The Knight of Judgment launched his attack without warning. His body pressed forward together with the wind generated by his blade!
Thales instinctively raised his sword to block the attack. Amid the sound of metal clashing, he blocked the enemy's saber.
Clang!
The angle of Zakriel's slash was tricky, and he was extremely experienced. Thales found it extremely strenuous, and he felt his hand slip.
Fortunately, the silver-edged longsword he seized from Ricky played a huge role. Its outstanding feel and balance prevented Thales from losing his grip on the first strike.
But Zakriel did not give the prince a chance to catch his breath. Zakriel immediately let go of his saber and pressed forward.
He used his right palm and fingers to form a blade, and he went straight for Thales' throat!
Thales lifted his leg and retreated, trying to use the tip of his sword to force the other party to retreat.
But he soon realized that he was wrong. The Knight of Judgment's attack was far more than that.
Boom!
Thales, who was retreating, only felt a jolt in his front foot. He was already tripped by his opponent, and the trajectory of his longsword also changed!
Damn it!
Thales, who had lost his balance, exerted all his strength to turn his head in the face of the wind generated by his opponent's palm.
Zakriel's fingernails grazed the prince's neck, causing him to feel a sharp pain.
But it was not over yet.
Swoosh!
The Knight of Judgment caught the saber with his left hand, and with a backhand, he knocked away Thales' crooked sword. Sparks flew as he went straight for the prince's forehead!
Thales, who was falling to the ground, had no time to dodge. He could only watch the blade coming at him!
At the instant the wind created by the saber pierced his bones, the Sin of Hell's River surged up his arm without a care for its own life.
In the next moment, the prince, who was still in midair, gritted his teeth and raised his elbow. He pulled out a strange, non-standard Iron Body Style. His left elbow pushed against the opponent's right arm, and he used the opponent's strength to push himself away!
"Chi!"
The blade whistled through the air and grazed Thales' scalp, taking away a small piece of skin.
Thump!
Thales fell to the ground in pain.
He didn't have time to think. He retracted his arm and leaned to the side, welcoming his opponent's heavy kick on the ground!
Boom!
The experience of being beaten up when he was a child beggar and the Star Killer's use of public office to avenge a personal grudge in Dragon Clouds City saved his life. Thales placed his elbow in front of the vital parts of his chest and abdomen. With a bang, he rolled away.
Until he hit the wall.
The first round of the fight ended just like that.
Zakriel frowned and threw away the saber, which was full of cracks. He then turned around to look for a new weapon.
With the help of the longsword, Thales stood up shakily.
The young man panted heavily, cold sweat dripping from his body, his face pale.
Damn it!
He grimaced in pain. His left arm was in so much pain that it was momentarily numb and trembling incessantly. This was a clear indication of the prince's injury.
Not only that.
Thales touched the bloodstain on his neck and the missing scalp on his forehead. It hurt.
Throat, forehead, abdomen.
Just now, for a total of three times, he almost …
Thales stared at the man and gritted his teeth. He was filled with lingering fear.
In that one second, his opponent had executed a chop, a stab, a trip, a reverse slash, and a kick.
Saber, palm, leg.
Front, back, up, down.
At that moment, Thales even had a feeling that he was attacked by several people.
This was not one of Nicholas's sudden changes, strange attacks, nor was it the Kingdom's Wrath's unstoppable and unstoppable charge, nor was it the Fire Knight's forceful head-on collision, much less Yodel's startling attack amidst the dead silence.
Instead, in a flash, they were launched at the same time. They were murderous, and they surrounded Thales with no blind spots.
Thales sucked in a breath, but he shuddered. He felt pain in his lungs. He did not know whether it was because of the internal injuries he suffered just now, or the aftereffects of mystic energy.
The prince's face contorted as he stared at the Knight of Judgment in disbelief.
Under such attacks, forget using the Twist of Fate to counterattack, he could not even defend against one round of attacks!
