"Hey, hey!" Randy asked, a little incredulous.

Self-sacrifice is touching, but shouldn't the right thing to do in this situation be to actively look for chances of winning? This is Randy's most intuitive idea.

"Wait, wait......" Ellie's face was full of disbelief. She never imagined that the colleague she had just met would say goodbye to her post in this way.

"Are you serious......?" Theo's voice fluctuated with rare emotion.

"There's only one way to do that in this case!" Lloyd roared as he glared at the giant demonic beast. "Randy and Ellie are holding their two children and trying to find a chance to escape!"

Randy, who analyzed the current situation, gritted his teeth and said, "Damn...... Is that all I have to do......"

"How could it be ......" Long and Henry also had incredulous expressions.

An aura of despair wrapped around several people.

Lloyd cautiously rubbed towards his opponent, as long as he was in his own assault range, Lloyd would go with all his strength, and then retreat with all his might. In this way, the annoyed and angry monster should pounce on itself desperately. Well, this creates a gap. As long as a few people can escape back to the elevator, they will be considered safe.

At this moment, a sigh came from somewhere.

"Alas—the courage to sacrifice oneself is commendable, but such a decision is too ill-conceived."

The mature male voice was full of pity.

A few people looked up and followed the sound, and on the platform about 4 feet above the crowd, a man in a brown and red coat stood with a sword. With long soft blue hair and a scar on his cheek, just standing there exudes a sense of awe-inspiring majesty. The man landed lightly in front of everyone, without the expected loud sound of stepping on the platform.

He fell to the ground as if he had no weight, and his weapon was an elongated sword, the silver blade shining with a delicate sheen. Disdainfully, he turned his back to the giant demonic beast.

"Little ......" Lloyd just wanted to remind him to be careful, when he saw that countless slender scars appeared on the body of the giant slime demonic beast, each mark really cut the slime body in two, and the yellow core was also full of scars, and a faint blue-purple light continued to overflow from the wound, and the giant demonic beast had begun to disappear.

There is no doubt that these injuries were cut by the man in the process of taking off and falling.

The blade has an overwhelming disadvantage against the monster that is covered with slime, and if you are not a swordsman, then the slime will be reunited when the sharp blade cuts open the wound. If you try to target the core and stab directly, the slime will choose to move the core out of the way.

"It's really fake...... Randy was shocked.

Unlike Lloyd, Randy was even more shocked when he vaguely saw him swinging his sword.

Sweep, slash. There are only 2 movements.

However, as he fell, he swung twelve swords in a row, and the blade of the divine speed was wrapped with sharp cyan sword qi, and each sword accurately hit the core.

In fact, his initial sword was enough to kill this demonic beast, but the hundred-legged insect died without stiffening, such a huge body, if it was only cut in two, I am afraid that the remnants would still be conscious, although the near-death counterattack was nothing to him, but in case it hurt the two children, it would be worth the loss. Therefore, this man chose to swing the eleven swords behind him, and precisely slashed the demonic beast into small pieces that could not move.

This man is so strong! Randy had an instinctive desire to fight.

The swordsman casually pulled a sword flower, snorted, and put the sword into the sheath.

"Good, so good, Mr. Arios!" Long threw himself into the man's arms with a look of adoration, and Henry trotted all the way to him. It was evident that they admired this swordsman named Arios.

It is also a matter of course that children always worship martial arts masters. Especially Arios.

Crossbell's A-level guerrilla, [Wind Sword Saint] Arios, it is not an exaggeration to say that he is Crossbell's number one master. It is also the teacher, goal, and friend that every boy dreams of. Basically every boy here has dreamed of this scene: waving his sword side by side with Arios, after cutting down the villain of the evil organization, Arios raised the corners of his mouth and said lightly, "Good job, partner." Then he flicked his long blue hair, motioned for himself to follow him, and then, with the setting sun, two handsome backs walked in the direction of the guerrilla association......

However, Arios felt a different way to the members of the Special Mission Support Section.

The swing of the sword that is almost invisible, the ultra-high precision of each sword hitting the core, and the light skill of jumping from a high place without making any sound. All of them are areas that a few people can't reach.

Randy's mentality is okay, he used to be a member of the garrison, and he knows very well that everyone's fighting style is different. Even the garrison, a place where everyone learns and trains in a unified manner, will have a preference for close combat and a preference for shooting. Arios is obviously a speed-type warrior, while he is a strength-type, and if everyone really shows their real skills to fight hard, Randy may not lose.

