Thales did not like dawn.
The last dawn that left a deep impression on him was six years ago in Dragon Clouds City. It was the moment the calamities disappeared and the Great Dragon soared into the sky.
But when the night was about to end and the dawn came from the east, what he saw was not hope, but an abyss.
At that time, he was just like he was now, experiencing disasters that ordinary people couldn't imagine. He forced himself to hold on with minimal supplies and rest, and faced almost unsolvable problems.
In the tense atmosphere, Thales clenched his fists in the face of dozens of mercenaries who were glaring at him with hostility.
Barney Junior, who could only use one arm, wrapped the chain tightly around his left shoulder. He leaned forward and tried his best to bind Ricky.
"A brilliant … counterattack … so … now … what … do … we … do …"
Barney practically squeezed these words out between his teeth, which showed that he was in a difficult situation.
The other three who were controlling Ricky weren't any better. They were prisoners who had just been released from prison, and after a series of battles, their supplies were far from being able to keep up with their consumption. All of them were panting and grimacing in pain.
What to do?
Thales took a deep breath and tried hard to get rid of the dizziness that seemed to be surging into his brain again.
When they were captured by the Disaster Swords, Yodel, who was lurking in the dark, could only hastily inform Thales of his rescue plan. Ricky kept an especially tight watch on Thales.
And that was the end of that hasty plan.
But what happened next …
Thales stared at Blade Fangs Camp in the distance and tried his best to think of a way out.
Zakriel still held his sword with one arm. He stood in front of the mercenaries who surrounded him in a semicircle. He faced his enemies' furious gazes and gritted teeth.
His expression was calm and composed.
"This is very unwise, Your Highness. Zakriel, you must know that we bear no ill will." Samel, who stood at the forefront of the mercenaries, tried his best to control the Disaster Swords so that they would not lose control while he tried to convince Thales.
"You better listen to him." This was Ricky, who was tightly bound by chains. His face was covered in sand and dust as he gritted his teeth and closed his eyes tightly.
What to do …
Thales shut his eyes.
Camp, prison, Disaster Swords, Shadow Shield …
Let me think. Let me think.
Quickly think of a way!
However, at this moment, Quick Rope, who was standing beside him, screamed without warning.
"Holy shit!"
Thales opened his eyes and turned his head, just like all the other impatient people. They wanted to see what kind of trouble he was up to.
Unexpectedly, Quick Rope did not seem to be the one who caused the trouble this time.
Quick Rope stared at his empty hands in shock. He raised his head and lowered his head repeatedly.
"This place is haunted …"
But before he could finish, another figure appeared in the ink-colored ripples, holding the black Crossbow of Time in his hand.
It was Yodel.
For some unknown reason, the moment Thales saw him, he felt a sense of security from the bottom of his heart.
Just like many years ago.
Quick Rope's mouth formed the shape of an 'O', and it did not return to normal even after a long time had passed.
Before everyone's eyes, Yodel bent over in a practiced manner, stepped on the pedal, and strung the bowstring in a few seconds.
He took out a small arrow with a special design from behind his waist and put it on the crossbow.
"F * ck! What the f * ck do you want to do — "Josh, who was among the mercenaries, cursed and then fell into deep thought.
Quick Rope came to a realization. He stretched out his hand and shouted anxiously,
"Wait, there's something wrong with this thing's crosshair —"
But Yodel did not have any intention of paying attention to them.
The Masked Protector raised the black crossbow, faced the camp, and pulled the trigger at the sky.
* Whoosh! *
There was a rapid and piercing sound!
Be it the mercenaries or the Royal Guards, everyone was stunned for a moment.
* Whoosh! *
The sound of the crossbow was sharp and resounding, and those who heard it were moved.
It spread from the sky and did not fade away. It spread through the wilderness, and it could be heard clearly within a radius of several miles.
Of course, that included Blade Fangs Camp.
Yodel tossed the crossbow back to Quick Rope. He ignored the latter's mutterings of "why can't I", who was greatly shocked.
* Whoosh! *
The sound of the crossbow began to weaken, but Thales' ears twitched!
He had heard this sound before.
'This is …'
"This is the signal arrow of the White Blade Guards of Dragon Clouds City?" Under the surprised gazes of the prisoners, the prince looked at Yodel in surprise and delight.
The Masked Protector nodded silently.
Thales widened his eyes.
"But how did you —"
Yodel bowed and nodded. His figure began to blur again.
"The Star Killer.