If it were not for the fact that he had developed outstanding resistance to pressure from the Star Killer's oppressive attacks over the years …
If it were not for the fact that he had experienced the orcs' unparalleled strength and reckless attacks in the desert …
If it were not for the fact that he had watched countless supreme class battles, where victory was decided in the blink of an eye …
"Northland Military Sword Style, is it?"
Thales was slightly stunned.
Zakriel picked up a battle axe from the ground, turned around, and grinned.
"I remember that there is a set in the royal family's treasury. It is the '73' version passed down from the Empire — seven offensive styles, three defensive styles."
It was not the '91' version inherited from the Temple of Knights in the Tower of Eradication.
Faint nostalgia surged in Zakriel's heart.
"When I was still a penal officer, Tony would occasionally use a few moves from it to temper the restless rookies. It was very effective."
Thales stared at the knight who had turned against him. He anxiously thought of a way to escape and protect himself.
Zakriel observed Thales. He noticed that there was only wariness and graveness in the teenager's eyes, but no fear or cowardice.
His gaze swept past the wounds on Thales' neck and scalp, and there was approval in his eyes.
Even though they had only met face to face once, the Knight of Judgment knew that he had not held back in his attacks.
Four attacks, three killing moves, and all of them were fatal.
'But this child is much weaker than me in terms of size, strength, experience, and skills …'
Zakriel stared at Thales' eyes.
'Even though it was done in a hurry and in a pathetic state …
'But the child still found a way to withstand the attacks and miraculously survived.
'And he stood up again.
'This is not as simple as luck.'
The Knight of Judgment thought as he tested the battle axe in his hand.
'Judging by his movements and reactions, it's like …
'It's like he is used to facing powerful enemies and fighting fiercely when he is at a disadvantage.
'He is used to searching for a chance of survival in a duel where he is bound to lose.
'He is used to fighting with his sword while under great pressure.
'He is used to struggling against the current and fighting desperately to survive.'
On the other side, Thales' hands were stained with blood. He sadly realized that every time he tried to 'lose control' again, it would always be accompanied by a sharp pain in his chest.
'Mystic energy … looks like I can't count on it anymore.
'I have to think of another way,' Thales thought. He stood up laboriously and resumed his stance.
Zakriel raised his eyebrows slightly.
'It's the Northland Military Sword Style again.
'It seems like he doesn't know any other sword styles …
'Wait.'
This reminded Zakriel of something, and he could not help but frown.
He sized up Thales again.
"Your movements …"
Zakriel narrowed his eyes.
Even though he was the Prince of Constellation, he did not have any of Constellation's traditional fighting styles.
On the contrary, the child's movements were simple and crude. His goals were direct and clear. He did not rigidly adhere to meticulous and well-formed moves, nor was he obsessed with fancy and tricky stances. He also did not have the habits and stereotypes of creeds.
Every swing of his sword, every step he took, and every movement he made was more like an accumulation of experience and an instinctive understanding of fighting, or rather, of being beaten up.
And that habit of going against the flow of battle …
When he thought of this, Zakriel suddenly understood.
'I see.'
"Eckstedt," the knight said faintly.
Thales raised his eyebrows.
The Knight of Judgment showed a complicated expression.
"Your fighting style is the style of the Northlanders."
He was a group of boorish and boorish men who believed in actual combat as their creed, looked down on training and moves, and believed that "good warriors are made by beating them up".
'So, the child's outstanding ability to resist pressure and survive in battle originated from this.'
No one knew what Zakriel thought of, but he chuckled.
"No wonder you're so tanky."
Thales' expression darkened.
'Northlander …
'Tanky.'
He thought of the Star Killer.
'That damn, annoying, dead face of his that said, "You owe me a girlfriend".'
'Tanky?'
Thales snorted coldly in his heart when he remembered the endless bullying and abuse the other party carried out in the name of training.
'Forget it.'
