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Leo didn't have time to react, he was slapped directly into the sky by a sudden and unstoppable force, and a large bird-like figure shot out like lightning, reaching out in mid-air and firmly grabbing Leo's throat, and then the two of them fell to the ground together.

It was only at this time that the long-awaited blood in Leo's throat slowly spilled from the corner of his mouth.

Being pinched by someone else's throat is not a refreshing experience, especially when someone like Shahril is a murderous guy pinching his own throat, and the experience is even worse.

Don't forget, with a slight cut of the sharp claws in Shahril's hand, Leo's head will immediately and forever be separated from his body.

Leo only felt a sudden lightness in his body, and then the whole person was thrown to the ground heavily, and he had an intimate contact with Mother Earth.

"Poof!" The mouthful of blood that he wanted to vomit but didn't vomit just now was finally spit out by Leo, and the severe pain made Leo involuntarily arch his body, looking like a roasted prawn.

For some reason, after spitting out this mouthful of blood, Leo felt a little more relaxed.

Two more thumps rang in Leo's ears, and the two figures fell heavily beside Leo at the same time.

"Viscount, Darwin?" Leo, who was lying on the ground, narrowed his eyes, and with some difficulty made out the two familiar figures in the smoke and dust.

These two were none other than Viscount Juan and Darwin, and judging by the shocking wounds on their faces and bodies, it was clear that they had completely lost the ability to continue fighting.

As for the weaker Butler Farindo and Deacon Morata, they had already fallen to the ground motionless, and their lives and deaths were unknown. The rest of the soldiers and cathars had been slaughtered, and not a single one survived.

Hundreds of corpses were lying on the entire square, stumps and severed arms were everywhere, and the thick smell of blood filled every corner of the air.

Hardly a single corpse is intact, and you can see all sorts of different phases of death here - headshots, split limbs, disembowelments, heart-gouging, and so on.

You can't even hear the groans of the heavy wounded horns that are common after a fierce battle—when people are dead, where is the groaning?

Anyone with a brain can come to the conclusion that in this battle, the living forces of Varna, represented by Leo and Viscount Juan, were defeated.

Not only did he lose, but he also failed miserably, the kind of fiasco that he lost even his underwear.

"Aha!" Shahril's arrogant laughter rang in Leo's ears again, and then Shahril's figure slowly fell to Leo and the others who fell to the ground under the flapping of his giant wings.

For the first time, Leo, who had lived for nineteen years, discovered that laughter could be so harsh, so annoying, and so impulsive to gag.

Leo wanted to punch Shahril in the face, choking the laughter behind the goddamn heretic in front of him back into his stomach. But unfortunately, Leo does not have this ability now, so Leo can only lie on the ground helplessly, while letting the blood slowly flow out of his mouth, while enduring Shahril's wild laughter raging in his ears.

After half a minute, Shahrir's laughter slowly stopped.

Shahril slowly spoke: "I think at this moment, you must all have a doubt in your hearts, right?" Why would a heretic from the Dark Sect like me dare to disrupt your Light Ritual in broad daylight, and even dare to go on a killing spree here in the face of the world's condemnation? ”

Viscount Juan, who was beside Leo, struggled to prop up his upper body with his hands, and said angrily to Shahrir: "I don't care what bullshit you are for, I only know that even if you kill us all today, the adjudicators from the Church Inquisition and the masters of the Imperial Academy will hunt you down endlessly, even if you can escape for a while, you can't hide for a lifetime!" ”

Shahril laughed, with a mocking expression on his face, and said in an extremely disdainful tone, "Adjudicator? Martial arts master? ”

With a bang, Viscount Juan's body drew a parabola in the air again, and it fell heavily to the ground.

Shahril snorted heavily and withdrew his right leg: "In my life, I am most annoyed that someone will talk to me in a threatening tone. ”

The square was quiet again, Leo turned his head to look around, and found that Viscount Juan had been fainted by Shahrir's direct kick just now, and Darwin, who was lying next to him, had his eyes closed tightly, and it seemed that no one could talk to Shahlil except himself.

"It's strange, why is Darwin, a fifth-level temple warrior, beaten like this, while I, a second-level beginner magician, can still speak?" A hint of doubt suddenly crossed Leo's mind.

But now is not the time to doubt, Leo knows very well in his heart that he must find a way to buy some time for his side, so that something may happen in his favor, such as reinforcements.

Leo also knows very well in his heart that in this situation, I am afraid that everyone in the square, including himself, will have a bad luck and a slim chance, but as long as there is still a glimmer of hope, Leo will definitely not give up.

So Leo coughed vigorously a few times, spit out all the blood in his mouth to the ground, and then said with some difficulty: "Ahem, that, you have to finish talking, friend, why are you killing here?" ”

Shahrir's gaze slowly moved to Leo's face, and at this moment, Shahril's pair of pupils could not see the eyeballs at all, only two blood-red bright lights kept shining in them, which looked quite bluffing.

"Do you know Sandru?" Shahril suddenly asked Leo.

Leo shook his head, his face blank, not because Leo pretended not to know, but because Leo really didn't know a man named Sandru.

Shahril frowned violently, and the two balls of blood in his eyes jumped suddenly, but immediately became calm again, and said to Leo: "That's right, I don't think you really have a chance to know his name, maybe I should ask in a different way-"

Shahril paused, then spoke: "I think you must remember that one night a few days ago, a wizard with a few men tried to take your life. The name of that wizard is Sandru. ”

At this time, Leo finally realized: "So this time, you are here to avenge him." What is your relationship with him? ”

"What's the relationship?" Shahril smiled grimly, and the words in his mouth were as cold as the winter wind: "He is my own brother, and at the same time my only relative in this world. ”