"Kill him!" Ante pointed to the knight who dared to strike at his own king, and swung his sword again.

The opponent's powerful counterattack did not hesitate at all.

The guards rushed forward, their lowered spears half stabbing at the knight and half separating him from Ante. The king still roared, but instead of continuing to fight himself, he retreated to the front of the steps.

It was just two exchanges, and his arm was faintly numb, and he didn't know if he hadn't used his sword for too long...... Or is the strength of the other party too amazing.

The knight unsheathed his spear in his left hand and forced the nearest guard back, then stabbed neatly into the gap under the armpit of one of the guards as he raised his arm, drawing it without looking at the creature who was staggering and falling from his wounds, as if he didn't care that it was his companion.

There's nothing surprising about that. After all, he had raised his sword against the king, and the people he wanted to protect had apparently abandoned him...... If he doesn't fight to the death, he doesn't have the slightest life.

In normal times, Ante might have been willing to show a little mercy and grant him a more glorious cause of death without bothering his family...... But now, the rage of rage still burned in his mind, and he could barely utter a complete sentence other than waving his sword and roaring "Kill him!" over and over again.

But perhaps the desire to survive was too strong, and even with one enemy to ten, the bold knight showed no signs of defeat. The bloody spear slammed into one of the guard's helmets, and as he turned, the knight's sword slashed at the side of the other's neck.

Amid the screams, Ante's face turned pale suddenly.

It's all too familiar...... But how is that possible?!

Ante stared at the knight's face. But I couldn't tell who it was. The knights guarding the throne room were not allowed to wear helmets, and the armor that obscured them could easily be used for assassinations and other schemes, but they did not take the throne for long. Ante reverted to the tradition of a hundred years ago, and specially forged a helmet for the guards of the throne hall with golden wings stretching out from the sides to the back of the head, and ornately decorated, but only revealing a pair of eyes, as a sign of trust.

From time to time, he would do something similar in order to create a more desirable version of himself, even if he regretted it afterwards. Hold on until Tabor finds a suitable reason for him......

The anger gradually extinguished in a sudden, intense panic. Ante wandered restlessly outside the melee, trying to see the knight's eyes. But in a battle without a moment's pause. That's almost impossible.

It wasn't him - he kept comforting himself. The man's movements in my memory were indeed as crisp and powerful, but they were not so ruthless and merciless, as if he was not facing a living person at all......

More guards swarmed into the throne room. Under protection. Ante stepped back step by step until he was seated back on the throne, and watched in a daze as the knight who had been pushing towards the door suddenly changed direction and rushed straight at him.

There were also a dozen guards between them...... But in the blink of an eye, golden-red flames rose from the cracks in the armor, and with a terrible scream, the knight stood silently in front of Ante through the guards who had suddenly begun to burn.

He threw down his spear. The sword hung at his side as well, just staring down and clutching the handrail in despair. Like a king welded to his throne.

Ante could finally see his eyes.

Not what he was familiar with...... It is also a terrifying light blue, but a strange golden yellow, like a burning flame, but extremely cold.

This man came from hell, and he had come with him—that was the only thing Ante could think of in that moment.

He couldn't breathe, as if he was afraid that every bit of air he breathed would incinerate his body to ashes from the inside out. There was a blackness in front of him, but he persevered, gritted his teeth, and stared blankly at those golden eyes.

He is king...... In any case, a king cannot faint on his throne out of fear......

Even after the knight suddenly turned away without a sound, he still stared at the void in front of him in the same posture for a long time.

Seeing Brooke appear in the teleportation array, Borena's heart, which had been hanging in the air, was relaxed. Although the old priest returned to the temple in this way, proving that the "negotiations" were probably completely broken...... But this time, at least no one paid with their lives.

Brooke's face was a little surprised, and the first words he said were even more unexpected than everyone expected.

"I have to go back. He said.

As he began to recite the incantation, Sethiana rushed over like the wind and pulled him out of the teleportation circle.

It was rude to treat a respectable, high-ranking old pastor -- but no one blamed him for it.

"Using the connection between the teleportation circle and your staff can indeed temporarily break through Lockburg's spell protection...... But if you want to teleport back, you won't be able to locate it accurately. ”

After a moment of silence, a young priest whispered another way of objecting, and those around him immediately nodded vigorously in agreement.

Brooke was silent for a few moments with his cane, still unwilling to give up.

“...... What happened?" asked Borena, "you said you would only come back like this if you were in danger...... Why do you want to go back?"