On the training field, that dead face would only beat him up again and again. He never corrected him, and rarely explained — if mockery and sarcasm could be counted as explanations — let alone teaching him.
When Thales argued and questioned him, the Star Killer would always look at him with an ugly expression that said, "What do you know, you weakling?"
Then, he would continue to use his position to take revenge.
He would beat him up even harder than the last time.
'What a pity.'
Countless thoughts flashed through his mind in just a few seconds. The Knight of Judgment looked at the teenager and shook his head slightly.
'He's already initiated.
'If he grows up a little more, becomes more skilled, experiences more, and improves further, he would be reborn, and begin to learn how to turn the slim chance of survival between life and death into a chance for victory …'
When he thought of this, a shadow appeared on Zakriel's face.
'What a pity.'
'This is the end of his life.
'I must die here.
'This is the only way.'
In the next moment, the Knight of Judgment raised his weapon again!
"Was it you?" Thales hissed.
"The traitor of the Royal Guards?"
Zakriel's axe froze.
He looked at Thales, and a cold look appeared in his eyes.
Thales gritted his teeth and raised his sword. "So, when you swung your sword at me, you showed no remorse, and you did not hesitate."
Thales gritted his teeth and raised his sword, "Because the oath you swore to Samel was bullsh * t?"
At that moment, Zakriel's body swayed in the air!
Even Thales was taken aback.
The Knight of Judgment took a step back and covered his forehead with his hand. He closed his eyes in pain.
"Shut up!" Zakriel growled with his eyes closed.
At that moment, Thales did not know whether he was talking to himself, or to someone in 'another world'.
Zakriel shuddered.
"Everything will end soon.
It will end …
"There will be no more … nightmares."
He panted in pain.
A few seconds later, Zakriel regained his composure.
He slowly let go of his sword and looked at Thales coldly.
"Please be at ease, Your Highness."
The knight took a step forward again, and it made Thales nervous again.
"After your misfortune, I will take full responsibility for the crime, as a form of apology for the injustice you have suffered here."
His dull voice became sorrowful and angry.
"And your secret will be buried, and it will not damage your reputation."
'A form of apology for the injustice I have suffered?
My reputation? '
"So, it was indeed you, wasn't it?"
When he saw the sorrowful and generous expression on the knight's face, as if it was for his own good, Thales sneered.
"Zakriel, the noble descendant of a famous family of knights from the Age of the Empire?"
But Zakriel did not answer. He took a step forward.
Thales, who had failed to communicate with him, exhaled in frustration and executed the Iron Body Style again.
"Hey, you! Stay away from that boy!"
A sudden shout broke the standoff between the two.
Zakriel and Thales turned their heads.
Tampa, the owner of My Home, stood on the other side of the corridor. He held his arm, which had just been bandaged, and said fiercely, "Didn't you see?
If it weren't for him just now, we would have all died here! "
The three hostages who had been rescued noticed them.
Not far away, Marina retrieved her swords and stared at the two people who were confronting each other suspiciously.
Quick Rope blinked in confusion and pointed at Zakriel. He mouthed and moved his hands to match his mouth movements, asking Thales without a sound. 'I thought … he's on your side?'
Thales smiled laboriously.
'He used to be.
Now, he's probably more willing to kill me. '
Zakriel snorted coldly and turned to the owner of the tavern.
His eyes shone with a cold glare.
'Wait.'
Thales thought of something.
He remembered what the man said just now.
"And your secret will be buried, and your reputation will not be tarnished."
'Buried …
'That means …'
"In the desert, it's best for you to be more respectful to your savior …"
Tampa continued. He gritted his teeth and said to Zakriel, who looked restless.
"So, leave the boy alone —"
But before he could finish speaking, Zakriel's gaze turned fierce, and he swung his axe!
"No!"
Thales subconsciously extended his hand and shouted.
"Be careful —"
At that moment, Tampa only saw the man with the brand on his head spread his arm!
