rushed into the crowd like a blue meteor!
Whoosh whoosh whoosh -
The steel rod that was forged from fine iron swung out a series of afterimages, and the slender body of the rod cut through the air, releasing a sharp whistling sound!
Those yellow-robed mages who were focused on the sacrificial ceremony obviously did not expect that there was another person hiding in the dark. Everyone's faces were filled with shock, and their eyes were as wide as copper bells, as if they were asking, "Who is he? Where did he come from?"
From discovering to being close to him, it was only a short second!
Even though these mages were usually good at close combat, and their reaction speed was considered fast enough for ordinary people, it was still not enough to face a true close combat expert.
Question!
What would happen if a mage got close to a warrior?
The answer was... Beatdown!
As the staff shadows flew, more than ten yellow-robed mages vomited blood and flew backwards.
Matt was as fierce as a tiger entering a pack of wolves. Wherever the pole shadows swept by, the sound of bones breaking rang out. In just a few breaths of time, it had pierced through the crowd of yellow-robed mages!
"In the name of Vishanti, the red ring of Raggador!" One of the mages chanted an incantation, and orange-yellow magic energy jumped in both hands, each building a magic shield at the front end of the two adjusted arms.
This was one of Kamar Taj's white magic, but after Kaecilius led people to betray Kamar Taj, he could still borrow the power of Vishanti. It had to be said that the meaning behind this was very intriguing.
Matt suddenly took a step forward. He held the front end of the steel rod with both hands and focused all his strength on the tip of the rod, directly stabbing at the mage who was holding the shield!
Hulala!
The tip of the rod shot out at a speed that surpassed the retina capture, making a cracking sound in the air.
Puchi!
The mage was completely unable to keep up with the defense and was pierced in the chest by Matt's staff!
Matt retracted his staff and said disdainfully, "Next time, learn how to use a shield and then use this magic."
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Chapter 209: Dark Ritual
Right at this moment, a sudden change occurred!
Those fanatics did not give them time to rescue the trapped children.
All the kidnapped children were driven away by the group of fanatical people and gathered at the square in the center of the underground cave. And under the feet of the children, there was a huge pattern that the fanatics had drawn with blood just now!
Shit!
Even if there was no explanation for this action, Matt and Peter could guess a thing or two.
Obviously, the Zealot was about to start the sacrificial ceremony!
Peter's pupils contracted slightly. He turned to look at Matt, who also had a gloomy face, and asked anxiously, "Is your support not here yet? Their ceremony is about to begin!"
"Not yet... not yet!" Matt tightened his grip on the steel rod in his hand. The veins around his eyes bulged, indicating that he was very anxious. He added, "She will definitely come, but I'm not sure how long it will take."
"It's too late. Let's go on our own!" Peter said impatiently.
"Relax, don't make yourself too nervous. This is a battle of life and death. Being too nervous will make you make mistakes." Matt frowned. He noticed that Peter's muscles were tense, and his breathing rhythm was obviously disordered. He gave a suitable reminder.
"Pay attention to your breathing. Don't be affected by external things!"
"Also, you need to relax your muscles. Don't keep being stiff all the time. Otherwise, it will cause you to cramp in battle. This will be a fatal mistake!"
Matt patiently taught Peter what he needed to pay attention to in battle. He told the child who had just debuted without missing anything.
"Yes, Mr. Daredevil."
Peter threw him a grateful look.
Breathe... puff... puff... puff...
Then, Peter tried to adjust the rhythm of his breathing again. His originally nervous and impatient mood had indeed relaxed a lot.
"Very good. It seems that you have remembered it."
Matt took in Peter's performance and nodded with satisfaction. He continued, "Now, I will make a plan. After we get out, I will be responsible for killing those fanatics. Your task is to rescue the children in the chaos. Do you understand?"
"Wait... Mr. Daredevil!" Peter heard the assignment.
He thought that Matt was deliberately taking care of him, so he said with some dissatisfaction, "Why are you the only one fighting? Why do you want me to hide at the side?"
"Yes... I am ready!" Peter's eyes narrowed, and his limbs stretched out, sticking to the ground like a spider.
"One... two... three... attack!"
The moment the word "attack" rang out, Matt's spiritual power erupted like a volcano. His feet stomped on the ground and smashed the air like a cannonball that had just been fired. A transparent wave of air was pulled up around his body, and he rushed into the crowd like a blue meteor!
Whoosh whoosh whoosh -
The steel rod that was forged from fine iron swung out a series of afterimages, and the slender body of the rod cut through the air, releasing a sharp whistling sound!
Those yellow-robed mages who were focused on the sacrificial ceremony obviously did not expect that there was another person hiding in the dark. Everyone's faces were filled with shock, and their eyes were as wide as copper bells, as if they were asking, "Who is he? Where did he come from?"
From discovering to being close to him, it was only a short second!
Even though these mages were usually good at close combat, and their reaction speed was considered fast enough for ordinary people, it was still not enough to face a true close combat expert.
Question!
What would happen if a mage got close to a warrior?
The answer was... Beatdown!
As the staff shadows flew, more than ten yellow-robed mages vomited blood and flew backwards.