You didn't finish rummaging through his luggage. "
The Masked Protector's figure completely disappeared from everyone's sight. Only one sentence was left in the air.
"So … I didn't waste it."
'Didn't waste it?'
Thales raised his eyebrows.
He imagined the miserable scene of Nicholas the Star Killer waking up and realizing that he was lying naked on the wasteland. Everything from his horse to his luggage had been plundered, and he had no money at all.
Thales put away his boring thoughts, and his mood lightened.
'Very good. What we need to do now is to stall for time and wait for reinforcements …'
"Oh, no, I recognize you." Tardin, who was tugging at the chains with all his might, widened his eyes. He stared at the spot where the masked figure disappeared and hissed.
"You're that little —" "You're that little girl from Renaissance Palace.
But Zakriel, who had been paying attention to the enemy, suddenly spoke and interrupted him.
"Tardin! Focus!
We don't have time to talk about this! "
The Knight of Judgment's stern rebuke drew everyone's attention back to the enemy.
"I've had enough, and you reminded me of it." Josef, who was at the forefront of the mercenaries, strode past Samel and stared at the Knight of Judgment, who was like a natural moat.
"Since we're outside …
"Switch to crossbows!"
The dozen or so mercenaries at the back did not hesitate. Filled with anger, they immediately put away their melee weapons and pulled out crossbows or shortbows from their backs or waists.
'What?'
Thales' expression froze.
Zakriel frowned slightly.
'Crossbows.
'Great. Another thing I hate so much.'
"Fire as many as you can! Load them up!"
Josef's expression was ferocious. He pointed his longsword at Zakriel, who was frowning as well.
"Cover fire! I don't believe that I can't kill this son of a b * tch branded warrior! "
Thales watched with an unpleasant expression as the mercenaries brought out more than a dozen crossbows of different sizes and a few ferocious bows. The crossbowmen stepped on the pedal, bent down, and used a drawbar or a hook to load the bow. The archers quickly drew their arrows, nocked them, and loaded them on the bowstrings.
The scene of countless crossbow arrows flying at him and Little Rascal during the night of Dragon's Blood appeared before his eyes.
"No!"
However, beside Josef, Samel angrily pressed down on a bow that was nocked with an arrow.
"Ricky wants them alive!
Especially that prince! "
The mercenaries froze for a moment. They hesitated while the two leaders disagreed with each other.
But before they could react, Josef turned his head around and grabbed Samel's collar.
He said angrily, "It's' you 'who wants them alive!
Because you can't forget that damn brotherhood! You Royal Guard!
And I don't care about that. I care more about ourselves! "
Samel seemed to be shocked by Josef's sudden outburst. He was stunned for a moment. He looked at his former comrades, who were struggling at death's door, and then at the angry mercenaries.
"Continue to load the bow!"
Josef pushed Samel away and ordered through gritted teeth. He turned around and said to Zakriel, "Listen up, branded warrior.
"Listen up, Branded Warrior. If you want to become a target, then continue to resist!"
"Ricky won't die anyway."
The mercenaries' actions caused the guards' expressions to change at the same time!
Canon subconsciously moved Thales behind him to protect him. Quick Rope looked around like a frightened bird, then hid behind Thales without anyone teaching him how to do so.
The atmosphere became more tense.
"Oh no, we can't wait for reinforcements …"
When he saw that the situation was not right, Barney Junior gritted his teeth and made up his mind.
He said to the others, "Bruley, later, you and Beldin let go and cover Zakriel. Take down the leader at all costs —"
However …
"No."
The sudden interruption made Barney Junior, who was formulating a plan, choke on his words.
"What?" The vanguard turned to the person who interrupted him with a displeased expression.
The Knight of Judgment stood in front of the group and shook his head as he faced the countless crossbows that were about to be fully loaded.
"We will retreat to the dungeon and seek cover."
Zakriel's expression was calm. He gestured with his chin at Ricky, who had his eyes closed.
"But before that, we will first chop off this monster's head. Kick it as far as you can.
Wait for me to count. Three — "
'But …'
"Hey!"
Barney Junior, who had been restraining Ricky strenuously, was already irritated. When he was interrupted, his expression changed several times.
He said angrily, "I am the chief vanguard!"
Thales, who had been feeling anxious, raised his eyebrows.
"But … he is the watchman." On the other side, Tardin tried his best to pull on the iron chain. He shook his head in agony.
"In the chain of command … he has to be a little … higher?"
When he said this, everyone fell silent.
Barney's expression froze a little.
"No."
Zakriel turned his head around slowly. He was incredibly calm, as if he did not care.