As the wind howled, the battle axe shot out fiercely like a bolt of lightning!
* Whoosh — *
The wind howled fiercely, and it went straight for Tampa!
'No, no, no!'
Thales stared at the axe, and he almost gritted his teeth so hard that he almost crushed them.
The tavern owner was stunned for a moment.
He could not react at all.
Then, the wind from the axe reached his face, and it looked like it was about to split open his skull.
But in the next second …
* Whoosh — *
The sound of the axe reverberated.
But strangely, the battle axe …
It disappeared.
The wind from the axe swept past Tampa's forehead and lifted the hair on his forehead.
The tavern owner shuddered, and he instinctively raised his hand to shield his eyes.
* Bang! *
The sound of the axe crashing into the wall was heard, followed by the sound of countless stone chips falling.
Zakriel frowned fiercely and looked to the other side.
Over there, Thales clutched his chest and panted in pain.
The battle axe was stuck in the wall beside the prince, and the handle was trembling slightly.
"Run …"
Thales glared at the petrified Tampa. After he subconsciously used his mystic energy, he felt a sharp pain in his chest, as if it was about to split open.
He lay on the ground and squeezed out a few words to the hostages in pain.
"Quick, run!
"Split up …
"Run …"
On the other side, Quick Rope stared at the axe, which was still trembling endlessly. He then looked at Zakriel, who was filled with murderous intent. He and Marina looked at each other.
A second later, Tampa snapped out of his daze.
"Lunatic …"
He stared at Zakriel in shock and anger.
Tampa glanced at Thales, then turned around without hesitation and ran into the darkness. "Hold on, Wya … or whatever other name you have … I'll go to the surface and get help!
And you'll die here, lunatic! "
Tampa's curses grew softer and softer.
Zakriel watched Tampa's back disappear into the distance. He paused for a few seconds.
Then, he frowned and asked Thales, "Why?
As long as I kill him here … "
He did not continue.
But Thales knew what he wanted to say.
As long as he killed him here …
'You'll have less trouble.
'If you can escape …'
Thales climbed onto the longsword in a daze. He felt as if someone was cutting his chest open.
'The price of forcefully using mystic energy seems to be …
'Very serious?'
"No reason."
He panted in pain. Every breath he took was like torture.
"I just … from Stake to Ricky, and then to you, I just … I just had enough of you people who kill people at every turn …"
Thales raised his head and said laboriously,
"Scum …"
Zakriel furrowed his eyebrows.
Thales turned his head around and looked at the bloody scene he left behind when he lost control. He remembered the Disaster Swords' enjoyment of killing, and the Shadow Shield's indifference toward killing. He suppressed the discomfort in his heart.
"If you don't agree with me, I'll kill you."
Thales swayed as he stood up. He waved his trembling hand and gestured for Quick Rope to flee.
"If you offend me in the slightest, I'll kill you. If you have a conflict of interest, I'll kill you. If you want to keep secrets, I'll kill you." Thales sneered in a mocking manner.
"Including you, Zakriel. If you want to correct your mistakes, I'll kill you."
The Knight of Judgment's expression became a little ferocious. The brand of sin on his forehead reappeared.
"Kill, kill, kill … It seems like killing is the only way to solve problems."
Thales hissed in pain and rubbed his chest with all his might to relieve the pain.
He felt that he was about to break down under the dual effects of pain and resentment.
"It's as if your entire life is an absurd drama for the vampires to watch. Only by resorting to violence, killing decisively, and showing off your blood can you win applause and cheers. Only then can you prove that you're the damned, handsome, and decisive protagonist. Only then can you win a longer and more popular stage career under the vampires' adoring gazes."
Zakriel did not speak. He only clenched his fists.
Thales tried his best to endure the pain and spoke falteringly through gritted teeth.
He enunciated his words falteringly, "Don't you know that taking away lives and killing your own kind is the last choice you make when you have no other choice?
