Don't call me evil god

Chapter 559: Raid on the Realm of Truth (Part )

Bron Freeman took out his pocket watch from his pocket and checked the time with a calm expression.

The second hand will turn one last time, and the warlocks will perform today's [Summoning Ceremony].

The agreed time is coming.

As usual, the messenger appeared in the hall of the Realm of Truth in advance.

Every morning, seven days a week, companions and relatives responsible for different matters will come here to report recent developments to the messenger or receive her latest instructions.

Bron Freeman was once one of them.

When he came to his senses he tried to resist but failed.

This place is like the dangerous swamp in the Spirit Wing Wetlands.

If you accidentally fall into it without being fully prepared, any struggle will only make you sink deeper.

However, the situation today is completely different from the past.

Braum finally got the reinforcement he had been waiting for!
Either we kill this powerful cult emissary who has been secretly infiltrating, influencing, and manipulating Stone Fortress for more than a decade in one fell swoop, today, right now;
Either...

Do not!
There is no other possibility!
Bron Freeman shook his head violently, clearing out the random thoughts that were unconsciously brewing in his mind.

He can win!
The courage of those followers of the God of Knowledge need not be doubted;
Even if there was a fallen god in front of them, they dared to draw their swords and charge forward;
Not to mention a mere cultist who is hiding his true colors.

What Braum needs to do now is to clear his mind and delay the messenger before the reinforcements arrive, not giving her the chance to leave here or make preparations!
"Huh...huh..."

Take a few deep breaths.

When he was highly concentrated, Bron could even hear his heartbeat like a drum.

Bron had thought about this when he was alone.

What would happen if he swung his hammer, raised his shield, and charged at the messenger?
Would he be forcibly stopped on his way to charge, and then arrested and brainwashed again?
Or, the opponent might just smash him to pieces without giving him even a chance to transform, reshape his body, or distort his mind?

Braum had seen the scenes of the messengers taking action many times, but they were basically dealing with innocent people who had just been captured.

The other party always looked nonchalant, and when she was leaning against the altar of flesh and blood, each of her spells seemed to receive a huge bonus.

Faced with such a dangerous existence, Braum once had deep self-doubt. Could he really find an opportunity to destroy the opponent?

Now, he was going to know the answers to these questions.

The surging anger was aroused from his dantian, flowed through his body, and injected Bron Freeman with extremely powerful strength.

This is the tyrannical power of a level 4 warrior!

His right hand slowly took out from behind his back the familiar weapon he had made himself, called "Winter Hammer".

By forging this weapon, Braum passed the Freeman family's assessment of its members. Later, during his adventures with Frigga Ceylan, he killed countless monsters and enemies.

Although it was not enchanted, Braum felt that he and his weapon were in tune with each other!
He firmly believed that when he began to charge at the enemy with his hammer, victory in the battle would definitely belong to him!

The pocket watch that Bron stuffed into his arms moved its hour hand silently, pointing to 7 o'clock.

As the warlocks activated the [Summoning Ritual] magic circle, emitting purple-black light, a huge amount of dazzling white light began to burst out from the "Hall of Truth".

"For the Stone Castle! For the Freeman! For the Dwarves!" "Evildoer, today is the day you die!!!"

Bron Freeman roared and charged at the messenger!

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The familiar feeling of squeezing and dizziness, and the familiar violent pull that seemed to suck the soul out.

After finally getting out of the bad feeling of the [Summoning Ritual] and stepping back onto the ground, the scene around me was the familiar Hall of Truth.

The scale of this summoning was far beyond the ordinary, as more than 200 powerful professionals "airdropped" into this extremely solid space at the same time!
"Arcane Explosion!!"

Without even saying hello, Pete raised his hand and cast a 2nd level magic [Arcane Blast] towards the cultist in charge of the [Summoning Ritual]!
With the target as the center, everything within a few meters around it was like a violent explosion, and was all blown away!

Pete suddenly felt a black screen in front of his eyes, and a feeling of nausea surged up, making Pete retching uncontrollably.

"Fortunately I had anticipated this and was right not to eat too much beforehand!"

After understanding the power of the devil, Pete knew the reason for this abnormal state.

The defensive effect provided by the warlock's first-level spell [Magic Armor] is just basic.

What's really disgusting about it is that more spells can be added to it.

When an enemy attack hits the warlock, these spells are immediately activated, applying negative effects to the attacker.

The powerful warlock is almost the same as a hedgehog, and every attack on him will result in a ton of counter effects.

The cultists who believed in the Supreme Truth that we met in the Dark Forest and Ceylon Territory before, the warlock spells they mastered were almost at the entry level. They only knew a few simple torture spells such as [Pain] and [Fear], which were used as a prerequisite for extracting soul fragments.

Those warlocks in the Realm of Truth who are qualified to perform the [Summoning Ritual] are the real warlock professionals who possess combat power!
Fortunately, Nowen’s followers now all have their own unique skills!
"The brilliant light above the sky, may you bestow your mighty power to heal the disaster he has suffered!"

A tall and strong priest in the team began to chant the prayer of "Dispel the Disaster" before Pete launched his attack.

Pete's [Arcane Blast] severely damaged the target warlock. Just as the opponent put him in a negative state, his companion's glow magic immediately fell from the sky and sprinkled down!
The negative effect only had time to take effect for a split second before being completely eliminated.

After experiencing all kinds of battles, Nowen's followers have become very skilled at chanting prayers in advance and removing negative status in seconds.

"Leave this to us! They are just a few miscellaneous soldiers!"

"Don't waste time, go and kill that messenger of perverse ideas!"

Petwin raised high the gorgeous rapier in his hand that emitted a bright blue glow, rushed out from the team, and aimed directly at the cultist who had just been blown away by Pete!
Swing the sword horizontally!

One sword kills the head!
This is the best weapon he bought with the money he spent after taking an advance of 30 years of pocket money from his family.

An exclusive custom-made ceremonial rapier with a reinforcement level of +8!

Ever since he contributed his faith and received Norwen's blessing, Petwin's strength has also improved by leaps and bounds. Although he has just become a level 2 warrior not long ago, with the "magic weapon" in his hand, he can still chop down the level 3 warlock who doesn't even have a piece of armor when the opponent has no time to defend himself!

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