"The legacy watchman is second only to the guard captain, and has the same rank as the vice-captain when we are not at war.
"Higher … by a lot."
'High.
A lot. '
Barney sucked in a deep breath.
As if he was constipated, he turned his head back to its original position in pain. He bared his teeth and mouthed a rude word.
He looked regretful, as if he was thinking, 'Why didn't I kill this bastard with my sword just now?'
The guards turned their heads away, trying their best not to look at the vanguard's expression.
But at that moment …
"Urk, everyone?"
Beldin, who had been silent all this while, suddenly spoke. He stared at Ricky, who was trapped in the middle of the chain. There was fear in his voice that he could not hide.
"This man's strength …"
Everyone was shocked. They turned their heads.
"… There's a problem!"
Right after he finished speaking, the chain in Beldin's hands trembled.
As if he could not control himself, he slid a few inches closer to Ricky on the sand!
Beldin was not the only one. Barney Junior, Bruley, and Tardin, the three people who controlled the chain, also began to slide at the same time!
Thales glared at the chained Ricky.
At some point of time, he had already freed his left and right hands from the chain. He held the barbed chain in a reverse grip and slowly pulled it back.
'What?'
The chain began to tremble violently.
"No, no, no." Barney Junior stared in disbelief at the trail he left behind on the sand.
"There are four of us. What is going on?"
At that moment, a voice that caused fear to rise seemed to have appeared out of nowhere. It lingered in everyone's ears.
"You think you've trapped me."
Rough.
Sharp.
Hoarse.
It sounded like the roughest scraping sound in their hearts.
It was sometimes strong, sometimes weak, sometimes high, and sometimes low.
Everyone in the area, be it the Royal Guards or the Disaster Swords, shuddered!
But the terrifying voice that seemed to have risen from the bottom of their hearts and surrounded them endlessly did not let them go.
"But you didn't …"
The faces of the four people who held the chain twitched. Their breathing became disorderly, and they were dragged even further.
Many of the mercenaries dropped their arrows or loosened the strings of their crossbows that were already half-drawn.
Some of them even covered their heads in pain.
Zakriel shut his eyes and knelt on one knee. He panted heavily and relied on Everlasting Truth to support his body.
"You didn't …"
The voice went on and on.
Thales could not help but shudder. He instinctively turned around and grabbed Canon, who was swaying!
Quick Rope was in an even worse state. He even screamed in pain and knelt on the ground while covering his ears.
"You didn't …"
Thales tried his best to stabilize his body, which felt as if he was about to lose his balance. He stared at Ricky in horror.
'What … is this?'
The moment he heard the voice, his heart raced, and his blood surged.
He felt a cold wind blow around him, and goosebumps rose all over his body.
It was as if someone had brought out an endless nightmare.
In the next second, Ricky, who was in the middle of the chain, shook his arms. The guards on both sides could no longer bear it, and the chains fell from their hands!
* Bang! *
An ear-piercing explosion rang out!
While many people closed their eyes in pain, Thales, who tried his best to open his eyes, was shocked to see …
The chain shattered inch by inch and fell to the ground at Ricky's feet.
It revealed the bloodstains on his body caused by the barbs.
'No.
'No!'
But this was not the most terrifying thing.
Ricky gently wiped the sand off his face and gave Thales a disturbing smile.
Thales tensed up. He felt as if there was some kind of power in that stare under the yellow light.
After he was freed, the man seemed to be a little … different?
'Imposing manner?
Posture?
Or …
Something else? '
"I told you before, don't think that you are smarter than demons, and don't think that you are stronger than demons."
Ricky's voice was still terrifying. Under the faint light of dawn, his pupils shone with a rare and ominous yellow light. He stared straight at Thales.
Thales was shocked and came to a realization.
'Sh * t.
My first target after I'm freed is … '
In the next second, Ricky moved and rushed towards Thales!
The sudden change only lasted for two to three seconds. Zakriel reacted the fastest. He roared, got up from the sand, and rushed towards Ricky.
"Stop him!"
The four Royal Guards who had their chains freed were second only to Zakriel. One after another, they gritted their teeth and got up to block Ricky's charge.
On the other side, Klein, who had just recovered from his dizziness, pushed aside the crowd that was swaying left and right. He pushed aside Josef and Samel, who were at the front row and covering their ears in pain.
He shouted in exasperation, "Attack!"
The mercenaries roared in response. With the help of their Powers of Eradication, they stood up, drew their swords, and attacked!
The once balanced situation became chaotic once again!
