"Hah... Hah... Hah..."

  Running down the corridor, the young warrior's figure looked a bit disheveled. Even now, his eyes still lingered on that brutal death, the splattered blood and corpses, and the ears still echoed with the screams of his comrades. His heart was pounding violently, as if it was about to jump out of his throat. However, even so, the young warrior did not stop his footsteps, but instead gritted his teeth and continued to run forward relentlessly.

  Dark region.

  He knew exactly what this place was, a dark abyss, an eternal land of evil where sunlight could never shine and the dead could never rest. From childhood, he had heard stories about the dark realm, the bottomless chasm, and the man-eating monsters that emerged from the depths of darkness. But those were just fairy tales to scare children, when he joined the Holy Church, he learned from his colleagues that the terrifying dark people who spread fear were driven out, eliminated, and finally had to hide in the glorious legend of the underground where the sun never shines.

  When the young warrior was recruited to join the team, he was still quite excited and thrilled in his heart. He finally got the favor of the Holy Lord and entered the dark underground with many brave warriors to fight against darkness and evil. And when the triumphant return, the achievement of eliminating the evil demons will be praised by everyone, and eventually become an eternal legend under the singing of the minstrel.

  But now, blood, death, everything is presented in the most intuitive and cruel way in front of him, clearly telling him that the heroic road in his dreams is not as glorious as he imagined, but rather it is a pile of white bones and blood. Now the warrior no longer thinks about how to become famous, how to become a legendary hero. For him, what's most important now is how to keep himself alive, rather than becoming a miserable corpse like his comrades outside.

  That's right, just as the bishop said, seeking help is just asking for help...

  The warrior lifted his head and cast his gaze towards the iron gate not far in front of him. He stumbled to the iron gate, pushed open the originally closed door with a bang. Here was placed the special liaison magic circle used by the Holy Church when it encountered an emergency attack. As long as the magic circle was activated, it would be able to inform all surrounding troops of the situation at the base, and at that time...

  Clang!!

  The iron gate opened, and the piercing crash echoed in the corridor, causing the young warrior to tremble involuntarily. He subconsciously glanced back at himself. For some reason, just now, the young warrior suddenly had a very eerie feeling, as if he had attracted the attention of something terrible, a feeling like being alone in the deep mountains and forests, being stared at by a fierce beast lurking in the bushes.

  Illusion, it must be an illusion.

  As he thought of this, the young warrior turned around and walked into the room. He soon saw a pure white statue standing in the center of the room. This statue was normally used for people to pray to. But in an emergency, as long as the mechanism was pulled, the holy power condensed within the statue would burst out, forming a special energy fluctuation that only the Holy Temple's followers could sense. By then, those evil underground dwellers would definitely not be able to escape!!

  This was the last thought in the young warrior's mind.

  A sharp, icy tail blade sliced silently through the air, piercing the young warrior's throat from behind through a gap in his armor. He stared wide-eyed, mouth agape, but only a faint gurgle escaped his throat as air rushed out of the wound. The young warrior desperately stretched out both hands, staring at the statue before him like a drowning man grasping for a straw. But before he could react further, the black, slender tail retracted and then coiled around his neck, swiftly dragging him out the door.

  Soon, the corridor returned to its previous silence, with only a dark figure flashing by quietly, and soon disappeared from sight.

  Something is wrong!!

  Standing on the parapet of the castle wall, the old bishop's face became increasingly solemn. It had been several minutes since he sent someone to ask for help, but why was there still no movement? This was not normal, could it be that something was wrong inside the stronghold as well? Thinking of this, the old bishop turned his head and looked towards the rear. There was a vast darkness, with neither firelight nor any movement visible, yet seeing this scene, the old bishop's heart was greatly shocked.

  Could it be that these evil dark people have already infiltrated our base and are planning a pincer movement?

  "Everyone, evacuate immediately!!"

  The old master did not hesitate any longer and immediately gave the order. Although he had been paying attention to all directions during the battle, he had not detected any unusual sounds. However, it was possible that the opponent had not sneaked in during the chaos of the battle, but rather had secretly entered the stronghold before the battle began. If that were the case, continuing to fight head-on would be extremely disadvantageous. It would be better to withdraw everyone and hold out for a while longer. Once the patrol team outside returned, they could turn the situation around.

