Just as Mist was rushing to the underground fortress, a terrible massacre was taking place outside the hall of the underground fortress of the Protective Front.

A large group of black-robed Cultivators, led by a guy who also wore black robes but had a large white skull emblazoned on his vest, were slaughtering the twenty-level professional guards in the fortress.

Although these guards are almost twice as many as their opponents, they are generally lower in rank than their opponents for one round, so the battle is almost one-sided.

Most of the professionals here aren't die-hard members of the Defend Front - they didn't join the group to be slaughtered like they are now.

But their opponents did not let anyone go from beginning to end, whether it was kneeling to surrender or desperately resisting, in the end they could only usher in an ending of being ruthlessly killed.

The reason why these professional guards gathered here was simply because of the orders of one of the three leaders, "Horn Clark".

The big boss who often appeared in front of the members of the low-level organization was still very authoritative among these low-level members.

This time, he said that because a big operation was about to begin, he would distribute some better equipment and weapons to everyone and ask them to gather at the door of the training hall at noon to line up to receive them.

These professionals were of course overjoyed when they heard the news, and they were all speculating about what level of equipment the leader would give them. And they all gathered outside the training hall very actively.

However, at noon, just as they were still dreaming of the best blue-level or even gold-level equipment, those guys wearing black cloaks and never showing their faces outside the training hall suddenly appeared in front of them and attacked them without warning.

The professionals, who were completely unresponsive, were instantly blindsided, and they had no idea why these guys, who were supposed to be their "allies", had suddenly attacked them.

The professionals guarding here have also vaguely heard that the mysterious black cloaks in the training hall are a group of evil pacters.

But they are all a group of people who can't even learn the ultimate skills of a department at the upper limit of their professional level, and because their efforts have not been rewarded for a long time, they have long been too lazy to care about hell or not, as long as anyone can let them live the kind of life they think they deserve, they don't care what the other party's ultimate goal is!

However, it is this attitude of indifference to their own camp that now directly kills them.

The evil pact was very ruthless, without any consideration or hesitation, and these outlaws would not have any mercy for these former so-called "allies".

No matter how much they cried for mercy and cursed fear, the attacking Evil Pact responded only with the weapons and skills in their hands.

However, the guy with the white skull on the back of the robe didn't make a move, he just stood behind all the evil pacters, watching quietly with a blank face.

He is Randall, whose full name is "Randall Spencer", and is one of the three legendary powerhouses of the famous Hellish diehards, the Spencer family.

He was also one of the three royal shields that King Jehein of Rugoin had recruited from the "Second World Front" at great expense.

He is level 99 and his true identity is a legendary necromancer.

And among all the legendary Evil Pacters, his name is also quite large.

Because he is called "the man closest to the legend".

Legend has it that he was personally received by Mephisto, one of the three demon gods of hell, and was personally instructed by the Hate King.

Not only is he powerful, but he also has a noble status, and under normal circumstances, there is no task that can get him out of the city of divine punishment.

However, a few years ago, Mephisto personally approached him and asked him to infiltrate the city of Lugoin, the heartland of mankind, and at the right time to launch a wave of offensive with the Evil Covenanters of the First World, with the aim of defeating Kurast and Rugoin, and plunging the power of hell into the heartland of mankind.

If this is achieved, then humanity will have to become more cautious and passive in the frontal battle with Hell, and will have less support for the forces of Heaven on the eternal battlefield.

At that time, the three demon lords of hell will usher in a rare opportunity, a chance to end the eternal war once and for all.

In order to achieve this ultimate goal, their operation must be successful this time.

Now that Kurast has been occupied, the plan of the Three Demon Gods has been half successful, leaving Lu Gaoin still under the control of humans, and this control will not last long!

Although his operation in the palace failed due to some unexpected factors, the operation of his colleagues seemed to be going well.

So far, Mist has managed to use this stupid organization to get enough "goods".

And these goods are now stored in the warehouse behind this door.

Thinking of this, he couldn't help but look at the bloody slaughterhouse in front of him and smile.

Anyway, it's already in your own bag, so why rush at this time?

These lovely subordinates of his, who have been holding back in this invisible rat hole for years, will affect their morale if they are not allowed to vent properly......

A bloodthirsty smile tugged at Randall's lips, and he lifted his leg and kicked away the flask in the hand of an Amazon who had only the upper half of his body left.

"Dry your blood and die! Think it's for me! He laughed sickly and stomped Amazon's hands in despair.

Just as this guy was playing hard, an angry voice suddenly sounded behind him.

"Randall! What are you doing?! Why don't you hurry in?! ”

Randall frowned, he didn't like to be interrupted while enjoying torture.

"Mister, things have come to this point, do we need to be in a hurry? Anyway, it's not time to launch an offensive now, so let them have fun! ”

"Damn it! We've been tricked! There are people in the warehouse now! He is destroying our cargo! ”

Mister scolded, hurriedly skipped directly past Randall's side, and transformed into a huge crow man at the moment he rushed into the group of professionals, waving his sharp claws and frantically killing in the direction of the training hall gate.

"What did you say?!" Randall was furious when he heard this, and with a wave of his right hand, a Hidden Staff with a faint orange halo appeared directly in his hand.

He held the staff, and with an expression of extreme anger on his face, he frantically waved it at the professionals in front of him, and every time he swung the staff, a thick green poisonous mist exploded in the crowd of professionals.

"Randall! Are you crazy? You're going to hurt our people by mistake! ”

Miste rushed to the front, and suddenly heard countless violent explosions and the hissing sound of poisonous mist corroding from behind, and he was suddenly startled in his heart, and quickly opened his mouth to stop him.

There is no such thing as a reminder of accidental injuries between the evil pact, and even killing each other among the evil pact is simply what the demon gods and demon kings want to see.

Randall is a level 99 legendary powerhouse, once he starts to release his skills crazily, not only the enemy can't stand it, but no one else can withstand it.

"It is their glory to die for Hell! Now we don't have time for them to pull out! ”

Randall laughed evilly, but his hand didn't mean to stop.

Under the poisonous explosion skill of his legendary necromancer, the entire training hall suddenly resounded with a burst of ghostly wolf howls, and many evil pact people who didn't have time to dodge were shrouded in the rapidly spreading poisonous mist, and when the poisonous mist dissipated, only a green dried corpse was left in place.

"Damn! Forget it, I can't care so much now! Mister gritted his teeth, no longer bothering about Randle's madness, but followed the path he had blasted and quickly came to the door of the training hall.

However, when he slammed the door open and looked up, he saw that in front of the warehouse door at the back of the training hall, a guy with war tattoos on his face and forehead had stepped into a blue portal beside him.

The guy heard the door open, suddenly turned around and waved at Mist, and walked into the portal with a smile on his face.

Behind him, Mister saw a scene that made his eyes tremble.

The door to the warehouse was open, and the floor was littered with purple-black potions and the remains of broken glass bottles.

"Bastard! Where to run! ”

Randall, who was chasing in almost at the same time as Mister, also saw this scene, he roared in anger, and the staff in his right hand swung violently towards the portal, and a bone spear burning with fierce blue flames instantly shot out from his side and pierced directly into the portal.