The moment Ricky moved, Thales could not care about anything else. He instinctively turned around and ran towards the exit of the underground prison!
But he had overestimated his own body.
He had just eaten and rested, so he could still walk slowly. But now, the more he ran, the weaker his legs became, and the darker his vision became.
At the center of the chaos, Ricky stopped, turned around, and swung his arm at Beldin, who was trying to intercept him from the side!
* Thud! *
The Penal Officer, who only had time to protect his head and face, grunted. He was thrown backwards by the terrifying force and fell into the soft sand.
In just a moment, Barney Junior, Tardin, and Bruley, who were the closest to him, had already caught up to Ricky!
Bruley roared and raised his arms to meet the attack head-on. Barney Junior's left elbow struck Ricky's waist, and Tardin kicked Ricky's knee. The three of them were prepared to suppress their enemy in unison.
But at that moment, endless Power of Eradication surged from Ricky's body. It was like an endless abyss, allowing him to turn around calmly and face the three men.
The three men who crashed into their enemy instantly felt the power of their attacks disappear without a trace. It was as if they had touched a ball of cotton that had no end, or … a boundless abyss.
Ricky only trembled slightly.
"Did you think that I was just a target that wouldn't die?"
The terrifying voice traveled into their ears again, causing the three men who held Ricky back to tremble at the same time!
"Oh no —"
Barney Junior only managed to spit out half a word.
In the next moment, Barney Junior, Tardin, and Bruley were either sent tumbling or flying in a straight line, like kites with their strings cut. They stirred up a cloud of dust on the sand, like splashing waves.
At that moment, Ricky seemed to have become a different person.
His gaze became more ruthless and fierce, and his movements became fiercer and faster.
He became … even crazier.
Ricky snorted softly. He turned around and took a step forward, but Zakriel's sword had already closed in on him like a shadow!
Ricky wanted to dodge, but he frowned when he realized that Zakriel seemed to be at the most perfect angle. He could not dodge at all.
So, he smiled faintly.
* Rip! *
Steel broke bone. *
But Zakriel was stunned.
His sword cut into Ricky's cheek from the side. It even cut open half of Ricky's lips, but it stopped in his mouth.
"Did you say … that you want to cut off my head?"
Ricky, who had half of his cheek cut open and was bleeding non-stop, bit the sword in his mouth — literally, in his mouth — and revealed a strange smile.
"Beautiful skills …"
His teeth and lips did not move, but that terrifying voice rose out of nowhere in an incredibly bizarre manner. It made Zakriel's body tense up, and he shuddered.
"Stupid … idea."
Ricky grabbed the sword by the side of his face, pulled it out, and pulled it back!
Zakriel immediately let go of the sword hilt, and only then did he avoid being pulled back by Ricky's great strength.
In just a short while, the sounds of battle rose all around them!
The mercenaries surrounded them. Barney Junior and the others, who struggled to get up, had no choice but to fight against the enemies.
"Give up, before more casualties occur!" Samel went up to Barney Junior and advised him through gritted teeth.
"F * ck you!" Barney Junior cursed and flung a chain he had grabbed from the ground.
Thales, who had finally reached the exit of the dungeon, felt his legs go limp. He needed Quick Rope's support to stabilize himself.
"Go and help them." Thales tested the lifeless Sin of Hell's River and the mystic energy, which was almost taboo, while he said firmly to the hesitant Canon,
"Stall for time.
Go! "
Canon's hesitation only lasted for a moment before he shook his head firmly.
"No!
You're more important! "
Thales was so angry that he could only clench his teeth and gasp for breath.
On the other side, Ricky retrieved his silver longsword. Without waiting for his half-cut face to recover, he charged at the unarmed Zakriel!
Zakriel dodged the sword and frowned.
To his dismay, he realized that Ricky's strength seemed to be endless. His movements were fast and coherent, and there was no hesitation.
But his moves were ruthless, his momentum was astonishing, and he was very oppressive.
The Knight of Judgment, who had lost the initiative and was in a terrible state, was in a difficult situation. He was in danger a few times, but he could always avoid danger at the most critical moment.
After he forced Zakriel to roll away in a pathetic manner, Ricky suddenly stopped moving, turned around, and swung his sword!
* Clang! *
He left a trail of sparks in the air.
As the metal clashed, Ricky extended his right arm and stabbed a figure in the ripples in the air!
Thales was shocked!
"You forgot something, Mask."
Ricky turned his head to look at Yodel, who was gradually becoming visible. His terrifying voice rose again.
