Chapter 279

Dafeng's Night Squad

279 Xu Qi ‘an is sacrificed (3 in 1) 1

The sounds of battle immediately rang out as the Tiger guards outside began to fight with the traitors of the military department of the five cities. The sound of bowstrings being pulled, the sound of flintlocks being fired, and the sound of weapons colliding …

It was clearly transmitted into everyone’s ears.

With the rebel army in the distance and the dream sorcerer in the vicinity, the group of night watchmen’s faces turned ugly and their hearts sank to the bottom.

Fortunately, they were all experienced night watchmen who were used to blood and killing, so they were determined.

“Protect Jiang Jinluo and the governor from entering the inner hall.” Silver Gong, surnamed Zhao, shouted as he drew his saber.

Jiang Luzhong grabbed the other’s sleeve and wanted to say something, but Yin Gong spoke before he could, ”

boss, I understand. A dream wizard is not good at close combat. As long as we are careful not to let him get his hair or flesh, he will not be able to cast the Killing Curse.

“Yeah, boss,” Tang yinluo grinned. We might not be able to defeat a rank 4 martial artist, but can’t we defeat a rank 4 dream wizard? That would be too embarrassing.”

The brass gongs saw that their boss was so confident and couldn’t help but feel relieved.

Dream Wizards had strange techniques and were not good at fighting head-on. As Gong Gong, he only knew a little about this.

To the surprise of the gongs, Jiang Luzhong didn’t let go. This golden gong, who was usually like a god, couldn’t even stand firmly, but he still held on to the silver Gong’s sleeve.

“Let’s go!” Jiang Lu Zhong said.

Zhao yinluo turned around and grinned.”Boss, we can’t let you ask us to bring the governor away.”

No. Jiang Luzhong shook his head. you won’t be able to leave with the Imperial inspector. I’m asking you to leave.

“Jiang Jinluo, how do you know you’ll lose if you don’t fight?” A copper Gong said. He seemed to be encouraging himself and spoke very loudly.

Zhao yinluo pulled back his sleeve, causing Jiang Luzhong to stagger.

Tang yinluo supported him and sighed.”…… When we return to the capital, boss, you can treat us to a drink.”

In the end, the silver Gong didn’t say anything. He cupped his fists at Jiang Luzhong.

Zhao yinluo raised her blade with one hand and took the military crossbow from her waist with the other. She pulled the trigger and the bowstring made a ” bang ” sound as the sharp arrow shot out.

Boom, boom, boom …

The rest of the Watchmen tacitly raised their crossbows and fired.

The puppet coroner growled and stood in front of the magistrate, allowing the arrows to pierce through his body, the tips of the arrows sticking out from his back.

“Die!”

Zhao yinluo jumped high into the air and flew more than a hundred feet away with the sound of cracking bricks. The standard long saber in her hand burst with Qi that distorted the air.

Pfff.

Yi’s puppet was cut in half on the spot, and blood lines danced wildly. He tried hard to piece him back together, but he did not succeed.

The dream shaman prefect nimbly dodged the blade light. The sharp blade Qi tore the ground apart and spread to the steps at the entrance of the main hall, making a loud ‘bang’.

The other two silver gongs ‘attacks followed closely behind. They bent over and ran wildly, leaving behind afterimages as they worked together to kill the dream sorcerer.

While they were attacking, the information about the Wizard system appeared in their minds.

Da Feng and the witchcraft cult had occasional conflicts. The Yamen had very detailed information on those below the fourth rank, including fourth-rank Wizards.

A rank-nine wizard could turn a living person into a puppet and use a secret technique to stimulate their potential. By burning their blood essence, an ordinary person would instantly have extremely strong combat power. The more they improved, the faster their blood essence would burn until they ran out of energy.

At the same time, a rank-nine wizard could also stimulate the potential of their companions at the cost of burning their blood essence, so they were called ” blood spirits.

The ability of a rank eight wizard was curses. They could kill their target by using their birth characters, personal belongings, and blood as a medium. Therefore, Wizards of the eighth stage were called ” Magi.

Its advantage was that it was strange and unpredictable, and it was hard to guard against.

Its weakness was that it could only curse targets that were of a lower level than itself.

Seventh stage Wizards had the title of “spirit medium,” and they could control corpses and ghosts. Both the great Feng and the Goblin race in the North had suffered a lot from the spirit medium’s power on the battlefield.

Sixth stage Wizards were called ‘fortune-tellers’. They were skilled in divination and sought good fortune and avoided bad luck. A wizard at this level could be described in two words:Steady!

To describe it in one sentence, he was as steady as an old dog.

He didn’t need to look at the yellow calendar when he went out. He only needed to do a divination to know today’s good or bad luck.

Rank five Wizards were called ” congratulatory “. They could summon their ancestor’s soul through a ritual and possess it. If the summoned soul was a warrior, then the congratulatory wizard would be a warrior. If he was a Daoist, then the offering ceremony would be a Daoist, and so on.

The restriction was that he could only summon fighting souls of the same level.

A fourth-grade wizard was the realm of the prefect in front of him, a ‘dream wizard’. He walked in dreams and killed people without them noticing. The most effective way to deal with a dream witch was to not sleep.

if we don’t give him the chance to set up a ceremony or get possessed by the war spirit, we can win! Zhao yinluo encouraged herself in her heart.

At this time, he heard a murmuring voice and turned his head to look. It was a neglected official. He had cut his wrist and used his blood to draw a strange and complicated array pattern on the ground.

He mumbled profound syllables.

Zhao yinluo’s heart sank.

The next moment, a strong Qi was born from the magistrate’s body, and a black smoke emerged from the top of his head, which was a vague figure.

At the same time, the blades of the two silver gongs slashed toward him.

The long blade cut through the magistrate’s clothes and landed on his body, producing an ear-piercing sound of metal colliding. The black smoke above his head wavered.

Copper skin and iron bones.

“Who told you that the ritual can only be arranged by the Magus himself? Actually, a puppet is fine too.”