Chapter 163 Foreshadowing

Ivy's defense was the best among all the others. With a tower shield and full body armor, she was almost a mobile fortress in front of these puppets whose strongest weapons were only rapiers and crossbows.

Even she was injured, let alone the others. The situation at this moment has indeed deteriorated to a very dangerous point.

"Since you have recognized me as your master, don't think about escaping in the face of battle!" Sylvia pulled the Nighthounds back from the etheric plane for the nth time. Even if these poor creatures are immune to the damage of ordinary weapons, Saran himself hiding in the puppet tide is enough to kill them.

However, now they are surrounded by a large number of puppets, and they have no choice but to hold as many puppets as possible for Sera.

"Do you really think you can break the Soul Furnace with that sword?" Saran's "guys" laughed mockingly, and at the same time intensified the siege on Devin Booker even more frantically, "You can't do anything!"

"I am the previous owner of the Amethyst Slab! That sword is just a traitor's weapon and a symbol of shame! Even if it comes from the same northern orc tribe as the Soul Furnace, it is impossible-"

Saran's voice stopped abruptly, and many of his puppets died on the spot because of this momentary loss of consciousness, but this still couldn't stop his shock.

The Soul Furnace is a legendary item he got in the Delusion Land, and it is connected with his mind. However, when this barbarian he looked down on raised the Canglan Grip high and chopped it down suddenly, the sharp explosion of the furnace sounded in his soul!

"She can... hurt you? This is impossible! This is absolutely impossible!"

"Facts speak louder than words!" A crazy voice sounded from the side of the Soul Furnace. He was a madman, shirtless and covered with scars.

"You thought the great prophet was a defective product! But he was awakened and transcended the mundane world!" The madman climbed up slowly with his hands on the furnace. One of his legs was cut off, and the wound was festering and maggots were growing. It was hard to tell how he survived until now.

If Sera still remembered him, she would recognize that he was the robber she had spared outside the Carolina Trading Post.

For some reason, he appeared here, disabled, crazy, and even claimed to be a prophet.

What's more, he also spread a message through Spike's mouth, bringing Sera and her Blue Grip of Rusek Bloodscream here!

At this time, at this moment, and here, destroy this soul furnace!

"Stop her!" Saran Ryan tried to split up his forces, but was shocked to find that almost all of his core puppet army had been used to encircle Devin Booker, but now the situation has suddenly reversed!

"It's not you who entangled me, but me, who entangled you!" Blood continued to ooze out of the fishman's mouth and gills. He was now almost relying on the breath in his chest to forcibly support himself. However, it was such a fishman who made the more than ten puppets around him unable to move at all!

Seeing that the baron could not help himself, the six elven skulls on the furnace made sharp cries at the same time, and a large amount of strange smoke came out of their mouths out of thin air, covering Sera. However, this smoke that was supposed to confuse the mind could not stop the actions of the frenzied barbarian at all. With her roar, the furnace that was still running was split into two halves and countless fragmented small pieces by a sword!

"No——" A heart-wrenching cry that was completely different from the voices of the "Mindatis" just now sounded from the puppet. A black shadow rushed out like a whirlwind, trying to piece together the flying fragments again. It seemed that this treasure had unparalleled magic, and it could be restored to its original state even if it was shattered!

And those puppets seemed to be infected by its mind. They became like zombies and had no rules. Their eyes were red and they vowed to tear everyone here into pieces!

The paladin who had no power to fight back and the crazy robber and prophet could not avoid it. If Wilson and others were not still hanging, they would have suffered the same fate.

"Well done!" This was Devin Booker's last words. Even at the last moment of his life, the triton fishman, whose head was torn off by the puppets, threw his weapon with all his strength and nailed a puppet to the ground.

But now, without the strongest backup, Ron and the others are completely at the end of their rope.

"Damn it, cast a spell quickly!" Sylvia smashed the cane on the ground like crazy, but could not get any response. Although those night hounds would not be exhausted, they were not tireless constructs. Under the attack of numerous crazy puppets, even they were gradually submerged in the tide.

"Bang--" Ivy staggered, and her hands finally couldn't hold the heavy tower shield anymore. She was too tired. Such a high-intensity battle had completely broken through her physiological limit.

The other few people were in a worse state than Ivy.

"Good, good, good!" Saran Ryan pulled out his curved blade with a ferocious face, dropped it on the ground, and slowly walked towards the crowd.

The furnace fragments completely lost their luster and were thrown on the ground by him, just like those puppets.

"First, those deep-sea crusaders, and then you! Lowly races are always so inexhaustible and inexhaustible!" The Green Swamp Baron wielded his curved blade and knocked down the rushing Driver in two moves, then kicked Victoria over with one foot and walked straight towards Ron.

"You ignorant insects, do you know how many years I have been preparing?! One century, two centuries! And you actually overthrew everything in less than an hour!"

"But fortunately! Today I can at least kill you first and then hurry up! Your heads will be placed on my new furnace and wail forever! Offer the sweetest ballads for my grand cause!"

"My puppets, follow me to kill them!"

Those puppets with scarlet eyes swarmed in, but among these "Mindatis", Ron found a very unusual figure.

He was also Mindatis, also holding a rapier, and making meaningless howls from time to time, but...but!

This so-called "Mindatis" had a sword-holding posture that was significantly different from the others - he didn't know how to use a rapier at all!

"Salan Ryan!" Ron took out the last bottle of flaming jelly from his alchemy backpack, and rushed towards Baron Green Swamp with the flaming jelly in his hand, ready to die together. With his own weight and speed, he pushed him back several steps -