"The night is over, and dawn has arrived in the desert.
And when you attack, I can see your footprints. "
The Masked Protector trembled. He grabbed the sword stuck in his left shoulder and tried to stop Everlasting Truth from advancing any further.
In the next second, Yodel seemed to have given up on struggling. Instead, he raised his head, shook his right hand, and the gray shortsword shot out like lightning!
Ricky only tilted his head slightly and dodged the attack.
"You missed."
Ricky sneered and looked at the Masked Assassin, who was trembling and kneeling on the ground because of his terrifying Power of Eradication.
But the one who answered him was not Yodel.
Instead, it was a gray shortsword that pierced through the back of his neck and came out of his mouth!
"He did not miss."
Zakriel, who had appeared behind Ricky at some point of time, said coldly.
Ricky trembled. He felt his cervical vertebrae being severed, and he could no longer feel anything below his neck.
He could not help but let go of the longsword.
"No …"
Ricky widened his eyes in disbelief. His oral cavity was clearly destroyed, but his terrifying voice still rose out of nowhere, causing Zakriel to shudder involuntarily.
"How did you —"
Zakriel tightened his grip and stopped Ricky from continuing.
"Do you know what abilities this legendary anti-mystic equipment has?"
The Knight of Judgment shook his head in disgust and pushed Ricky's body away.
'As expected … legendary anti-mystic equipment?'
Ricky fell down powerlessly.
He watched helplessly as Zakriel pulled Yodel up, patted the latter's shoulder, picked up Everlasting Truth, and turned to him again.
Zakriel raised his longsword coldly.
"I'm not telling you."
However, in the next moment, Ricky howled on the ground!
His howl was shrill!
It shook people's hearts!
All the people who were fighting in the field shuddered. They could not control themselves and instinctively knelt down!
Thales used all his strength to hold onto the metal plate at the exit of the dungeon. Beside him, Canon and Quick Rope had already knelt down. They were in great pain.
'What in the world is this?'
On the other side, Ricky struggled to get up at an even faster speed than before. He used his arms to block Zakriel's trembling longsword!
It was as if he no longer needed time to regenerate and recover.
Zakriel and Yodel looked at each other, then at Ricky in shock. The yellow light in Ricky's pupils became more obvious, and strange, charred muscles could be seen faintly from the wounds all over his body.
"Then don't ever speak of it again."
Ricky stared at Zakriel and Yodel in front of him. For the first time, a resolute killing intent appeared in his eyes.
At that moment, Zakriel instinctively trembled in the face of danger from his skin to his blood!
In the distance, Thales saw with his eyes wide open.
Ricky shook his arms, and Zakriel and Yodel were sent flying!
Zakriel fell to the ground and coughed up blood in pain.
Covered in blood, the horrifying Ricky walked towards Yodel.
"You're great, Mask. The last person who killed me twice without me being able to fight back …
"My name is Jasmine Loraine."
Ricky lifted the Masked Protector from the ground and covered his right hand with the dark purple mask!
"Then, let us see what's under your mask …"
"No, no!"
Zakriel, who fell to the side, extended his hand in pain and fear.
"That mask … You can't!"
Ricky laughed savagely. He grabbed the edge of the dark purple mask, and infinite strength surged from his palm.
For more than ten years, Thales had never heard Yodel cry out in pain or in pain.
The Masked Protector was a man of few words. Even when he was injured in battle, he would only let out a grunt.
Until this moment.
"Aaaahhhhh!"
Yodel roared in pain and anguish!
Under Ricky's incredibly delighted, savage laugh and endless strength, Yodel struggled even more!
His limbs trembled uncontrollably, and the extent of his movements was so great that it was as if he was enduring the most terrifying torture.
"No!"
When Thales saw this, he gritted his teeth so hard that they almost shattered!
He instinctively snatched the Crossbow of Time from Quick Rope's hand.
"Give me the crossbow!"
Quick Rope was shocked.
"But it, that crosshair …"
At that moment …
* Whoosh! *
A shrill, sharp sound rang.
It was as if the morning light had broken through the darkness.
What followed was an even more piercing explosion.
* Crack! *
The mercenaries, the Royal Guards, and everyone else froze and raised their heads.
Under the faintly glowing sky, a dazzling spark flickered in the air.
It flashed so much that the figures on the chaotic sand swayed wildly.
The spark was not the only thing that broke the chaos.
* Wooo … *
A melodious horn call came from afar.
Clear.
Loud.
Penetrating the hearts of people. 8)
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