Matt was as fierce as a tiger entering a pack of wolves. Wherever the pole shadows swept by, the sound of bones breaking rang out. In just a few breaths of time, it had pierced through the crowd of yellow-robed mages!
"In the name of Vishanti, the red ring of Raggador!" One of the mages chanted an incantation, and orange-yellow magic energy jumped in both hands, each building a magic shield at the front end of the two adjusted arms.
This was one of Kamar Taj's white magic, but after Kaecilius led people to betray Kamar Taj, he could still borrow the power of Vishanti. It had to be said that the meaning behind this was very intriguing.
Matt suddenly took a step forward. He held the front end of the steel rod with both hands and focused all his strength on the tip of the rod, directly stabbing at the mage who was holding the shield!
Hulala!
The tip of the rod shot out at a speed that surpassed the retina capture, making a cracking sound in the air.
Puchi!
The mage was completely unable to keep up with the defense and was pierced in the chest by Matt's staff!
Matt retracted his staff and said disdainfully, "Next time, learn how to use a shield and then use this magic."
Chapter 209: Dark Ritual Right at this moment, a sudden change occurred! Those fanatics did not give them time to rescue the trapped children. All the kidnapped children were driven away by the group of fanatical people and gathered at the square in the center of the underground cave. And under the feet of the children, there was a huge pattern that the fanatics had drawn with blood just now! Shit! Even if there was no explanation for this action, Matt and Peter could guess a thing or two. Obviously, the Zealot was about to start the sacrificial ceremony! Peter's pupils contracted slightly. He turned to look at Matt, who also had a gloomy face, and asked anxiously, "Is your support not here yet? Their ceremony is about to begin!" "Not yet... not yet!" Matt tightened his grip on the steel rod in his hand. The veins around his eyes bulged, indicating that he was very anxious. He added, "She will definitely come, but I'm not sure how long it will take." "It's too late. Let's go on our own!" Peter said impatiently. "Relax, don't make yourself too nervous. This is a battle of life and death. Being too nervous will make you make mistakes." Matt frowned. He noticed that Peter's muscles were tense, and his breathing rhythm was obviously disordered. He gave a suitable reminder. "Pay attention to your breathing. Don't be affected by external things!" "Also, you need to relax your muscles. Don't keep being stiff all the time. Otherwise, it will cause you to cramp in battle. This will be a fatal mistake!" Matt patiently taught Peter what he needed to pay attention to in battle. He told the child who had just debuted without missing anything. "Yes, Mr. Daredevil." Peter threw him a grateful look. Breathe... puff... puff... puff... Then, Peter tried to adjust the rhythm of his breathing again. His originally nervous and impatient mood had indeed relaxed a lot. "Very good. It seems that you have remembered it." Matt took in Peter's performance and nodded with satisfaction. He continued, "Now, I will make a plan. After we get out, I will be responsible for killing those fanatics. Your task is to rescue the children in the chaos. Do you understand?" "Wait... Mr. Daredevil!" Peter heard the assignment. He thought that Matt was deliberately taking care of him, so he said with some dissatisfaction, "Why are you the only one fighting? Why do you want me to hide at the side?" "Yes... I am ready!" Peter's eyes narrowed, and his limbs stretched out, sticking to the ground like a spider. "One... two... three... attack!" The moment the word "attack" rang out, Matt's spiritual power erupted like a volcano. His feet stomped on the ground and smashed the air like a cannonball that had just been fired. A transparent wave of air was pulled up around his body, and he rushed into the crowd like a blue meteor! Whoosh whoosh whoosh - The steel rod that was forged from fine iron swung out a series of afterimages, and the slender body of the rod cut through the air, releasing a sharp whistling sound! Those yellow-robed mages who were focused on the sacrificial ceremony obviously did not expect that there was another person hiding in the dark. Everyone's faces were filled with shock, and their eyes were as wide as copper bells, as if they were asking, "Who is he? Where did he come from?" From discovering to being close to him, it was only a short second! Even though these mages were usually good at close combat, and their reaction speed was considered fast enough for ordinary people, it was still not enough to face a true close combat expert. Question! What would happen if a mage got close to a warrior? The answer was... Beatdown! As the staff shadows flew, more than ten yellow-robed mages vomited blood and flew backwards. Matt was as fierce as a tiger entering a pack of wolves. Wherever the pole shadows swept by, the sound of bones breaking rang out. In just a few breaths of time, it had pierced through the crowd of yellow-robed mages! "In the name of Vishanti, the red ring of Raggador!" One of the mages chanted an incantation, and orange-yellow magic energy jumped in both hands, each building a magic shield at the front end of the two adjusted arms. This was one of Kamar Taj's white magic, but after Kaecilius led people to betray Kamar Taj, he could still borrow the power of Vishanti. It had to be said that the meaning behind this was very intriguing. Matt suddenly took a step forward. He held the front end of the steel rod with both hands and focused all his strength on the tip of the rod, directly stabbing at the mage who was holding the shield! Hulala! The tip of the rod shot out at a speed that surpassed the retina capture, making a cracking sound in the air. Puchi! The mage was completely unable to keep up with the defense and was pierced in the chest by Matt's staff! Matt retracted his staff and said disdainfully, "Next time, learn how to use a shield and then use this magic."