"Is it the most cowardly, evasive, and irresponsible answer after you completely admit defeat to all the possibilities in this world when you run into an ultimate conundrum that you cannot solve?"
Quick Rope did not leave. He stared at the Prince of Constellation with a profound gaze.
Marina originally wanted to escape, but in the end, she stopped and stared at Thales in a daze.
She suddenly remembered that day.
That day, she hid in the crowd in the distance, trembling as she watched her grandfather, grandmother, father, and mother on the stage …
And her brother stared at the thick rope around his neck in despair …
Until the messenger gave the order …
Marina closed her eyes.
Thales took a deep breath. He felt the pain in his chest lessen a little. He wiped his sweat gently and smiled sadly.
"Even those who live in the desert know that a Bloody Thorn Lizard devouring its own kind is the most terrifying thing in the world …"
At that moment, Zakriel seemed to have remembered something. His face was filled with pain.
Thales sneered.
"Those who choose this path of their own accord and are not ashamed of it are mostly cowards who have failed, unless they were forced to do so by their circumstances.
"Because all of you are already helpless against this society, and are struggling to cope with the relationships between people. Because in the game of chess that is life, all of you have failed to the point where you have no other choice but to overturn the chessboard and be driven into a corner."
Thales took a step forward with difficulty.
"Are you a coward?" He raised his longsword and pointed it at his opponent.
"Zakriel?"
Zakriel took a deep breath. There was a conflicted look on his face.
But a few seconds later, he regained his composure.
This made Thales extremely wary.
"I'm sorry, Your Highness." The Knight of Judgment's voice trembled slightly.
"But you, you must die here."
As soon as he finished speaking.
Boom!
Thales felt a chill in his heart. He saw Zakriel instantly kick up a hand-and-a-half sword, grab it in his hand, and rush towards him at high speed!
The prince roared angrily and forced himself to endure the pain and perform the Iron Body Style.
He was about to engage in close combat with Zakriel again.
If no one intervened.
Clang!
It was the loud sound of steel clashing against each other!
Thales only saw a flash from the corner of his eye. Quick Rope's figure appeared beside him, and he struck the Knight of Judgment with a hammer!
Zakriel only froze for a moment. He quickly flipped his right hand, which was holding the sledgehammer. At the same time, he despised the man in his heart.
His strength was not bad. It seemed like he had been trained.
He stared coldly at Quick Rope, who had a ferocious expression and seemed to be using all his strength to stop him.
It was just too stupid.
He recklessly rushed over from this angle …
He only needed to make a slight adjustment, and he could … 'Huh?'
In the next second, Thales was surprised to see Quick Rope's expression suddenly change, and he raised his left hand.
'He threw a lot of … dust?'
Thales was dumbfounded.
"Aaaahhh!"
The Knight of Judgment's head and face were covered in dust.
He covered his eyes, roared, and retreated. He swung the sword in his right hand back and forth. It was obvious that he was extremely resentful!
But Thales only stared blankly at Quick Rope, who looked as if he had gotten his way, and let him pull him away.
'Scatter … scatter lime?
'Your arm strength is obviously superior, and you're so good at using sledgehammers, but you just have to …
'Are you a prince or not … Aaah … It hurts …'
Thales cut off his train of thought and pressed his hand against his chest.
"Hurry, hurry, hurry … We …" Quick Rope threw the sledgehammer at the Knight of Judgment. He was so nervous that he did not have time to explain.
He supported and pulled Thales away, until Zakriel's sword was once again in front of them.
"Use the dust …"
Zakriel lowered his left hand. Thales was surprised. He saw that his eyes were well protected by his left palm. They were not stained by the dust.
But the Knight of Judgment's previous magnanimity and sorrow had long since disappeared. All that was left was hatred and indignation.
"This is what I played with when I was six years old!"
The Knight of Judgment thrust his sword at Thales. He was filled with anger!
