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His vision was still blurry, but he could see Agnes. Her body was encased in a layer of light that shimmered like a jewel...... He had never seen her so beautiful.

He shook his head, tossed the ill-conceived thought out of his head, and watched in amazement as Agnes threw a few short arrows of flame into the darkness.

The firelight illuminated the other, so hideous that he could barely make out the ...... But the face that could not be forgotten - swollen and purple, eyes that had lost their luster bulged outward, with solidified resentment and unwillingness...... That's really Ante Bofford.

Ante Bofford didn't die.

In comparison, even "Agnes can actually spell" has become less difficult to accept.

The damned madman looked like he was smiling—if the weird curvature of the twisted corners of his mouth was some kind of expression. Agnes' magic didn't seem to do much harm to him, and his careless sword, with its frightening wind, seemed to be able to easily crush Agnes...... It also effortlessly crushed her attempts to get closer to the Guardian, forcing her to scramble and take care of herself.

Gard was so frightened that for a moment he almost forgot what a ridiculous position he was lying on the edge of the sarcophagus.

"Idiot!"

Agnes yelled at him in a fit of rage, "Have you seen enough?

She was panting, her hair was disheveled, and there was nothing left of her usual grace or seductiveness, true or false, and even he blushed when he heard the barrage of rude curses that burst out at Ante...... He still felt that she was too beautiful to look at.

...... Or maybe it's just that the light on her body is too dazzling in the darkness.

The young knight spat on his pointless thoughts, got up and fell, and finally barely supported himself with the sword he had picked up.

But he wasn't going to "get out of here"—what a joke, if he dared to leave Agnes here and run away by himself, his father might hang him on the wall.

He struggled to stand up straight. But this simple action had already taken up almost all his strength, and he couldn't even lift his sword, so he could only take out the sword and throw it with another short knife.

He didn't expect it to be of any use, just that he wanted to distract Ante somewhat. However, the dagger weakly crossed the sarcophagus and fell to the ground...... But the sound of the wind whistling in his ears passed.

A long arrow grazed past him, dragging a shimmering trail through Ante's head accurately.

Guardian couldn't help but cheer loudly. But Ante's roar completely drowned out his voice—he wasn't dead, and even then he wasn't.

Maybe it's because he's already dead.

Guardian thought a little dazed, and finally realized that Ante might have become the legendary undead...... But he remembered that even if the undead were shot in the head with an arrow, they would still die......

A slender figure leaped into the air, jumped straight over the sarcophagus, and slashed straight at the sword above Ante's head without skill, so powerful that it seemed to shatter rock.

His blonde hair shines in the dark...... But he's not Scott.

- The dragon.

Guardian's eyes widened. He heard a strange scream, and the freezing air made him tremble in an instant. Anteg unslashed the weapon he had chopped off, but he couldn't dodge the ice that had frozen him in it.

“...... I've never seen such an ugly statue. ”

Agnes gasped and mocked.

"Is!"

Another voice warned loudly.

The ice shattered rapidly, a crisp sound mixed with the dragon's angry roar.

Dark flames erupted from Ante, ticking out his bloated ...... or the tall silhouette, even his lifeless eyes, which looked like two black-red dead fires were burning.

Guardian felt creepy that it didn't feel like a person anymore...... It's not like any undead, it's more like some demon from hell.

"Countess!" a familiar voice sounded behind him, "stop casting spells...... That only made him stronger. ”

"Do you think I don't know?!" Agnes yelled back angrily as she nimbly ducked behind Is, "you told me what to do!"

"Uh......" There was a strange calmness in Ed Singel's hesitant, unreliable-sounding tone, "Maybe we can talk to him?"

Agnes couldn't help but roll her eyes. With a muffled, mocking roar, Ante swung his sword at Is.

"Sorry, I can't hear you clearly. Ed politely: "Maybe you'd rather talk to Scott? ”

Guardian couldn't help but glance at him.

The young man who walked up to him was half a head shorter than him, dressed like a normal nobleman, and had no weapons or canes in his hands...... He didn't look much changed, and it seemed to be completely different from the "Sage" he had seen in Visa City more than a year ago, who had almost collapsed under a sudden attack.

Ante's reply was another roar. And Is...... The dragon's instinctive way of fighting left Gard, who had been a knight for many years, speechless.

Most of Is's wasted strength and agility, coupled with the few spells Agnes had left, were no threat to Ante, who was not afraid of injury or tired...... And Ed stood there for the rest of his life, not looking like he was going to make a move—he really didn't expect Ante to run away when he heard Scott's name, did he?

Guardian flicked his wrist. He felt that his strength had regained a little, but he was not sure how he would be able to defeat such an undead undead...... Would it be useful to cut off his head?

As he took a deep breath and was about to rush forward desperately, Ante fell.

It was a sturdy fall. Gard could almost feel the shaking of the ground, and felt a faint sympathy for Ante who had inexplicably slammed face down to the ground—he couldn't imagine what that face would become. Even if he never liked Ante...... He was Moira's husband and father of all three of them.

A silver light flashed from Is's hand. It wasn't until he slashed neatly at Ante's neck that Gard could tell the ...... That's his claw.

Compared to the sword he was smashed into, this was probably a more competent weapon.

The darkness was illuminated by the firelight for a moment, and Ante's figure suddenly disappeared in the flames. The ice dragon's claws made a screeching sound on the ground, but it had already lost its target.

Guardian was stunned and silently retracted his steps. After a series of shocks, he thought it was normal for him to end like this—nightmares don't usually end so easily.

Isis straightened up, his face full of anger, but Ed only sighed slightly.

"Let's get out of here...... Lord Earl. He smiled and turned to Guardian, "Her Majesty the Queen Mother is very worried. ”

The light on Agnes had dimmed. Ed thoughtfully lit the torch, and in the flickering light of the fire, Guardian's gaze swept over his head and quickly moved away.

He vaguely remembered that Ed was only in his twenties......

Between the young man's black hair, there was already too much silver strand shining.

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