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Chapter 529

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The boss still had less than half of its HP left. If Althea, the main helper, died, then Lu Li's quest would basically be hopeless.

Solo the boss?

That was something that could only happen in a specific environment and against a specific boss.

Even if he was a game developer or the illegitimate son of a game company's CEO, he would not be able to do it. If the boss was defeated by you, then what was the point of the other players? If the players stopped playing, then what was the point of the game company?

You were allowed to be one level higher than others, but only one level. Going too far was as bad as not going far enough.

If Althea died, Moradim would be able to kill Lu Li in a matter of minutes.

The battle was intense. When Mor 'Ladim's HP dropped to one-third, Althea's HP was low. No matter how hard Lu Li tried, no matter how hard the Night Watchmen tried, they could not stop the battle from falling into the abyss of despair.

The difference in strength was too big.

Sarah Ladimore, who Lu Li had high hopes for but then ignored, finally moved. She took a step forward and muttered. A holy light rose and enveloped Althea's body.

Althea's HP recovered at a speed visible to the naked eye.

She was an NPC healer!

No wonder she dared to be so arrogant. She had a healer behind her.

However, there had to be a price. Mor 'Ladim's attention was instantly attracted by Sarah Ladimore. In game terms, the healer had gone OT.

The game was a player's world. They enjoyed all kinds of benefits, such as a specific aggro system. Most of the time, healers were in a state of being ignored by the boss. Intelligence was never reflected in this aspect. Otherwise, the game would not be playable.

However, NPCs were not in this category. Mor 'Ladim judged Sarah Ladimore's healing to be the most fatal threat.

This was probably the reason why Sarah Ladimore did not heal from the start. The crisis was so unstoppable. If she did not stand up, the Night Watchmen would be removed from the continent.

Despite Althea's desperate attempts to stop him, Mor 'Ladim still approached Sarah Ladimore.

"Sarah, run." Run! "Althea was so anxious that her eyes were red. Sarah Ladimore seemed to be very important to her. In order to block a strong enemy, he didn't even try to dodge the sword that was aimed at his chest.

Sarah Ladimore shook her head and said in a sobbing voice, "If this is fate, then let me be buried with those innocent souls."

Althea was sent flying, and Mor 'Ladim rushed to his daughter. He raised the blood-dripping sword in his hand.

Sarah Ladimore looked up at her unfamiliar father and cried out, "Dad, is it you? Is it really you?"

The blade stopped above Mor 'Ladim's head. There were whirlpools spinning in the hollow eyes of Mor' Ladim, flickering. It was said that this was the reaction of the undead when their emotions were particularly unstable. The former Holy Knight, husband, and father seemed to have heard the call from far away.

When he left home that year, his youngest daughter was just learning how to walk. His little mouth was babbling, calling for his father not to go. His tender cries echoed in every cold night.

The image of his wife and children had been carved into his bones. Even death could not erase it.

"For you, I will come back." Every time he was on the verge of death, it was this thought that supported him. Mor 'Ladim, no, it was Morgan Ladimore. He always believed that even if he died, he would walk to the door with this thought and see his wife and children for the last time.

Men are strong because they protect!

So. When he saw those tombstones, he completely collapsed.

"Dad, is it you? Is it really you?" Sarah Ladimore didn't know what to say. Many years had passed, and the long-awaited father had become a demon. She believed in light, but her heart was infiltrated by darkness.

Althea got up from the ground. She didn't dare to rush forward and could only be cautious.

Lu Li watched Mor 'Ladim's HP recover quickly. He didn't dare to act rashly. In fact, he couldn't bear it. At this time, Mor' Ladim seemed to have become a father.

"Sa … Sarah, my … good …" Morgan Ladimore tried very hard to say something, but it had been too long since he made such a soft voice.

"Dad!" Under Althea's horrified gaze, Sarah Ladimore rushed to her father and hugged the decaying corpse.

Would a boss have intelligence?

Lu Li didn't know. He didn't know what would happen next. He just stood there and watched the scene.

War was the cause of everything. Perhaps everyone had their own difficulties. Redemption was the cheapest charity, and sympathy was the privilege of the strong. At this moment, his mood was inevitably affected by the plot.

With a clap, the long sword fell on the grass.

Mor 'Ladim squatted down and carefully hugged his daughter.

The Twilight Forest hadn't seen sunlight for a long time. The usual equipment of the Night Watchmen was usually a long sword in one hand and a lantern in the other. Night was the unchanging rendering of this map.

At this moment, Lu Li saw light.

Light emitted from Mor 'Ladim's body. It was gentle and dazzling, slowly but resolutely rising.

"Liz, my love … Did you know that our daughter is still alive? My soul can finally rest in peace. Please accept my humble blessing. I wish you happiness and peace where the light is, and I will sink into the endless abyss …"

This night, the Holy Light shone on the forest.

Mor 'Ladim was cleansed in the Holy Light.

After a long time, Sarah Ladimore, who was sobbing softly, stood up. She was holding the wedding ring that her father had left behind. It was the proof of her parents' love.

Lu Li looked up. This healer NPC was impressively level 40. Her HP was as high as 200,000. She obviously had the template of a Boss.

This was probably the only thing that her father left for his daughter before he passed away. A Grand Knight. His collapsed faith, after many years of silence, exploded with endless power.

Althea walked over and hugged Sarah Ladimore, comforting her to be happy.

Morgan Ladimore had actually died a long time ago. What happened just now was the liberation of his soul. It should be something to be happy about.

Lu Li didn't know how his quest was going, but he didn't seem to care too much. Anyway, things were already like this. Mor 'Ladim's head was definitely not going to be obtained.

"I'm fine, thank you." After hugging Althea for a while, Sarah Ladimore seemed to be a little better. She walked over and picked up the long sword that her father had left on the ground.

Lu Li sighed inwardly. He thought that since the Boss hadn't been killed, there wouldn't be anything dropped. It turned out that the long sword was a loot.

The sword of a level 40 super Boss was definitely not an ordinary item. (To be continued.)

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