Thales gritted his teeth. He pushed away Quick Rope, who was unarmed because he wanted to support him, and held his longsword.
But at that moment, the sound of wind rose behind Zakriel!
* Clang! *
The Knight of Judgment turned around and slashed away a torch that flew towards him!
Sparks flew everywhere, and he furrowed his eyebrows because of the heat.
When they saw the person who helped them, Thales and Quick Rope were both shocked.
It was Marina.
The swordswoman in red held her twin swords and stared at Zakriel with hostility.
"Listen, Jadestar." She gritted her teeth and said hesitantly and painfully.
"You saved me once."
She picked up something and threw it to Thales.
Thales caught it in a flurry, and only then did he realize that it was his confiscated luggage.
He did not know when Marina had retrieved it from the assassins' corpses.
"But now …"
Marina stared at Zakriel with a solemn expression and launched an attack. "I don't owe you anything anymore!"
Thales did not react. He just stared at the backpack in his arms until Quick Rope gave him a shove.
"Run!"
The swordswoman said her last words. She did not stop moving. She leaned forward, and her twin swords created illusions. She attacked quickly!
She aimed straight at the Knight of Judgment!
* Ding, ding, clang … *
In those two seconds, she forced Zakriel to take a step back.
Thales and Quick Rope, who were prepared to run, felt a lingering fear. 'Is she that powerful?'
But good things did not last. The Knight of Judgment's next attack was like a heavenly steed soaring through the sky. It accurately pierced Marina's left hand amid the illusions of her twin swords!
Marina cried out in pain and let go of the sword in her left hand.
Thales' heart sank.
"After Heart in the Rain passed away, dual swords were no longer popular."
In the next second, Zakriel extended his left hand and grabbed Marina's right hand!
He threw her last sword to the ground.
"I was fortunate enough to meet her once, and I wanted to challenge the legendary Storm Swift Sword, which can break through all defenses."
Marina gritted her teeth and wanted to kick her opponent, but Zakriel did not move or dodge. He acted as if nothing had happened and used his right elbow to block her kick!
Zakriel looked at the twin swords on the ground, clicked his tongue, and shook his head.
"But unfortunately, she was already in pain at that time. She was so weak that she couldn't even lift a cup."
Zakriel seized Marina's neck and lifted the struggling swordswoman into the air!
Thales panicked when he saw that.
"Now!"
While Quick Rope was still in a daze and had not reacted to the situation, the air in this small world seemed to ripple slightly.
In the next moment, a gray sword pierced through the air mercilessly!
* Rip — *
It went straight into Zakriel's back!
"Aaaaah!"
As Zakriel let out a furious roar that shook the heavens and earth, Marina was flung away violently and fell beside Thales.
The Knight of Judgment was like a cheetah that had gone berserk. He quickly turned around and swung his sword!
But all he could do was draw an arc in the air.
The gray sword had already disappeared. Only the bleeding wound on Zakriel's back proved its existence.
Then, another figure appeared in front of the knight. He kicked Zakriel's chest with his right leg!
* Thud! *
The Knight of Judgment cried out in pain and was sent flying backward. He fell on the ground in a disheveled manner.
He fell into a bloody and ruined area, stirring up a lot of dust.
Thales breathed a sigh of relief.
He quickly extended his hand and helped the heavily injured and weary Marina up with Quick Rope. He flashed a smile at the figure who appeared.
"Aaaaah!"
Zakriel groaned softly in the dust. Thales did not know whether he was enduring the pain or because he was angry.
"Ha."
The knight lay on the ground and said in a disheveled manner, "I've aged over the years, and I've regressed …
"Or have you become stronger?"
A hoarse voice came from the other side. It was low and concise.
"Perhaps both."
Zakriel laughed in pain.
"That's why he talks so much when it comes to killing people or not." Zakriel exhaled and felt a little sentimental.
"Just so he could find you a chance?"
"What tacit understanding."
