Zongwang: Unspeakable fear!

Chapter 5 Return to the battlefield, fanatics
The next morning, just as the sky was getting light, in the quiet wooden house, Gao Yang suddenly opened his eyes and fumbled around his neck with his hands.

Seeing that his neck was intact, he regained his composure.

Gao Yang sat up from the bed. This movement affected the wound on his body, causing him to frown unconsciously.

After adjusting to the slight but persistent pain, Gao Yang stood up and walked out.

Time is very tight, and being able to get a full night's sleep is already a luxury for him now.

After going out, Gao Yang still felt the chill that penetrated his soul. He tightened his clothes, closed the door, and strode out.

When Gao Yang found Dulong, he was throwing two stone locks, his whole body steaming and emitting astonishing heat.

Dulong was not surprised at all to see Gao Yang.

In other words, if someone can't even get up early, then there is no need to waste his precious time.

"Grab the stone lock and train behind me today."

Dulong gestured towards Gao Yang and then stopped talking.

From basic physical training, to actual combat exercises, to battlefield survival experience, and then
The day passed in a fulfilling and tiring way.

After dinner, Gao Yang sat on the ground, leaning his back against the sword stuck in the ground, and raised his head slightly, waiting for the moment when the sun would completely set.

Dulong was not far away, quietly wiping his weapon, his only remaining eye like a calm deep pool.

The sun set completely and darkness swept in. At the same time, a low horn sounded.

"Let's go, Gao Yang."

Dulong stood up with a thick-backed machete in his hand and greeted Gao Yang.

Gao Yang stood up, drew his sword, and quickly rushed to the gathering point with Dulong.

Just like yesterday, after gathering, all the soldiers began to walk out of the city through the deep city gate.

However, compared to yesterday's anxiety, Gao Yang is extremely calm today.

When everyone stood still outside the city, the sky turned white and the past came again.

Unrealistic and lewd music sounded in Gao Yang's mind, but Gao Yang, who was prepared, was not surprised at all.

The familiar scene reappeared, with countless fanatical believers rushing towards the city wall.

The light faded, Gao Yang gripped his weapon tightly, and rushed towards the opposite side together with Dulong.

After yesterday's battle and a whole day of guidance today, Gao Yang's sword swings became more and more crisp and clear, and his cooperation with Dulong became smoother.

In just a moment of fighting, Dulong exerted force with both arms and slashed out three times in a row, knocking the old believer in front of him off balance.

At this moment, a huge sword came whistling, and the blade full of huge power easily cut his neck.

One sword kills the head!
The eighth one!
Gao Yang didn't even look at the headless corpse, his face was cold, and he and Dulong rushed straight towards another old believer nearby.

Just ten minutes into the fight, Gao Yang and Du Long had already cooperated with each other and killed five old believers.

Gao Yang's mission to enter the dungeon for training can be said to have been completed at this moment.

But the prerequisite is that Gao Yang needs to survive this battle.

Gao Yang and Dulong's efficient performance soon attracted enemies that should not have appeared.

"Praise the sun!"

Accompanied by an extremely fanatical roar, a sturdy body rushed towards Dulong like an armored vehicle.

"careful!"

Gao Yang's face changed. The burly believer who rushed over was much taller and stronger than the ordinary fanatics, and the equipment on his body was also better.

"It's a fanatic!"

Dulong roared, and a hint of strong hatred flashed in his one eye.

Gao Yang looked at the fanatic in front of him who was wielding a giant hammer, and murderous intent surged in his eyes. Such a powerful opponent must be stronger than him and Dulong.

If you don't want to die, you can only fight with all your might.

"Cover me!" Dulong roared, charging forward with his thick-backed knife in hand. He had to hold on until the captain arrived, otherwise, facing the fanatics, even if there were two of him, he wouldn't be able to defeat them. Even if there was one more Gao Yang, it would only mean one more person would be buried with him.

Boom!
The huge hammer in the fanatic's hand brought unparalleled force and smashed onto the ground, brushing against the tip of Dulong's nose.

A few drops of cold sweat broke out on Dulong's forehead, but in the next moment he swung his knife at the fanatic's exposed neck.

