The cultists weren't fools. Under the command of the elder, almost all the Red Mist Devils pounced on Jenn.
It was apparent that the elder had also realized that the attacks coming from all directions were just there to make up the numbers and couldn't deal any damage to them at all. On the other hand, the half-elf Ranger was quite skillful and posed a huge threat. In the blink of an eye, he killed three of his comrades.
Although killing these people would not cause the ritual to completely fail now that they were sacrificing their souls, it would still cause interference to the ritual.
Therefore, the best way was to get rid of the central figure among these people, and Zayen was obviously the most important target!
Great timing!
Gazing at the Red Mist Devils charging at him, Jenn's eyes glinted. He hurriedly unsheathed the sword on his waist, dashed across the ground, and pounced on the Red Mist Devils!
"Hmm?"
Looking at this scene, the elder's expression changed slightly. He thought that Rhode would flee immediately, but he didn't expect him to have the guts to charge at him.
Can't he tell that the Red Mist Devils aren't easy to deal with?
Or is he just a boorish country bumpkin who doesn't know what he's facing?
At this thought, the elder couldn't help but reveal a sinister smile.
No matter what, he's dead for sure!
Facing Jenn, the Red Mist Devils shrieked and pounced on him.
They could feel the spiritual powers burning in Rhode's body. To the Red Mist Devils, there was almost no better prey than Rhode!
In the face of these monsters that pounced on him like hungry wolves, Zayen sneered. Then, he swung his sword forward. Along with his movement, a silver moon-like brilliance emerged from the blade of the sword. It whistled through the air and slashed the most aggressive Red Fog Devil in front of him.
The sword light cut through its body as if it was cutting through butter without any hesitation.
Shortly after, the Red Mist Devil shrieked, exploded, and vanished in a puff of smoke.
"How is this possible?!"
Looking at this scene, the old man was taken aback.
Before coming here, he did get information about Jenn from the Soros Family. But in fact, Jenn hid his strength very well, and most of the time, he was commanding from behind the scenes.
Therefore, the Soros Family did not know how powerful Jenn was.
Although the Soros Family had lost some powerful warriors in the battle against the "National Freedom Army," with Nadia's presence, the Soros Family was more inclined to believe that they were killed by the Divine Knight.
After all, Nadia was quite famous in this area, and the Soros Family knew of her existence.
It wasn't strange for a Legendary Paladin to kill all the elites they had.
Therefore, in their intelligence reports, they treated Jenn as someone with some ability, but he was more of a behind-the-scenes character.
Not to mention, they didn't know who Jenn was, nor did they know that their target was right in front of them. Judging from his appearance, this half-elf Ranger didn't seem particularly powerful.
In their opinion, perhaps Jenn would become the Red Mist Devil's food in the blink of an eye, just like the previous militia.
But when the old man saw the sword ray in Jenn's hand, his expression changed slightly.
The sword ray condensed out of his body, which meant that he was already a Master Level powerhouse.
And judging from his archery skills just now, this half-elf was obviously not ordinary. Besides, he was also quite familiar with the Red Mist Devils.
These monsters were elemental creatures, and any physical attacks had no effect on them.
On the other hand, only energy attacks could cause the greatest damage to them. He originally thought that in this remote village, apart from the Holy Knights mentioned in the intelligence report, there wouldn't be such a person.
But now, it seemed that the situation was completely different from what he had imagined.
"— — —!"
Upon witnessing their own kind being slaughtered, the remaining Red Mist Devils panicked and scattered in all directions. Elemental creatures weren't fearless. On the contrary, they valued their lives more than anything else.
It was especially so for the sinister and cunning Red Mist Devils, who bullied the weak and feared the strong. They thought that there was a fat sheep in front of them, but in the blink of an eye, this fat sheep revealed the sharp claws and fangs of a lion!
Facing such an enemy, the Red Mist Devils naturally didn't pounce on him as recklessly as before. Instead, they scattered immediately.
Facing such a move, Jenn continued to move forward without hesitation. The sword ray in his hand flashed again, tearing open a gap in the red mist. At the next moment, Jenn arrived before the cultists. At this moment, the cultists had just picked up their weapons.
"You …!"
Gazing at the half-elf Ranger who suddenly appeared before him, the leader of the black-robed cultists couldn't help but stare blankly. Cultists were generally evil priests, and no matter what they wore, their main weapon was a flail.
