Chapter 3881: The teleportation array (1)
Chapter 3881: The teleportation array (1)
The small monk’s actions were clearly against the rules.
Between the mission and friendship, the small monk made a choice. He didn’t want to go against his heart.
In the small monk’s eyes, the cultivation of severing one’s emotions and cutting off one’s nature was the devil path, and it was definitely not the result of his pursuit.
The little monk had left the temple because he had a dream in his heart, so he left without hesitation.
When he heard the news from the trial city, he rushed over without any fear of danger.
This little monk was indeed extraordinary to be able to see through one’s true nature in any environment.
Some of the more knowledgeable people in the audience had already confirmed this point, and they were secretly in admiration.
If this kid didn’t die, he would definitely have great achievements in the future.
Just as everyone had expected, the little monk’s next performance was indeed stunning.
He had an outstanding talent for cultivation and was specially trained by the sect. Coupled with his top-grade equipment, the little monk had a strong combat power.
He killed his way into the enemy’s camp as if no one was there.
In a short time, the brother and sister were rescued and immediately returned to the team.
Everyone had different expressions when they saw this scene, but they did not stop the three from returning.
At the same time, he sighed in his heart. This pair of siblings were lucky enough to have a Messenger who risked his life to save them.
However, the Messenger’s actions had clearly violated the rules.
He looked at the small monk again and saw that he didn’t seem to care at all. He didn’t take this matter to heart.
When the other messengers saw this, they retracted their gazes one after another, but they were secretly pondering in their hearts.
If he were to fight the little monk, what were his chances of winning?
Even before the last moment, the messengers were already on guard against each other, afraid that others would snatch their benefits.
Not only did they have to deal with monsters, but they also had to be wary of competition from their peers, which increased the difficulty of the quest.
After the brother and sister were saved, they nodded to the small monk and thanked him.
"You’re welcome,"
The small monk waved his hand and returned to the back of the line.
The guards of the Vajra Zen temple were speechless at the little monk’s performance. If something happened to this Messenger, all their previous efforts would have been in vain.
The only reason they were fighting so desperately was to ensure the little monk’s safety, but the one being protected didn’t realize this.
The little monk didn’t care about his own safety and wasted his combat strength to save people. In their eyes, it was an irresponsible behavior.
Unfortunately, they had no right to criticize him at this time, so they could only suppress their anger in their hearts.
The small monk was the core, and they were only supporting him. This was something that was destined from the beginning.
While he was feeling depressed, he could only lock onto those monsters and fight with all his might.
Because of the expansion of the team, their combat effectiveness was multiplied, and the cultivators had more time to rest and recuperate.
Following the pointer, the team continued to move forward. Along the way, there were guardians that were sacrificed, and the number of monsters killed was obviously more.
The problem was that the monsters were endless, and more would come after they were killed.
However, the protectors could not do that. One death meant one less. As time passed, the size of the camp kept shrinking.
The siblings, who had just escaped from danger, joined the battle again after treating their wounds.
They did not have the right to enjoy the protection of others. As long as they could stand up, the battle must continue.
As the Guardian’s level increased, the monster also became more powerful.
Due to the constant reduction of members, the team’s outer defense became increasingly thin.
The messengers who had been protected all this time clenched their weapons tightly, waiting for the last moment to come.
The small monk was also fighting to help his Guardian.
"Let’s go, charge, don’t worry about me!"
A Guardian shouted loudly. Just like before, he was surrounded by monsters.
His team actually only had one teammate left, and the rest had already died halfway.
However, in the blink of an eye, this teammate was also surrounded by monsters and had no hope of escaping.
The Guardian smiled miserably and turned to the messenger not far away, making a gesture of farewell.
"Take care!"
He turned around to face the enemy, but in just three to five rounds, he was devoured by the fierce enemy.
The teams nearby immediately moved closer and blocked the gap. They turned to look at the messenger who had destroyed the team.
"It’s your turn!"
The Guardians had been completely annihilated, and it was time for the messenger to appear.
As party members, they had their own targets to protect. They had no obligation to protect the messengers of others.
The messenger was hesitant. He wanted to wait a little longer and strive for the final victory.
It was just that such an idea was obviously impossible to achieve.
Not only did the other guardians disagree, but the messengers also did the same, looking over with threatening eyes.
If the other party took advantage of them, they would definitely attack.
"Hehe, don’t worry, it will be your turn soon."
The messenger sneered, but he turned around and rushed to the front of the team, ready to sprint to the end.
To him, fighting like a Guardian was meaningless. It was like a mound washed away by a flood, and it would be swallowed up sooner or later.
He might as well take a gamble. He might be able to create a miracle.
The surrounding messengers saw this and immediately guessed the other party’s thoughts. Some of them were deep in thought, while others sneered.
However, none of the messengers were optimistic about the other party’s choice and were certain that he would lose in the end.
Just as everyone had expected, the messenger, who had chosen to fight, was eventually swallowed by the monster.
At the last moment, he raised his head and laughed wildly. His voice was filled with deep unwillingness.
It was clear that having determination and courage did not mean that they would be able to obtain the final victory.
The group of messengers were silent. What the other party had encountered might also foretell their end.
In the end, they would also be devoured by the monsters and buried in this spectacular yet extremely dangerous world.
Just as they were feeling lost and terrified, a building slowly appeared in the direction they were heading.
Everyone’s eyes were attracted by the building, and their faces were full of shock.
One by one, the rune pillars released a divine light, forming a rune light screen.
In the center of the building, there was an extremely exquisite ball, formed by countless runic rings, which was spinning rapidly.
It was unknown what item was inside, but it had a strange light that was constantly being released as the runic ring revolved.
The ring of runes spun rapidly, and every time it was pieced together, it seemed to represent the truth of heaven and earth.
They had never seen such a spectacle before.
"My God, What is this?"
The spectators had the same thought.
This kind of building structure that they had never seen before gave them a huge shock, and many cultivators fell into a daze.
Before this, they didn’t know what the difference between the high and low levels was, but after seeing the buildings in front of them, they immediately had a clear comparison.
Heaven and earth, Dragon and insect, they were separated by an unknown number of levels.
At this moment, a trace of enlightenment gushed into his mind.
Everyone knew that this magnificent and magical building was the end of the mission.
As long as they could enter, the task of delivering the letter would be considered complete.
Seeing that they were not too far away, the group of cultivators who were initially lost and in despair suddenly had a glimmer of hope in their eyes.
"Charge!"
Whether it was The Guardian, the messenger that was being protected, or the audience outside the arena, all of them let out a common roar.
Do your best to rush into the building and complete the task of delivering the letter!
No matter if it was the protector or the messenger, no matter what state they were in, they all clenched their weapons and charged without hesitation.