The fanatic didn't dodge at all. The tiny tentacles around his neck seemed to have life and quickly tangled together to form a thick barrier of flesh and blood.

The long sword slashed in, but it only managed to cut off all the tentacles, leaving only a tiny wound on the fanatic's neck, and then it had no strength to cut any further.

"Sang~da~"

The fanatic let out a deafening roar, and the tentacles on his arms instantly pierced into his flesh. The intense pain did not cause any discomfort to the fanatic, but instead made his arms turn red as blood in an instant.

call!
The huge hammer came towards Dulong's head with a shrill scream.

If this hammer hits Dulong's head, it will definitely explode like a watermelon in an instant.

At the critical moment, a broad sword came up from below. Gao Yang gripped the sword tightly and stopped the giant hammer halfway.

clang!
The giant hammer and the big sword separated as soon as they touched each other. The terrifying force was transmitted from the sword to Gao Yang's hands. The violent vibration made Gao Yang almost unable to grasp the hilt of the sword.

Gao Yang held the sword tightly with his hands like pliers to prevent it from slipping out of his hand. As a result, his knuckles cracked directly.

But this sword also forcibly changed the trajectory of the giant hammer. The giant hammer that was supposed to fall on Dulong's head now flew out, brushing against Dulong's scalp.

"Somebody come!"

Dulong escaped death and had no time to feel nervous. He immediately let out a roar of anger.

The fanatic was not someone he and Gao Yang could handle together, especially at this moment, the fanatic had used some unknown method to increase his strength to a new level, and he had already crushed Dulong with his strength.

Following Dulong's angry roar, three burly warriors immediately rushed towards the battlefield where they were.

The addition of these three warriors greatly reduced the pressure on Dulong and Gaoyang.

The four men had been fighting on the battlefield for a long time and were naturally proficient in the art of encirclement and killing. They surrounded the fanatic and continued to inflict wounds on his body.

Gao Yang is on the periphery, and any rash intervention will only have a counterproductive effect, so he can only serve as a support.

Gao Yang knew that he couldn't do much in a battle of this level. Just blocking the blow of the giant hammer caused the knuckles of his hands to break and bleed profusely.

If he was hit by this huge hammer, he might be completely destroyed.

After only one minute of fighting, the nearby ground was stained with blood. The four Dulong men all had some wriggling tentacles on their bodies, and one of them even had his left arm broken, hanging limply to the side.

The fanatic was in an even more miserable state. Half of his neck was cut open, and a long sword was stabbed into his lower back. The tip of the sword emerged from his chest, and bright red blood spilled down the hilt.

"Gao Yang!" Dulong roared, and Gao Yang immediately gripped the hilt of the sword tightly, his muscles ready to go.

This is the combat experience taught to him by Dulong. If they encounter a strong enemy, Dulong will be responsible for restraining the enemy and looking for opportunities, while Gao Yang will be responsible for seizing the opportunity and killing it with one blow.

Following Dulong's roar, the four people who were surrounding him suddenly understood what was going on. In an instant, they all used various methods and tried their best to get closer to the fanatic.

The warrior whose left arm was broken pounced like a tiger, and used his remaining right arm to grab the fanatic's giant hammer, holding it tightly under his armpit, and used the weight of his entire body to suppress the fanatic's right hand.

Dulong rushed forward quickly, and stabbed the fanatic straight in the heart with his sword.

Of the remaining two people, one rushed out and hugged the fanatic's waist from behind, while the other held down his left hand that was clenched into a fist and about to strike.

In just a moment, the fanatic was firmly restrained by Dulong and his four companions.

The moment the fanatic was controlled, Gao Yang stomped his foot heavily on the ground, his heart beating violently, and the solid force penetrated through the earth and into the sword in an instant.

With the full support of 12 points of strength, the thick and sharp blade of the greatsword slashed across the wound that Dulong had cut on the fanatic's neck in an instant.

"You killed the Old God's Cultist fanatic and gained 150 general experience points."

The hot and boiling blood, carrying the ferocious head of the fanatic, shot up into the sky, and in an instant the blood rain covered all five people.

Gao Yang beheaded them with one sword, which made Dulong and the other three breathe a sigh of relief. This was the chance they had worked so hard to create. If Gao Yang failed, they would be the only ones to die.

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