At that moment, the cultist held the flail in his hand and before he had the chance to chant the blasphemous words of his faith, Jenn had arrived before him.
At the next moment, he felt a cold glint flashing before his eyes. Then, his vision turned crimson …
"Bang!"
The black-robed cultist's corpse fell heavily to the ground. At this moment, Jenn had already dashed toward another cultist.
"Stop him! Hurry up and stop him!"
An expert's skills were obvious the moment he made a move.
As the strongest among them, the senior immediately realized that this young half-elf Ranger wasn't easy to deal with. He was so strong that ordinary people couldn't defeat him at all!
At this thought, he clutched the scepter in his hand tightly and gave an order.
However, it was apparent that Jenn had expected this. He shuttled in and out of the crowd like a specter. The sword in his hand flashed a cold glint from time to time, and every time it erupted, there would be blood splatters and blood-curdling screams. In the blink of an eye, four to five cultists collapsed into a pool of blood, never to be seen again.
"Hmph!"
Looking at this scene, the senior's expression turned grim.
He wasn't a fool. He naturally realized that this young man wasn't reckless, but had purposely charged in.
With his strength, he was like a tiger in a flock of sheep. No matter how many people there were, they couldn't trap him. It seemed like he could only rely on himself to defeat this young man.
But … At this thought, the senior gazed at the magical ritual flickering in scarlet radiance around him. He was the center of this summoning ritual. If he were to leave this place, the summoning ritual would fail. In this situation, even though he wanted to take action personally, he was powerless to do so.
But, it wasn't entirely impossible.
"Argh!"
Another blood-curdling screech. At this moment, there were more than a dozen cultists lying beside Jenn. The other cultists seemed to have realized how difficult this enemy was to deal with. They no longer shouted the name of the evil god they believed in and attacked. Instead, they surrounded him tightly.
Under such circumstances, Zayen seemed to be at a loss for what to do. He gripped his sword tightly and stared vigilantly at the cultists who surrounded him from all directions.
These evil cultists are really bad at this.
Zayen helplessly shook off the beads of blood on the blade of his sword. He glanced at the old man who was blocked by the cultists. Life is like a drama. We're all here to make a living. Can't you be more competent in your acting?
I'm already 'reluctantly' being stopped here by your people. You should at least have some reaction. If this goes on, I'll have to kill all of you and find someone else to cooperate with.
Otherwise, it'll be an insult to me to cooperate with such low-IQ people, won't it?
Fortunately, the cultists weren't as foolish as Jenn imagined. Unsure if the senior sensed Jenn's gaze, he grimaced. At the next moment, he raised his arms high and along with this action, a red light column soared into the sky.
"My Lord, I humbly offer you my flesh and soul as sacrifices. I pray for your divine might to descend and eliminate these maggots who dare to stop my Lord!"
Along with the senior's shouts, a series of scarlet lightning bolts erupted in the empty void and struck the ground violently. At the next moment, the ground rumbled and monsters that seemed to be made of piles of melted flesh emerged from the ground. They looked like a mixture of flesh and blood from the Sludge Monsters and exuded a disgusting stench.
Beneath the rolling flesh and blood, one could even see sharp, blade-like teeth!
You're finally on the right track!
Looking at these monsters, Zayen nodded in his heart. Now, he was going to play the role of a hero who "stopped the cult's ritual at all costs". According to the pace of American blockbusters, this kind of hero must be able to fight against everyone, and at the last moment, covered in blood, show a confident and calm smile to the enemy, then pick up a grenade and detonate it — oh, wrong, this is an art film, not a commercial film.
But now, Jenn couldn't care less about the box office. If not, he wouldn't even be able to act in an indie film and could only act in a B-grade film!
Therefore, after witnessing the monsters made of flesh and blood, he let out a furious roar and charged at the cultists again as though he was at the end of his tether.
Blade rays flashed. At the next moment, Jenn 'forcibly' tore a crack in the encirclement of the cultists. Then, he raised his sword high and metamorphosed into a streak of cold light, charging at the senior 'without hesitation'.
Seeing Zayen's performance, the old man showed a smug smile on his face. Obviously, in his opinion, the enemy in front of him was at the end of his rope.
But at the next moment, his expression changed abruptly!