"Because a knight stepped in and tried to protect me...... I'm afraid I'm going to trouble him. Brooke smiled wryly, "I didn't even have time to take him with me." ”

Borena opened his mouth, but couldn't find any words to comfort. He knew the guilt and the insecurity...... But "going back" is obviously not a good idea either.

"It's his own choice...... I think he knows what the outcome will be. Pray for his soul, that may be the only thing we can do. Sethyana spoke softly, rarely.

Brooke glanced at him, shook his head slightly, and didn't hold on.

"Contact the Collins Temple, inform everyone, and prepare to teleport back...... The sooner the better. He raised his voice.

After a brief moment of amazement, everyone began to move, no one questioned, no one asked why, everything was in order, as if this moment had been expected for a long time.

“...... Is it that bad?" asked Borena softly, feeling a little apprehensive that he had caused the entire temple.

"It's worse than I thought. Brooke's expression was gloomy. "But we were prepared...... It may seem ironic to say that we have long been instructed to practice how to evacuate quickly in response to a possible crisis. But I never expected it to be because of this...... Crisis. ”

He couldn't seem to find the right words to describe it, and Borena was the same, so he could only look at each other and smile bitterly.

Batch after batch, the priests and paladins disappeared into the teleportation array with the necessary items, quietly and quickly. As Borena had previously discovered, there weren't many priests at the Temple of Ston Buch, supposedly because many were transferred to the Temple of Collins and never returned...... The troubles they faced. Probably no less than here.

Appearing here is the culprit of the trouble, and returning to Collins is likely to be warmly welcomed - Borena could not help but sigh again with some self-deprecation that he could not find the right words to describe his fate.

There was still a little and a half left waiting for the teleporter. Brooke motioned for Borena, Rosa, and the elf to accompany the other two paladins. Borena had barely taken a step when he felt some kind of fluctuation again—like the fluctuation of the two priests at Old Joy's house. But it's even stronger.

In a blink of an eye. A heavily armed knight appeared in the teleportation room, his silver-white and golden armor gorgeous, his dark red cloak hanging behind him, and the long sword in his right hand still dripping blood...... It was a guard in the throne room.

It's just one person, but suddenly the not-so-spacious teleportation room is filled with the smell of death.

It was Sesyana who instinctively drew his sword first—but instead of rushing forward, the elf looked at the knight who had appeared alone, with some confusion. And when the paladins who reacted drew their swords and stepped forward, Brooke shouted: "Stop!"

Before the words could be spoken, the knight had already pulled down his helmet. The sweaty blonde hair was curled wildly, making the face under the helmet look even younger.

"Scott!" Brooke cried out with relief. "I should have known it was yours." ”

Scott smiled at him hurriedly, put his sword into its sheath, looked around, and frowned slightly: "You guys are on the run...... Retreat?"

"You've seen what happened in Pomegranate Hall, too," Brooke sighed, "and I'm afraid His Majesty won't stop there. ”

"He really won't. The army is already massing, and I am afraid that it will soon be surrounded here. ”

Brooke was stunned: "...... Is it that fast?"

"How to say it...... It seems that Ante is also prepared. Scott casually threw his helmet on the ground and sneered, "It's not some impulsive act out of anger, he has a plan." ”

"And you think we should stay and fight against the King?" Brooke asked softly, "and we don't exist for such a fight. ”

Scott was stunned, and suddenly there was a hint of shame on his face.

"Sorry...... I just think that even backing down will only make him more unscrupulous. He whispered, "Now that Ante has already done it, he will not stop until he has achieved his goal." ”

"How could he be so blatant about the temple?" Borena scratched his head in annoyance, feeling that he was getting more and more incomprehensible to these southerners, "hasn't he always claimed to be the most devout believer in the god of water?"

"No, he'll find a high-sounding reason - like he's received word that the temple is hiding thugs, and that he's sending troops only because he's worried about the safety of the clergy. "This is our great King, as the people of Stonebugch say, and whose stories are not as good as the best bards," said Rosa, not without irony. ”

Make up a story...... Borena suddenly wanted to laugh, but seemed too weak to even squeeze out a bitter smile.

History is always written by the victors...... He didn't know how this history would be passed down to future generations.

"In any case, as long as there is a glimmer of hope, I will not choose to fight. Brooke looked back and said, "As soon as possible, everyone, don't stop." ”

“...... Then I'll leave the destruction teleportation array. Scott said.

"Nope. Brooke gave him a calm look, his tone soft and resolute, "You have to leave with us." ”.

(To be continued......)