In order to prevent Sauta from counterattacking, everyone stepped forward carefully, and no one dared to act rashly to alarm the snake.

...

After the Dragon Slaying Sword with independent consciousness hit Sauta's shoulder, it was not pulled out immediately. The pair of longans on its sword hilt lit up again, releasing a racial skill towards Sauta: Dragon Power.

Satawu suddenly felt the huge oppression from the Dragon Slaying Sword, which almost knelt down on the spot. It was a natural difference between blood and races, and it could not resist.

When everyone pushed apart the grass, they saw Sauta who was struggling to support him. The portrait was slightly stunned and quickly reacted. He held two swords in his hand and slashed towards the other person's head.

Sauta's pupils continued to dilate. Under the pressure of life and death, its body was passively opened, and a blood armor appeared on its strong and powerful muscles, which looked like the portrait skill "Blood Surrounding".

"Bang"

When the portrait hit the opponent's head, Sauta did not die as he imagined, but instead heard the sound of sparks like steel.

"What a high defense!"

The portrait's eyes narrowed, which was a bit tricky.

Xue Yang, who was standing aside, pushed his glasses and suggested: "Everyone attacks together, I don't believe it can hold on forever."

Ji Lan, Ye Yong and Hemu looked at each other and nodded in agreement.

In this way, attacks with different attributes hit Sauta, and slowly the blood armor began to thin, and red blood gradually appeared on its wounds, becoming weaker and weaker.

Everyone was looking for different places to attack, and the scarred Sauta kept wailing because it could only hold on with the existence of the Dragon Slaying Sword above his head.

As for pulling out the Dragon Slaying Sword, it has tried it long ago. Whenever it keeps trying hard, it will penetrate deeper. What makes it scared is that the other party is constantly absorbing its own blood and extracting vitality.

As one goes up and down, Sauta was beaten to death by everyone. The portrait looked at Sauta who was leaning towards the ground, raised his sword and pointed it at its head and stabbed it.

"Puchi"

Sautta widened his eyes, his eyes began to dim, and his breath gradually became weak and inaudible.

When Sauta died, the prompt sound of the Lord God came from the portrait's mind.

"You have completed the side mission explained by g.s.d - Kill Sauta, and the mission rewards will receive 2,000 reward points, and a B-level plot badge."

After Sauta died, everyone gained more or less reward points and dropped equipment.

After the portrait and his group found a place to rest for a while, everyone began to allocate equipment reasonably because they knew that the North American team was coming soon and now they had to unite with each other.

What makes the portrait regret is that this time I did not meet the earthen jar merchant, otherwise I could buy black earthen jars and other items from it.

"Everyone should pay attention when they go back, and try to act like a local NPC in their clothes, behavior and speech."

Xue Yang was still very calm. He glanced at everyone who was happy about getting new equipment and warned.

I hope this can last longer, Xue Yang thought to himself.

From the arrangement of the main god, he already understood that there was a big gap between the two teams, and the main god should have invested the relatively narrow Zhongzhou team into this world in order to master the balance.

The purpose is self-evident, which is to hope that the weak team will get along well with the local NPC and master the "momentum" to make up for the shortcomings of "power".

After everyone assigned the equipment, they began to look for the teleportation array everywhere. Not long after, the portrait took everyone to the oval light ball. After touching it, it emitted a white light to wrap everyone around, and everyone returned to the city gate again.

As they kept approaching, the two soldiers guarding at the city gate couldn't help but look up at them. Although they were a little surprised that they could come back intact, the expression on their faces was still cold.

After everyone identified the two people according to the rules, the soldiers guarding the city put down their spears and let them pass.

After entering the city gate, they did not return to the inn to rest immediately, and went to search for Cialia through official channels.

After almost the twists and turns, everyone learned where Cialia was. When they arrived, they found Cialia was having afternoon tea with her father in front of the table and chairs.

Celia's father was gorgeous and had a thick black beard on the corners of his mouth. His eyes were drooping and calm. Just looking at his appearance, the other party was a serious and wise middle-aged man.

Before the portrait and others rushed here, he had a huge network of relationships and knew about this. He looked at everyone and asked, "Do you have something to do?"

"I……"

"Portrait? Why are you here in my house?"

Just as the portrait was about to tell the reason, Selia, who was sitting on a chair drinking afternoon tea, stood up with a look of excitement and surprise in her eyes.

"Uh, hello, Celia is very happy to see you."

The portrait was slightly stunned, turned to look at Selia and smiled.

After saying hello to her, he continued to tell her father what happened just now.

"A group of terrorists pretending to be strange and powerful, with weapons and technologies that are different from this world will soon arrive here."

The portrait pretended to be urgent, with an anxious look on her face.

"Terrorist? What is that?" He was slightly stunned, muttering this new term.

"Well, it's just a group of people who come to do destruction. They will kill people for no reason, loot and trafficker, and do everything they want."

The portrait smears the North American team to the greatest extent, describing them as the spokespersons of the demons.

"Well, portrait, don't worry, I will supervise it. I will contact you immediately when there is news about this group of people."

The middle-aged man frowned and felt a little restless after realizing the seriousness of the situation. He immediately stood up and assured the portrait.

After he learned the specific information from the portrait, he hurriedly walked out, as if he was about to deploy in advance.

"Sorry, Selia, I still have something to do."

The portrait looked at her with enthusiasm, lowered her head and said a gentleman's greeting, and turned around and left.

"Gugugugu"

The portrait clearly felt the constant protests coming from his stomach, which made him unable to help but look at the direction of the inn, and finally shook his head and turned to the blacksmith shop.

"Dongdongdongdongdongdong"

When he knocked on the door, he found that the person who opened the door was a middle-aged man with a strange face.

"Hello, guest, do you need a blacksmith?"

"So where is the blonde man here?"

The portrait was slightly stunned, swallowed the words in her stomach, and asked.

"Oh, you said Codolph? He is the forging master of the Central City. Because I was feeling uncomfortable a few days ago, he happened to want to go back to his hometown to check out. The headquarters approved his application, and now his term has come."

When the middle-aged strong man saw the young man standing in front of him, he patiently explained.

"When did he leave?" The portrait suddenly asked after being silent for a while.

"Just three hours ago." The middle-aged strong man recalled and calculated the time with his fingers.

"This old guy..." Zixiang smiled angrily, and it turned out that he had just left the other person and left.

"Oh, forget it, I can't rely on him all the time."

The portrait soon became clear, but the middle-aged strong man looked at the portrait's departure back and always felt that the other person was a little lonely and silent.

After leaving the blacksmith shop, he walked along the street. Before he knew it, the portrait came to the Moonlight Tavern. He suddenly remembered the agreement with g.s.d.

"Dongdongdongdongdongdong"

He walked forward and raised his hand and slapped it on the wooden door.

"Who?"
Chapter completed!