Charles gritted his teeth and said almost like a roar: "Whether it's possible or not, do it first and then talk about him..."

Charles was about to charge at his adoptive father, the fallen man, with his sword, but his action stopped midway again.

He looked to his side and shouted: "You can go! Rush over there! Use the Mother Goddess Judgment to clear the way!"

As soon as he finished speaking, a violent explosion sounded on one side in front of him, and on the other side, a warlock was helping them from the outside.

If both sides attack at the same time, the wall can be temporarily broken!

Several rays of holy light lit up.

Addison consumed most of the holy light reserves in his body, and finally penetrated the mechanical wall more than ten meters thick, and a passage appeared in front of them.

On the other side, there is an old man wearing work clothes and an iron-helmeted soldier carrying a man on his back.

The passage is crawling quickly, and those blasphemous machines are restoring the walls, and they are growing very quickly.

Charles shouted: "Go quickly, there is a chance..."

Before he finished speaking, two hands pushed him hard from behind.

The two paladins pushed him out of the wall with one hand. They turned around and held their weapons without saying anything.

Charles realized that they wanted to be queen for him.

His spiritual sense told him to turn around and leave immediately, otherwise he would not be able to escape. Only these Paladins could use their lives to delay time before they could leave.

But Charles held the sword tightly with his fingers, and the paladin's instinct made him want to sacrifice himself and fight to the end with old Addison...

The roar of the fireball spell and the massive outpouring of holy light are very noticeable.

Old Addison looked over, and he stamped his feet violently, kicking up the paladin's body with the big sword at his feet, and then kicked hard on the hilt of the sword with his toes.

The big sword shot out like an arrow from the string.

A paladin held a sword to block the front end of the sword, but the sword in his hand was directly shattered and his body was penetrated.

The big sword grazed Charles's ferocious face and sliced ​​off the right side of his cheek.

"..." Charles had no choice but to turn around and leave quickly and decisively. He completely let go of his rationality and followed the guidance of his spiritual sense, even though it would make him extremely painful, and even though he would blame himself later, the path guided by his spiritual sense was not

Let him escape, but let him bear all this.

Old Addison watched as the hole in the arena was filled again.

He didn't go out.

After all, pleasing that person is not over yet.

Old Addison turned to look at the last few remaining clergymen, with a ferocious smile on his lips.

"He can't run away."

…

The paladin, the old warlock and his grandson, the warrior, were sitting in the ruins of a collapsed house.

They ran through most of the Restoration City.

Charles struggled to stand up. The holy light and physical strength in his body had been almost exhausted, but he still stood up, bent down and thanked:

"Vice President, Mr. Gladiator, thank you very much for your help."

The old warlock shook his head. His physical strength was very poor, and he almost escaped with Charles on his back. He said:

"Mr. Hunter asked us to help you. If you want to thank him, just go and thank him."

Noah sighed inwardly.

That handsome young warlock must be facing the real enemy now.

Noah and Gladiator went to get out of the seal first, but they found that Noah's grandson could not leave the seal, just as Ken said.

So they followed Ken's advice and looked for traces of the temple. It was by chance that they rescued Charles.

Charles's ferocious face showed a thoughtful expression.

Mr. Hunter?

The figure of the man holding the umbrella appeared in Charles' mind, and Charles asked in a deep voice: "Ken Servais?"

There was a hint of surprise in Noah's eyes.

Unexpectedly, Ken was known to the Paladins, so he said:

"That's right...it was him. He was helping us. He told us to find the Paladin, and then he went to the steam station."

'Went to the steam station...'

That's what the warlock should do.

Even though no one from the temple could get there, the warlock had already entered. Inexplicable worry arose in Charles's heart.

After old Addison fell, he understood that the things here were beyond their ability to handle. They had to let Mr. Mansfield and the old drunkard come together to have a chance of winning.

On that high rooftop, at the core, there must be a being more powerful than old Addison!

As for the purpose of the two looking for him, remembering what the warlock had done before, Charles looked at the young man.

He obeyed the warning of his spiritual sense and said: "If you want your grandson to leave... only high-level priests can do it, we need to find Mansfield..."

Before he could finish his words, a violent vibration interrupted Charles's words.

He raised his head and looked at the sky in the distance. At the top of the steam station, there was an explosion. A small dot with an umbrella passed through the air. The ground behind the figure collapsed and shattered, as if it was being crushed by something huge.

Destroy it.

Charles' eyes narrowed and he said, "Warlock?"

The Warlock's figure flashed as if he was hit by something, and he was slammed to the ground.

"It's broken..." Charles raised the sword without thinking, but was held back by the gladiator.

"You are already exhausted." The old warlock patted Charles on the shoulder and told him to relax: "Mr. Hunter... he will definitely be able to get through it."

Being able to get through it...what a ghost, Charles felt an unknown fire ignite, but he finally sat down and stuck the big sword on the ground.

He can't do anything.

The physique of a warlock...

It's impossible to survive a fall from such a high altitude, let alone being hit hard by something unknown.

"I will erect a monument to avenge you." Charles said solemnly.

He once investigated the warlock's information. Even if the warlock died, not many people would remember him.

But he will remember him as he remembered his other brothers who fell in battle...

…

Ken's body was slammed into the ground from mid-air. When it hit the ground, it was already shattered, and the pieces of his body quickly reorganized into their original form.

Priest Knox caught up.

Ken had realized what was going on with Julia.

He picked up the broken umbrella, and another seal lit up from his body.

Relying on the repulsion force to forcefully repel oneself and launch oneself like a cannonball, it only hurts when it lands, but other than that it's fine.

The clothes on his body were basically in tatters, and only Noah's robe was still intact.

The terrifying gaze was still fixed on Ken, and Priest Knox still looked at him.

She knew he was still alive and she had to kill him.

How can I let such a being care about me?

"Hey, little handsome guy, you are so embarrassed."

A frivolous voice sounded from beside Ken. Ken raised his head and saw a purple figure.

Knox wears purple divine robes, has long black hair, and wears thick black-rimmed glasses.

There are a few cracks on the black-rimmed glasses. I wonder if they were broken after a fierce battle.

It's Ruixi.

When did she arrive...did she see herself...

"I'm here to help you delay my old friend. After all, if you die, my best friend Kailin will be angry."

Ruixi said lightly: "I can only delay it until you leave this world. After all, I don't have the ability to travel through the world."

Ken nodded and said, "Thank you." Then he turned and left.

Although Ruixi gave him a shady impression, he somehow felt very reliable.

Turning his head to watch the figure getting further and further away, Ruixi smiled at the huge body and said friendly hello: "Ah, we haven't seen you in such a short time, why are you so anxious to see me? I remember you like

She's a man, not my best friend."

Priest Knox stopped and looked solemnly at the petite figure in front of him.
To be continued...