But I'm sure I won't win...... Randy added in his mind. However, I hope that a few of them can change this mentality......

Thinking so, Randy sighed and looked at the three teammates beside him.

In order to prevent everyone from falling down, why don't you go and talk to them at night? The thought flashed through Randy's mind.

"Good, amazing!" Henry said adoringly.

"That's right! But how did you come here? In the midst of worship, Long suddenly thought of this question.

Arios looked at them twice, pretended to be serious, closed his eyes, and said slowly: "Oh, because I received the news that a child has entered the entrance and exit of the underground passage of the square—you are too nonsense! What if something happens? ”

Without mercy, Arios sharply criticized them. Children shouldn't be so serious, but in order to make them deeply realize their mistakes, Arios can only make a ruthless stern appearance.

"I'm sorry ......"

The two children bowed their heads together. The two children, who had just been arguing about who was responsible, stopped talking, and now they thought about the severity of the gaffe they had caused, and their expressions became heavy.

However, it is not okay to be strict with children. Arios smiled and opened his eyes. Go on.

"I should have said more than two of you. Still, it's okay. It's evening, so let's get home. ”

Only then did the two children recover and hummed together.

Arios turned, his long blue hair in a beautiful arc, and walked towards the entrance with the two children. Noticing that the four members of the Special Mission Support Section were on the spot, Arios turned around and asked, "What's wrong?" Aren't you going back? ”

Lloyd recovered from the shock he had seen Arios at first. He thought for a moment, nodded and responded, "That's right, let's go back together." The second half of the sentence was clearly said to his teammates.

"Then don't grind. What happened just now is a lesson, and you can't relax until the end. ”

Arios received an affirmative answer and ignored the others. He turned around and walked away with the children.

Lloyd was silent, his heart full of amazement: he had heard of the great name of the Wind Sword Saint a long time ago, but it wasn't until he met the real person that he clearly realized the deep barrier between the two. A barrier called the power gap.

"Whew! What the hell is that uncle......" Randy asked with a half-sigh, the strength that the man had just shown made him a little nervous. "The aura he exudes is truly extraordinary......

"In terms of strength, it's definitely not an idle person, who is it?" Theo added, a little disappointed.

"Huh? Don't you know? Ellie was a little surprised, there were only more than twenty A-class guerrillas in the Semuria Continent, as a synonym for the strong, Ellie originally thought that they would have heard a little bit of news about the Wind Sword Saint.

"Miss, do you know him?" Randy asked, a little curious.

"I just know the name—by the way, why are you calling me that?" Ellie suddenly realizes that she looks like she has been given a strange nickname.

"It's nothing, I just think it's more pleasant to call it like this~" Randy responded jokingly.

When you think about it, Ellie really fits the nickname. Elegant temperament, thoughtful, gentle tone, if you throw away the gun and change into a dress, she is a standard aristocratic lady.

"Arios Marklein." Lloyd answers Randy's question.

The tone was flat, and I couldn't hear Lloyd's mental thoughts.

"I have seen reports about him many times in the Closbell Times. The strongest A-class guerrilla who belongs to the Crossbell branch of the Guerrilla Association. No matter what the commission can be solved perfectly, it is trusted by the general public, and it is the patron saint of Crossbell...... Sword of the Wind, by Arrios Marklyin. ”

Lloyd spat out long sentences with a blank face. Randy was also a little surprised, although he had heard of the name of the Wind Sword Saint, but he didn't think in that direction at all.

"Well, then, let's go out too." Lloyd said flatly, and then took the lead in the direction he came. Leaving Randy and the three looking at each other. Ellie looked at Theo and followed, and Randy shrugged her shoulders and made a helpless expression, and quickly followed in two big steps.

The way back was much easier, and I didn't encounter any magical beasts, but looking at the number of Qiyao Stone fragments on the road, they should have been wiped out all the way by Arios. Lloyd was in a complicated mood and didn't bother, but Theo suggested that they be recovered.

While these fragments cannot be used in large power transfer machines, they are more than enough to be used on tactical power guides for just a few people.

As soon as they walked out of the iron gate, the afterglow of the setting sun fell on several people, and a dull orange red made the figures of several people even more dim.