Simpson waved his hand and said to his mercenaries: "Tie her! Be careful not to let her wound worsen!"

“Woo…”

No one spoke, but the light hunting dog on the side seemed to have encountered a natural enemy, roared in a low voice, and his front paws were even more restlessly digging the ground.

Seeing that his subordinates were not moving, Simpson felt impatient and urged:

"What are you doing in a stand-in! Work quickly, we have to go to Black Agate City!"

"Aowu..."

The light hunting dog whimpered, struggled hard, pulled the rope tied to it out of the mercenary's hand, and then rushed into the bushes with its tail clamped.

At this time, Simpson felt something was wrong. He pulled out his long knife and looked around, looking for the source of anxiety.

Henry quietly rubbed under a big tree, swallowed, carefully stretched out a trembling finger, and pointed upwards tremblingly.

"The boss... on... above..."

above?

Simpson turned around and looked into the sky.

The Holy Light is above!

What did he see!

A huge shadow completely obscures the moonlight!

Scarlet eyes, goat-like long horns, huge bat wings, and that long demonic tail!

Looking at the black figure hovering quietly in the air and exuding his own pressure, Simpson's mind was blank. He swallowed a mouthful of saliva with difficulty, and there was a hint of tremolo involuntarily in his words.

"Damn it! Why are there gargoyles here!"

How could there be gargoyles here!

This is a problem that Simpson can't figure it out even if he breaks his head.

Gargoyles are loyal servants of the mages and often exist as guardians of the mage tower. But the question is, which legendary mage is unable to think about it and build their mage tower on the dividing line between the griffin empire and the orc federation of the Makad Mountains!

Shouldn’t those mage men with noses on their eyes stay in the mage towers of the White Tower Council?

When Simpson saw the red and white magic patterns on Qifeng's body through the starlight, it seemed like a flash of inspiration. He finally remembered that the tm in front of him was not a gargoyle at all, he was...

The bitterness in Simpson's eyes turned into despair, just like Dalia and Philenee before.

Blood-patterned gargoyle!

Fortunately, Simpson read books, recognized words, and heard pastors in the church depicting this horror creature that has become a legend. But now, Simpson only hopes that he will be dazzled and admit his mistake...

The Blood-Scribble Gargoyle, the unique creation of the Lord of Scarlet and Nightmare, is also the most loyal guard of the crown, known as the Shield of the Sky.

One dares to hunt griffin, five dares to kill angels, and ten dares to fight giant dragons.

The catastrophe of the Saint that broke out a thousand years ago, the blood-patterned gargoyle legion that covered the sky and the sun was the most prominent symbol of the crown prince, and it was also the most troublesome existence of the gods of order!

Even the weakest blood-patterned gargoyle has extraordinary strength from the moment it is created!

Didn’t this thing be swept into the garbage dump of history by the gods with the fall of that crown? How could it be?

Feeling the intimidating pressure from above the sky, Simpson suddenly realized something, what does the appearance of a blood-patterned gargoyle mean?

Could it be that the crown prince already...

The fatal sense of crisis crazily stimulated Simpson's cerebral cortex, constantly warning him to escape, run away!

Not daring to think about it carefully, Simpson roared: "Escape!"

After saying that, he turned around and used his strength to run wildly towards the forest!

Escape, take advantage of the blood-patterned gargoyle killing others, maybe I have escaped a safe enough distance!

I don't need to escape the fastest, I just need to be a little faster than the person I was killed!

Hearing Simpson's "Escape", his mercenaries woke up as if they were dreaming, and fled around like money falling from trees.

Even the commander Simpson who had a strong step into extraordinary strength turned around and ran away without hesitation. What are the pawns who are less than half of the commander here? Are you waiting for the gargoyle to invite you to a boxed lunch?

"escape?"

The breeze hanging in the air looked at the mercenaries scattered and showed a humanized sarcasm on his face.

Can you escape?

It is the stupidest mistake in the world to expose your back to an extraordinary and superior wind-chaser!

At this time, Li Cha, who saw the scene just now through Qifeng's eyes, was already out of anger.

What are these damn mercenaries doing?

They are not surrounding their believers, they are cutting off their roots!

"Breath of wind, crush this bunch of scum!"

In my mind, the voice of the Father God was heard!

“Praise God the Father, as you wish!”

The blood-patterned gargoyle is not only the sky shield in the hands of God the Father, but also the blood-colored spear in his hand!

The wings of the wind gathered together, carrying strong wind pressure, like a black lightning bolt rushed down!

With a dive, the strong claws of the wind had already grabbed a mercenary. The demon flapped his wings and led him to nearly a hundred meters of sky in the blink of an eye.

Seeing the scenes around him falling, the mercenary was so scared that he was scattered.

"Ah...help...help!!!"

The wind showed a cruel smile, and his claws exerted force!

Tear!

The bloody rain suddenly poured down!

The fleeing mercenaries stopped and looked at the broken limbs and broken arms that fell from the sky.

This bloody rain scene made them shudder and all at once increased their escape speed.

Listening to the screams in the forest behind him, Simpson ignored him and ran wildly.

escape!

Escape back to Scana!

As long as you tell the news of the resurrection of this crown prince, it doesn’t matter if your mercenary group dies so that only you are left!

The church will compensate itself for its own aristocratic dream...there is still a chance!

"boom!"

The black figure falling from the sky shattered his dream.

"This...so fast!?"

Simpson couldn't help but his scalp was numb when he looked at the gargoyle in front of him.

In less than half a minute, the remaining thirty-seven people, plus a light hunting dog, were wiped out!

If you don’t kill this monster, you will die!

"ah!"

The strong desire to survive crazily stimulated Simpson. He roared wildly, and the long knife in his hand drew a white horse and slashed towards the wind.

This is the peak sword he cut from his potential for exploitation. He even has confidence that even a griffin stands in front of him, this sword can cut it in half!

The wind did not move, and the knife was allowed to slash his chest, and sparks flew everywhere.

"The courage is commendable, a pity..."

Looking at the unscathed blood-patterned gargoyle, Simpson was stunned and murmured:

"How...how is it possible..."

"Don't use the eyes of professionals to estimate the power of extraordinary people!"

The wind pointed like a knife, and in the blink of an eye pierced Simpson's chest.

Feeling that his vitality is constantly losing, and his blood is being pulled away by the other party continuously. Simpson's face becomes paler and his consciousness gradually becomes blurred...

"I...Lisa..."

At the end of his life, Simpson seemed to see a woman with a bun in her hair, waiting for him at the city gate...

With Simpson's death, all the mercenaries who surrounded Dalia and Feirenie were destroyed.

It took less than a minute.

"This is?"

Looking at the square box rolling down from Simpson to the ground, Jifeng tilted his head and picked it up curiously. He felt the rich magic from the box.

Perhaps the great God of Father knows what this is.
To be continued...