Calamity Game: Cleanup Man? No I'm The Villain

"Feel the shock? Everyone!"

On the high platform, the only saint stationed here by the Tribunal is mobilizing before the battle.

All members of the trial court can feel the vibrations under the ground at this moment, which means that their target is about to reach the battlefield.

The battlefield used to snipe the crypt lord is a specially transformed open space, surrounded by a large number of spell altars.

These altars have only one function. After the crypt lord appears, change the surrounding land structure to prevent the group of night-dire bugs from escaping after finding out that it is a trap.

In previous battles between Radiant and Dire, as long as the Crypt Lords participated in the battle, their losses must be minimal.

Due to the inherent talent of their race, they can use the fastest speed to escape into the ground, thereby reducing the loss of the population.

Of course, the crypt lord would act like a deserter on the battlefield, in the final analysis, because the fertility rate of the population is too low.

Crypt Lords cannot reproduce as long as there are no rock-bonding eggs, and even the most powerful of the depth lords cannot violate this natural defect that limits their race.

Had the crypt lords not had this restriction, even a low birth rate would have given them a place in the Scourge above that of scavengers.

It is conceivable how important the rock knot sleeping egg is to them.

So even though he knew that there was a high probability that the rock-bonded sleeping egg born at this time would be a trap set by the court, Anub'arak still brought his legion to obtain the treasure that would allow their race to continue without hesitation.

"Today, we will face the crypt lords, and we will completely end the continuation of their species here! On the future front, our compatriots will no longer endure attacks from the ground!"

"I am gratified for the upcoming results, and what makes me even more gratified is that there are people with the same determination as ours who are willing to sacrifice themselves! Let us offer the highest praise to their sacrifices!"

As the words of the saint fell, two survivors in holy robes entered the prepared battlefield holding the rock knot sleeping egg together.

The faces of both of them were full of joy, as if it was an extremely honorable thing to be the bait of this ambush.

"Is this the magic of the Tribunal? Are they directly manipulated?" Chen Lang turned his head and asked Ge Qingrong in a rare way.

In their team, the opponent and the high-level court of the court are in regular contact.

"A spell of the Tribunal, which can be used to manipulate other people's bodies, but the conditions for achieving it are relatively strict, and we don't need to worry about this."

Recalling that when I first discovered this spell, I was worried for a long time. After I really learned the conditions for his use, I was relieved.

"I thought the Inquisition would be as glamorous as it appears."

"This kind of thing must be impossible. If that's the case, Tianhui has been killed by Night Dire several times."

"That's right... I really don't need to worry about Lin Bei? If necessary, I can directly..."

"It's not necessary. At this stage, personal force is just a slightly heavier weight. Unless the weights on both sides of the battlefield are exactly the same, otherwise this weight will not be able to change the weight of the balance at all.

Besides, we are only first-order survivors, and the upper limit of this world is at third-order..."

"Ok."

"Get ready. Those crypt lords are not our target. Our battlefield is elsewhere. At that time, I can't wait for Lin Bei to appear."

The two stopped paying attention to the saint who was still speaking, the vibration under their feet became more and more obvious, and their target was about to appear soon.

And the saint's speech at this time has reached its climax.

"Today! Trial heresy!"

"Judgment of heretics! Judgment of heretics!"

The ground was constantly roaring, especially the two survivors in the center of the ambush site, they couldn't even stabilize their bodies.

When the two fell down, the rock knot sleeping eggs in their hands also fell to the ground together, but there was still no panic on the faces of the two of them when the crisis was approaching, and there was only joy on their faces.

But this is just the superficial condition of the two survivors. Their hearts are extremely anxious at the moment, but their bodies are completely out of the control of their brains.

The bodies of the two of them seemed to be controlled by a pair of invisible hands like marionettes.

Under the gaze of the two, a crack began to crack on the ground, and they saw a grey-blue sharp edge breaking through the ground first, like a sharp blade.

Followed by the other party's colorful, underground ore-like carapace, of course they also saw a pair of eyes.

As for what kind of eyes they were, the two could no longer remember, because the moment they looked at those eyes, their perspective was replaced by darkness, and the end of the darkness was the stomach of the crypt lord.

The Lord of the Abyss - Anub'arak, appeared in the ambush position on time.

What greeted him was the exquisite trap prepared by the trial court, and all kinds of props used to target him immediately surrounded the opponent's body from all directions.

The strong 'power of dawn' erupted at Anub'arak's position.

The scavengers who were outside the battlefield and had already arrived at the designated location to prepare for the rescue battle all felt the energy fluctuations from the 'Power of Dawn'.

The 'Power of Darkness' flowing in their bodies responded immediately, and the black smoke attached to their bodies began to pass through the gaps between the 'wrapping armor' and came to the outside.

All the scavengers are ready at this moment, they all understand what is about to happen, and they, who are already warlike, can't wait.

Manfrik scanned all the members of the Eighth Army, and his eyes finally settled on one direction, which was the direction of Yan Feichen.

It's a pity that the opponent is now slightly behind the team, so Manfrik can't see him.

But for Manfrik, that was innocuous. After this battle, he and Yan Feichen were destined to survive only one.

"How nice would it be if you were a scavenger?" Manfrik thought with some regret, but the thought only appeared for a moment.

"Everyone... march!" he shouted.

In the next moment, Manfrik took the lead and rushed towards the battlefield below. Behind him, thousands of scavengers followed closely behind.

"The scavenger has already started to act, remember to be prepared, I will not enter the battlefield, and I will take less when the settlement is made."

On a hillside in the distance, Lu Ren watched the scavengers flying down, edited a message and sent it to Ge Qingrong.

Unknowingly, the tip of his nose smelled blood.