He took two deep breaths. His muscles tensed up, and he slowly sat up.
He stared straight at the masked figure in front of him.
"You shouldn't have come back so early," Zakriel said coldly.
Across from him, Yodel, who had left and returned, shook off the blood on the Supreme Sword and said hoarsely,
He said hoarsely, "I shouldn't have let you out."
The Knight of Judgment and the Masked Protector stared at each other silently for a full three seconds.
Zakriel smiled.
"Why can't you be a little smarter, brat?" The knight sighed and stood up.
"You only left the child's side once …
"You came back after he ended his life in a dignified manner."
The wound on his back was no longer bleeding.
As Zakriel spoke, he looked at Thales, who was not in a good state, and narrowed his eyes.
Thales smiled coldly at him, then nodded at Yodel.
Yodel also cast a glance at the prince in the distance and nodded slightly.
"I left him once."
The Masked Protector averted his gaze. He moved his left leg, held the gray shortsword in a reverse grip, and prepared for battle.
His words were incredibly firm.
"That was the last time."
His figure gradually disappeared. His voice spread out like waves and echoed faintly in the air.
Zakriel watched the dark purple mask disappear into the air. His gaze was gloomy, and no one knew what he was thinking about.
"For the sake of the past, I don't want to hurt you, young Yodel.
Don't force me. "
Yodel's answer, which was short on words, echoed in the air.
"I feel the same."
Zakriel pursed his lips.
Thales watched as Yodel disappeared, and his lips curled into a smile.
Yodel did not leave.
Just like what he said.
He was always there.
Zakriel was silent for a few seconds.
"You didn't ask me why I did it."
Zakriel glanced at Thales, then raised his head to look at his surroundings. His expression was gloomy.
"So, you also know, right?"
"You already knew."
'Already knew.'
There was no answer in the air.
Quick Rope gave Thales a hard look, telling them to hurry up and leave, but Thales only covered his chest and shook his head resolutely.
'No.
'Wait a little longer.
'As long as …
'A little while later.
'But does King Kessel know? "
The Knight of Judgment's voice suddenly rose, and it was filled with a ghastly chill. "Does Lord Hansen know? Does Master Vitano know? Do the six guardian dukes know?
Does Constellation know? "
Yodel still did not speak.
Zakriel picked up an axe and pointed it at Thales angrily.
"Do they know that the evil flower from many years ago has already borne its evil fruit?"
Thales' heart froze!
'Evil flower.
'Evil fruit.'
"What are you waiting for?" Marina pushed Thales' arm away and glared at him fiercely. "Why aren't you leaving? Are you waiting for death?"
Thales still shook his head. His frown deepened, and his hand over his chest tightened.
'Just a little while more …
'That's good!'
"No, sir."
Yodel's hoarse and simple response came from the air.
"The only evil flower and evil fruit here …
"Only you."
In the next moment, Zakriel roared again and charged at Thales!
Quick Rope and Marina were both shocked!
Almost at the same time, Yodel's figure appeared beside him!
"Go!"
This was the Masked Protector's brief hint.
Thales clenched his teeth.
Before his eyes, Zakriel's unstoppable figure was getting closer and closer. Yodel's gray shortsword moved forward at high speed.
He let go of the hand he pressed against his chest to stop the pain.
He knew what to do.
In the next second, Thales raised his arms without warning. Under the latter two's surprised gazes, he went around Quick Rope and Marina's necks and placed them on their shoulders!
He closed his eyes.
'Come on.
Make your choice. '
* Bang! *
Zakriel's axe slammed against the ground!
It even broke a floor tile!
Countless stone chips flew into the air.
Yodel came after him and stabbed his left arm with his sword!
But Zakriel no longer had time to care about the Masked Protector, who was both an old friend and an enemy.
He widened his eyes and clenched his teeth.
He did not know when it started …
Before his eyes.
Thales, Quick Rope, and Marina. The three of them were cornered.
'Already …'
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