Chapter 115: Meeting the Challenge

As long as the opponent is not a demon, the Domination Crown naturally has no reason to control him, but Noshier has always planned for the worst outcome, so even if things really turn out like that, Noshier is still certain to deal with him.

"Don't worry, I guess Tavis Craig should have acquired part of the devil's essence and become a sorcerer. The sorcerer is a spellcasting profession with certain melee capabilities, but it mainly focuses on casting spells. In the narrow terrain of the dungeon, a spellcaster is ambushed and besieged by two melee professionals, which is a huge disadvantage for him."

"What's more, there is this helmet. The control spell attached to this helmet is very powerful, and it can even be said to be a killer. If he really becomes a demon, it will be the best result for us."

Noshier raised his hand and pointed at Qi Silin. The poor demon was like a puppet, staring blankly at the tunnel. He spared no effort to obey Noshier's orders.

"Tavius ​​will be controlled by me the moment he encounters you, just like the one standing next to him."

"But if I guess wrong, and Tavis doesn't turn into a devil, then we'll use Plan B."

"Plan B is that if my control spell fails, you can teleport behind him with the Phantom Step, and then hit his head with the hammer with all your strength, so that you can take him down directly."

During the time in the hotel before, Noshir and Scar had informed each other of the spells they had mastered, so that they could cooperate with each other in the subsequent adventures.

"In order to ensure the success rate, I'll lend you this activation rope temporarily. You only need to give the order the moment you teleport over, and then you don't need to worry about it. It will automatically help you tie up the enemy, making your attack easier to hit."

Noshir first took out the activation rope hanging around his waist and told him how to use it. Scar didn't wonder where this strange thing came from, and directly reached out to take it, and then said to Noshir.

"It sounds safe, but my full-strength attack is not something that ordinary people can withstand, not to mention that the attack is on the head. What if he dies? Although I personally prefer this outcome, if he really dies, who should we ask for information from?"

"If he really dies, it can only be considered that he is unlucky, Scar, the only thing you have to remember is that in this operation, our safety is above all else."

"Think about the situation we are facing. In the enemy's base camp, facing a possible high-level spellcaster, if we can't make a quick decision, even if it's just a delay, we will fall into extreme passivity. At that time, what we need to consider is no longer the problem of intelligence, but life and death. But what's the point if we die here?"

"Nothing will change. The intelligence cannot be transmitted, and the world is still kept in the dark, while Tavis can continue to plan his conspiracy here, planning to drag Baldur's Gate into hell, while Eltoril cannot be saved."

Noshir's straightforward and cruel words made Scar calm down completely. His previous combat experience made him instantly understand the situation he was facing now.

"...I understand. If things really develop to that point, I will smash his head with joy."

Noshier said no more when he saw this. He knew that a powerful paladin like Scar who had experienced many battles did not need too many reminders. His experience would tell him what to do and when.

Although the best case scenario was that Tavis was alive, he could control him and squeeze out all the conspiracies and tricks he had used before, but Noshier would not throw their lives behind for this possibility, so even if Tavis really died, it would be fine. After all, the Hell Secret Box contained everything about him.

Noshier quickly found the hidden mechanism based on Qi Silin's information. He opened the large mural and found the stone brick behind the mural that was different from the other bricks.

Noshier looked at Scar at this time, and after confirming that both parties were ready, he pressed it lightly. With the sound of the mechanism sliding, the hidden secret temple finally slowly unfolded in front of him.

Noshier walked in first. He was still wearing the standard black robe and devil mask, but unlike the previous disguise as a human, he deliberately propped up his wings behind his back.

This outfit immediately made people who saw him wonder if there was really a devil's face behind the golden devil mask? Scar followed closely behind him. He covered his weapons and ropes with a black robe, lowered his head, and minimized his presence.

Noshier approached the secret hidden temple. The temple was very empty and not small in size, but there was no one there. There was a steel door on each side of the temple. The door on the left was obviously several times thicker than the one on the right. Behind that door was undoubtedly the treasure house of the Vansample family, and on the right was Tavis Craig.

It seemed that he didn't hear any movement. The room was very quiet. This was good news. Maybe he could catch him off guard in a while.

In addition to these discoveries, Noshier began to look at the overall layout of the hidden temple. He found that the layout of this room was somewhat similar to the ritual room behind him, but the difference was that this room did not have so many fancy runes carved in the Purgatory language. The most eye-catching building in the room was the taller altar in the center.

There was also a cushion in front of the altar for people to kneel down. There were two bright candlesticks on both sides of the altar, each with nine candles. The altar itself was exactly the same as the large altar in the ritual room, but it was much smaller.

But the difference was that the nine-pointed star on the altar was always emitting a blood-red light, and there was also a hazy figure composed entirely of flames above the altar.

Noshier recognized who the hazy figure composed of flames was at a glance, Zariel! The afterimage of the angel form composed of flames was undoubtedly Zariel!

His figure was very blurry, without showing a physical body, which meant that the altar had not yet been fully activated, but this did not hinder its actual function, because Noshier saw that its function might be to communicate directly with Zariel!

"Do you want to destroy this altar?"

Noshier had this thought the moment he saw this altar. Even the altar outside that could directly summon the devil from hell did not even think of destroying it, because that would expose his existence, but this...

"No, the target is in the room on the right. The sound of destroying this altar here will definitely alarm him. By then, even my disguise will hardly dispel his vigilance."

Yes, this is an important reason, but the more important reason is that Noshier's dangerous intuition honed in the wilderness is frantically warning him not to touch the altar!

"Damn it, my blood comes from Him. If I touch the altar, Zariel will probably find me directly, even if he attacks the altar. It's best not to even get close!"

Noshier subconsciously took a step back. The memory of escaping on the day when Eltoril fell once again flooded into his mind. The vague figure left him with a huge psychological shadow, and now this shadow has found him again.

But he was not scared by a mere phantom. The embarrassing escape that day was a humiliating experience, but he had already decided from that day that he would always walk on the road of adventure in this life, not for anything else, just to become stronger.

Noshir knew that as long as he kept walking on this path, he would become stronger and stronger. One day, he would be strong enough to challenge Zariel, and then...

"One day, I will have the strength to challenge you, and by then, I hope you are also ready to meet the challenge."

Noshir looked at the shadow deeply and said no more. He turned to the right. Whether he could challenge Zariel in the future, he had to deal with the challenge in front of him.

If he couldn't even beat his lackeys, then all his ambitions would be empty talk.

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