Don't move, it's a robbery!

Looking at the light piercing the sky, Yiluo couldn't help but feel a little disdain.

Despite possessing unparalleled power, he insists on risking his life for a group of civilians; the Robin Hood is nothing more than a fool burdened by his reputation. If I were the Robin Hood, I would definitely choose to hide in the shadows until the leader of the opposing group appears before launching an attack.

"Fight on, wear me down. When you're exhausted, I'll deliver the fatal blow."

Ilo withdrew his gaze and then turned to look at the soldier beside him.

"Where are the offerings the broker promised?"

"Sir, everything is ready for you. There are currently more than 300 people in the prison, most of whom are gangsters from the city, and a few are mercenaries and criminals. They are all energetic troublemakers and will certainly be able to meet your requirements."

"Three hundred people? Didn't they say there would be 1000 gladiators?"

"My lord, the matter has been messed up by the chivalrous thief. He has infiltrated more than a dozen nobles among those gladiators. The families of those nobles have already bought all the gladiators. Even if you are the broker, you cannot mobilize them for the time being."

"What about the other prisoners? I heard there was a riot in the city?"

"These people were also released by the Robin Hood."

Ilo's expression was somewhat grim. He knew that relying solely on sand bandits was definitely not enough to conquer Mogoslor, but using a replica of the 'Altar of Pain' to control the desert spirits would require sacrificing the lives of his own people, a price that was far too high.

If Ilo wants to control the Desert Spirit without sacrificing his own people, he must use the true form of the 'Altar of Pain'. To activate it, he must prepare a huge amount of sacrifices. Otherwise, Ilo himself will lose everything and become a sacrifice to the 'Altar of Pain'.

The 'Altar of Pain' requires an enormous number of offerings. Previously, in order to summon the Desert Spirit, Ilo directly sacrificed all the prisoners in the organization.

But once the desert spirits reached the vicinity of Mogoslor, this power was exhausted, and to command them again, another sacrifice was required.

Ilo wasn't worried about this at first, because he had reached an agreement with the "broker" that the "broker" would prepare a thousand slaves for him once he arrived in Mogoslor.

But now, the plan has gone wrong.

Giving up is out of the question. Although 300 people are not enough to satisfy the 'Altar of Pain', they can barely be opened. As long as Ilo can gather the remaining 700 sacrifices before the ritual is completely over, he can still activate the Desert Spirit normally.

As for where to find the remaining offerings, Ilo said that there are plenty of people in Mogoslol.

Of course, if Iro cannot complete the next round of sacrifices before the end of the ritual, then he himself will become a sacrifice.

Ilo frowned slightly, then made up her mind.

To defeat the chivalrous thief and seize the legacy of the hero, this risk is worth taking!

"Go set up the ritual array. By the way, where did that broker go?"

"The broker is at the city lord's mansion. He said he will take control of the upper city from there and await your victory."

"Wait for my victory?"

Ilo frowned and turned to look at the upper city area.

"Is he plotting something this time? Hmph, at a time like this, he's still fantasizing about staying out of it. Oh well, forget about him, let's get started."

"Yes, sir!"

The prison gates opened, and prisoners were dragged out one by one. They looked around in confusion, but soon realized something was wrong and began to struggle. The surrounding soldiers ignored them and silently began to scribble on the ground.

Soon, the open space in front of the prison was filled with prisoners. Everyone was tied together and nervously looked around. Because their mouths were gagged, they couldn't even question or beg for mercy.

Ilo stood calmly before the crowd, his face painted with bloody totems, holding a sharp weapon, and dancing wildly. As he danced, a strong, suffocating stench of blood gradually filled the air.

Slowly, the prisoners began to wail, their expressions contorted in agony, as if they were experiencing some kind of excruciating pain.

Soon, an anomaly occurred. Some people suddenly developed many obsidian-like crystals inside their bodies. These stones rapidly burst through their skin, crushed their bones, and tore through their flesh. Soon, the prisoners stopped breathing.

As the prisoners died one after another, Iro himself could not stop wailing. The black stones that grew from the prisoners' bodies gathered around Iro and gradually coalesced into a giant stone sword.

Without hesitation, Yiluo reached out and grabbed the hilt of the sword. The moment his hand touched it, Yiluo's flesh and bones merged with the stone sword, and countless thoughts filled his mind.

Intense pain swept over Iro's soul, accompanied by boundless power.

At this moment, he controlled all the elemental creatures in the entire desert.

The raging demonic flames shot straight into the sky, their silent roars ravaging the world.

"This is the power of a hero!"

"Desert Spirit! Crush this city!"

The desert spirits, which had been stationary around Mogoslor, received another command, and countless sand dunes rose from the ground, beginning their advance towards the center of the encirclement.

At their speed, they could reach Mogoslol in a few hours at most.

Although the people in Mogoslor did not know what had happened, they all felt a chill, as if they were animals before a natural disaster.

People turned to look at the source of their fear, only to find darkness there.

"Is that the direction of the prison?"

"What's going on? What happened over there? My hair just stood on end."

"Me too, what's wrong? Why do I feel so panicked?"

"I heard that the Desert Gods' descendants attacked the city tonight. Was there some commotion in the West District earlier? Could they be behind it?"

"Could it be that the Desert Gods have already stormed the city? Where's the Robin Hood? Where did he go?"

"There was a burst of light in the East District just now, didn't you guys see it? It must have been the Robin Hoods fighting them!"

"Yeah, the Robin Hood is still here, we'll definitely be fine."

When the topic of the Robin Hood came up, the panicked crowd seemed to find something to rely on, and their anxious hearts found a glimmer of hope.

And I, the one they relied on, am currently running away in terror.

Actually, I wanted to use some cool words, like a strategic shift or something, but the fact is what it is, and it won't change just because I use different adjectives.

There are way too many archers in the Sand Bandits!

Realizing they couldn't catch me, these bastards stopped getting close and pulled out their bows and arrows, aiming at the rooftops. As soon as they saw any movement, they started firing.

Just now, a stray cat was shot into a pincushion by them simply for meowing twice on the roof.

"Kitty!"

Seeing the cat's tragic death filled me with sorrow, as if I were seeing my future self.

Before I got the divine weapon, I was afraid of being attacked by a hail of arrows. After I got the divine weapon, I'm still afraid of being attacked by a hail of arrows. Wasn't it a waste to get the divine weapon?!

No, I have to find a way to stand up!

"Mist Cloak! Full Power!"