  The old master's guess was actually correct. In fact, before the war began, Zhan En had already sent a Xenomorph to infiltrate the base and quietly killed several guards. As for assassination, Xenomorphs and Dark Elves are both professionals, so they didn't attract anyone's attention at all. After that, Zhan En brought Enoia and others to find the door directly, attracting the attention of the base guards. This made these Xenomorphs even more like fish in water, killing everyone in the entire base cleanly. As for the young warrior who ran away earlier to try to seek help, he had naturally been seen by Zhan En long ago. However, he didn't need to take action himself, and just needed to give orders to the Xenomorphs through mental connection, which was enough to make those who entered the base have no return.

  Want to run?

  Seeing the soldiers start to retreat, Zhan En sneered. Alex's previous choice was not actually wrong. He had originally planned to defend the stronghold and use long-range attacks to annihilate the enemy. However, he did not expect to be bombarded by Elise and Zhan En's magic, directly turning him into a half-cripple. In order to turn the situation around, he had no choice but to dispatch his soldiers to launch an attack, hoping to defeat these troublesome spellcasters through close combat. Unfortunately, Alex still miscalculated the strength of Zhan En and the others, ultimately leading to a crushing defeat.

  These humans on earth are stupid anyway... but since you're out, do you want to go back?

  Zhan En raised his right hand, and soon, lightning gathered in his palm once again.

  "Not good!! Be careful!! Disperse quickly!!"

  Upon seeing Zhan's actions, the old bishop was shocked and immediately shouted loudly to signal the soldiers to retreat. At the same time, he raised the holy emblem and once again invoked the sacred name in a loud voice. Soon, a golden-yellow barrier suddenly appeared from the holy emblem, spreading out with the old bishop as its center, like a shield that covered the soldiers within.

  At the same time, a thunderbolt burst out of Zhan En's hand.

  The pouring lightning waves swallowed everything without any obstacles, and the burst of white light illuminated the originally dark cave like a dazzling disco hall. The deafening thunder was like a roaring dance music, and the flickering light left a trail of afterimages on the retina, making it impossible to look directly at it. The ground began to shake violently, as if the whole person had caught a chill and was shaking uncontrollably, so much so that one could not even stand still. And the vault above was even more unbearable, the massive impact brought by the thunder and lightning was like hundreds of thousands of missiles hitting, digging out a smooth circular hole in the originally uneven vault. Rocks fell like rain, burying everything below.

  When the lightning dissipated again, the stronghold in front of him had completely transformed into another scene, broken and scattered. The old bishop's defense was like a mantis trying to stop a chariot in the face of nature's great power, and it didn't have any effect at all. Zhan En's condensed magic power released from the entire underground city was equivalent to dozens of mages working together, unless there was specialized defensive magic, otherwise, except for demigods, it would be difficult for anyone to escape death.

  "Breath..."

  Jian Er also wiped the sweat from his forehead, revealing a few points of fatigue. Even for him, condensing and releasing all the magic in the underground castle in an instant was extremely exhausting work. Jian Er's current state wasn't quite burnt out, but he had already consumed more than half of his energy. If he were to do it again, it wouldn't be possible in a short period of time.

  However, Jan didn't need to take action anymore, because at this moment, there was no one who could stand in front of him. The defenders of the outpost were not many who could escape this thunderous wash, they were either turned into a pile of charcoal or crushed by falling rocks from above, occasionally there were a few lucky ones who didn't die immediately, and now they were also lying down in the ruins. As for these survivors, Jan would naturally not go to sigh at their good luck - after all, being beheaded by dark elves and having one's throat bitten off by alien creatures wouldn't be a particularly pleasant memory.

  The obstacle has been removed, so what's next...

  Thinking of this, Zhan En rubbed his hands together and stared intently at the nearby ruins of the stronghold. Following the game's usual tradition, after defeating the BOSS it was time to search for and divide up the treasure.

  I hope these terrestrial guests aren't so petty.