Idle game leads to another world.

Chapter 676 Frontal Charge
In the Baofengzhai Square, the followers of the Sirius Cult turned their backs to the bonfire, listening to the drum beats and rhythm coming from behind. In fact, they all wanted to turn around to see what was happening.

But the orders they received were to keep a close eye on the entrances and exits of the square and not let anyone come in to cause trouble, so they tried their best to keep their eyes straight.

Behind them, there was an armchair. The Ghost King, one of the Four Heavenly Kings of the Sirius Cult and the least human, was sitting on it, slowly drinking tea, a specialty of southern Xinjiang.

The reason why he is the least like a human is that his skin is pale and he looks like a floating corpse. He wears a hideous mask for a long time to cover his face which has been swollen beyond recognition.

If he were placed in a magical world, he would probably be mistaken for an undead creature, so he doesn't look like a human.

He knew that someone would definitely come to stop the ceremony tonight. Even if those gangsters who were chasing clues did not come, the appearance of the crazy monk Du Chun in southern Xinjiang was obviously not a coincidence. Maybe he would do it himself.

So when the ceremony started, they immediately deployed their formation and waited for someone to take the bait.

The Southern Xinjiang strategy is an important part of the leader's plan. If he can personally create a great wizard, Southern Xinjiang will definitely be in solidarity with the Western Regions.

With the help of this group of mysterious witches and wizards, the leader's cause will naturally be more certain.

Therefore, only success is allowed, and failure is not allowed. If the good deeds of the leader are ruined, even if the Corpse Ghost King is one of the Four Heavenly Kings, he will definitely not end up well.

Just as I was wondering when the troublemakers would come, I heard a sharp whistle flying up into the sky, followed by a burst of fireworks.

"As expected, they are here! Prepare for battle!"

The Corpse Demon King threw away the tea bowl and stood up suddenly. The members of the Sirius Cult who had been waiting for a long time drew out their scimitars.

At the same time, a row of dark shadows emerged from the bamboo building on one side of the square and threw something over.

Initially thinking it was a hidden weapon, members of the Sirius Cult waved their swords in an attempt to block it, but when they managed to strike it down they discovered that it was just thumb-sized wax balls.

Regardless of whether these wax balls were broken or fell to the ground, a large amount of smoke would immediately come out. Just as the Sirius Cult was about to fight back with a rain of arrows, they were immediately unable to open their eyes due to the smoke, and coughing sounds were heard everywhere.

"I was wondering who it was, it turned out to be the little thief from the Sixteenth Village!"

The Corpse Ghost King recognized that this was the Sixteenth Village's unique smoke pill, which was usually used when they were escaping.

Although it looks magical, the size of the smoke ball clearly tells you that it cannot emit smoke for a long time like a smoke bomb.

But just blocking the view for a moment is enough.

One by one, figures with their faces covered to avoid inhaling smoke emerged from the white smoke and started hacking at anyone they saw. Several members of the Sirius Cult were caught off guard and were chopped down on the spot.

The Corpse Ghost King was not in a hurry at all. After all, he had an absolute advantage in numbers. A few petty thieves would be chopped into meat paste in no time. Compared with them, the Corpse Ghost King needed to be more wary of the elusive crazy monk Du Chun.

So he just stood there with his hands behind his back, completely ignoring everything.

Under the cover of smoke, Yang Yiyi used the move of Double Dragons Coming Out to Sea to sweep away the members of the Sirius Cult that appeared on both sides. She turned around and kicked them hard again, knocking down several people.

The people from the Sixteen Villages were all agile and swift in their actions. Yang Yiyi's move was like a tornado that destroyed the parking lot, which was particularly eye-catching.

The greatest heroes serve their country and their people.

However, Yang Yiyi has a different view. She believes that those who serve the country and the people are heroes, and those who stand up to fight injustice are also heroes. There is no distinction between heroes in terms of status.

But she never thought that one day she would really fight for her country and her people. Yang Yiyi, she was excited!

"I do have some strength. I am the Wolf Master. Let me meet you..."

"I have no time for you!"

"what!"

Not all of these Sirius Cult members were miscellaneous soldiers. There were also Wolf Envoys and Vanguards, two types of mid- and lower-level commanders of the Sirius Cult. Seeing Yang Yiyi killing everyone, they wanted to come up and fight. As a result, they were hit on the spot by a steel mace, and the top of their heads was dented. They fell to the ground and died instantly without even a scream.

Yang Yiyi's greatest advantage is that she is invincible. Her exaggerated muscle and bone properties allow her to make these Tianlang Cult members cry for their parents with brute force alone, even without using her internal energy.

However, saying that Yang Yiyi can defeat a thousand enemies alone is just an exaggeration. As the smoke began to dissipate, the advantage in numbers gradually became apparent.

After all, there were less than twenty people in the Sixteen Villages plus Yang Yiyi, while there were at least several hundred members of the Sirius Cult in the square.

Even if you fight ten people alone, you will not have the advantage, let alone two fists cannot beat four hands. Even the most capable fighter will be at a loss if he is caught in the middle.

For example, many places call characters above level 50 "Ten Thousand Enemies". It's not that they can fight against ten thousand people at once, but that they cannot be killed by numbers, and in the worst case scenario they can run away.

But Yang Yiyi and the others obviously haven't reached this level yet.

At first, they took advantage of the smoke and chopped down several people on the spot, but soon the members of the Sirius Cult began to use their numerical advantage to suppress everyone.

Yang Yiyi can indeed open up a gap, but others can't keep up.

She rushed into the crowd unstoppably, but she was not completely immune to attack, as there were enemies on all sides. If she continued to charge forward, the Corpse King would attack her. Yang Yiyi had no choice but to retreat back to the people of the Sixteen Villages so that they could be looked after.

If they continued, not only would they not be able to stop the ceremony, the people from the Sixteenth Village would be exhausted to death, and Yang Yiyi herself would not be able to make it through.

If things go wrong, everyone will be wiped out by the Tianlang Cult before reinforcements arrive.

No wonder the Corpse King stood there without moving. With such a small number of people, he was not worthy of taking action personally.

As the smoke gradually dissipated, several figures dressed in southern Xinjiang costumes appeared under the thick smoke. Some of them stood guard like guards, and the shortest one, Ran Xiaoyi, was jumping left and right with a snake staff in hand.

Or it could be said that they were performing a shaman dance, and under the cover of the smoke, they were almost done.

When Ran Xiaoyi's figure was fully revealed, she waved her snake staff. At first glance, there was nothing special about it, but the people of the Sirius Cult seemed to have seen something terrible. They couldn't help but retreat quickly, patting their bodies as they ran.

This was because they saw that the blood flowing from the people who were chopped down turned into colorful poisonous snakes, which crawled up along their clothes.

The poisonous snakes in southern Xinjiang are no joke. Once bitten, even a god cannot help. People are so scared that they don't know where to go.

The Tianlang Cult had never expected that there would be shamans assisting the people from the Central Plains, and they had not made any preparations for this.

In fact, this is just a pure illusion. If you stay calm and look carefully, you will be able to see through it. But when you see a poisonous snake crawling up your leg, how many people can really stay calm?

(End of this chapter)