"Let them !!"

Locke staggered out of the rubble, golden light energy covering him once more. The staggering footsteps became stable because of this.

Cerberus turned its head towards him, and it roared a few times, and the thin tentacles on its neck suddenly stood up one by one like fried hair.

The blue sword in Locke's hand had turned into a golden blade, and he trotted slowly and faster at Cerberus's footsteps, until with the help of a stone, he jumped high and slashed at Cerberus again.

Please help me, O Holy Light, to purify this disgusting demon!!

Crusade! Lordaeron! If I die here today, I hope you will escape the tragic fate of history!!

As Cerberus's ugly face drew closer, Locke couldn't help but growl.

"Ah!!!!h

Locke's face was aimed at Cerberus's forehead and slashed down.

On a small dirt slope not far from the battlefield, a female elf in tattered black ranger leather armor was watching the battlefield, and she quietly watched as she rushed towards the Cerberus Paladin, without making any move.

Her face was pale, and some of her flesh was unusually swollen. Some of the flesh exposed outside the cloak and leather armor had turned blue. Under the hood that covered his entire face, a pair of red eyes were staring at the paladin.

The golden sword stabbed into Cerberus's forehead so easily this time, and Locke felt like cutting tofu, so smoothly.

Contrary to Locke's expectations, the Cerberus did not make any alarming noises, and it even stood still and did not move.

Krok was shocked to find that the flesh and skin on the wound he had cut were slowly squeezing towards the middle, and even the corrosion of the holy light could not stop them.

"How could this be!!" Locke exclaimed, the wound on the Cerberus's forehead was actually healing with his own efforts!!

Is this still a normal Cerberus?!!!

"Roar!!" Wacker flew out of nowhere, and flew to the forehead of the Cerberus, biting at the dense tentacles.

"Bang!!"

"Hmm!" Locke snorted and was thrown off the forehead again by Cerberus. He fell heavily to the ground.

On the ruins tower, the Blood Elf let out a hearty laugh, "Yes! Right! That's it, Christine! Eat and pour them out! In this way, you may become the first Cerberus Lord!! ”

Locke struggled to crawl on the ground, as if the holy light on his body was about to be extinguished, and dimmed. Looking up, he saw that Terri on Cerberus's forehead had become weak, and Carré was unconscious.

"Are you really a hellhound?! You're not a disguised Void Lord, are you!! Locke spat at the ground, and then, with the help of his sword, got up again!

On the small dirt slope, the elf in black leather armor slowly removed the longbow from his body, exuding a chill and black substantial magic.

Slowly, he pulled a feather arrow from his back, and a strand of golden hair mixed with white floated out of his hood.

Her hair swayed in front of her red pupils, and she bowed and took aim as if she hadn't seen them.

The Elven Ranger aimed the arrow at Locke's body for a long time, and eventually, she shifted the target of the arrow in her hand, and the arrow flew silently towards the target.

The arrow pierced through the branches of the jungle, through the ruins of the ruined buildings, and into the wound that Cerberus had just left behind by Locke.

The sharp arrow, which exuded a chill and a black magical aura, penetrated deep into the wound of the Cerberus, and the wound of the Cerberus that was about to heal was squeezed turned and fled as if it had encountered an enemy. Green juice seeped out of the wound and dripped onto the ground.

"What's going on? Christine? Do you feel pain? ”

On the ruins tower, the blood elf listened strangely to the painful roar from the hellhound she controlled in her mind, and she looked at the battlefield below in confusion, there was no one else?

On the small dirt slope, the black leather-armored elf put away her longbow and opened her dark purple lips.

A howl sound that was enough to make people crazy burrowed into everyone's ears. Even the blood elf on the tower, she covered her ears in pain and fell on the sofa behind her, constantly curling up her body.

Locke dropped his sword and clutched his ears with both hands. His mouth was wide open, trying to resist the high-pitched howls that spread through the air. And this howl can penetrate his ears through his clenched hands.

As if there was a slender needle piercing the eardrums, Locke quickly fell to his knees. Holding your head, rub your head firmly on the ground.

A large group of elven rangers were hurrying towards the ruins of the sunwell, and after hearing this howl, the rangers who led the team decisively stopped the movement of the undead behind them.

"Is that her?" The elf waved his hand and led the rangers to where the howl came from.

Locke once again trembled and got up from the ground, and he was pleasantly surprised to find that the Cerberus in front of him was also affected by this howl, and it roared silently at the sky with its mouth wide open.

But even so, it didn't give up on the Tyri and Carré it was pestering with.

Locke swayed towards Cerberus, this good opportunity must not be missed!!

At Cerberus's head, Carré and Tyri are already going crazy with all this! The mana from their bodies, and the frenzied roar from outside, tormented them all the time.

They let out louder screams.

On the small dirt slope, the black-armored elven ranger took off his longbow and arrows from his back, aiming at the high-stretched tentacles of Cerberus.

"Collapse!"

The tentacles of Cerberus tied to Carré were instantly shot by sharp arrows, green mixed with red liquid, and quickly poured out of the tentacles, and Carre fell into the stones of the ruins with a wail.

"Collapse!"

The tentacles that wrapped around Tyri did not escape such a fate. Tyri, who had already fallen unconscious from the howl, fell headfirst down from the air. Locke hurriedly dropped the sword in his hand and pounced on Tyri, who fell from the sky.

"Caught you....."

With a steady princess hug, he held Tyri in his arms. Locke rolled on the ground a few times to remove the strength of his body, and then he had time to look at Tyri in his arms,

"My lady!"

Tyri, in her arms, lay pale in Locke's arms again. Her chest, which had been covered by a silk scarf, appeared in front of Locke again.

Large swaths of bare skin appeared in Locke's eye sockets, and on her chest were only a pair of magically enchanted blue scale breastplates. And under the breastplate, a large area of smooth white and temporarily delicate skin came into view.

To Locke's excitement and embarrassment, one of his own hands was on the base of her thigh. That's where Terri's high-waisted leather riding boots come together with blue leather skirt armor.

The firm and smooth skin really made Locke's heart ripple. Locke swallowed a mouthful of saliva, and gradually looked away, placing his hand in the bay of her knees.