Diego straightened up and breathed as softly as he could. The soft power of the Holy Light surged within him, converging towards his chest, and the power of the Holy Light as warm as the sun overflowed and swept through the wound, and the pain in his chest gradually lessened, until finally, the pain disappeared.

Diego let out a long breath and stood up against the wall.

He took the death stare in his hand and took two steps forward. The archers in a mess still didn't notice that death was approaching in the shadows of the wall.

"Get out of the way, man!" Diego said to Guan Haifa through soul connection.

The big cat, who received the instruction, made a nimble jump, jumped into the darkness behind the porch, and disappeared.

The archers, who had finally gotten rid of the entanglement, breathed a sigh of relief. In order to maintain speed, Guan Haifa has been attacking their bottom half. The body, though not fatal, was scarred by each of them, especially on their legs, some of whom were almost as dense as combs. It was the big cat's continuous harassment and attacks that kept them from stepping forward to check whether Diego was dead or alive in the distance.

Just then, they heard someone greeting them.

"Hey!"

They subconsciously turned around and saw a human standing a dozen yards away, looking at them with a musket. This is a very sunny young man, a little handsome with a gentle smile on his face, but at this moment, in the eyes of the archers, this smile is more terrifying than the demon.

They subconsciously raised their bows in their hands, ready to shoot, and those who had dropped their bows before hurriedly bent down to pick them up again.

However, it was already too late. Shoot in them. Before he could shoot the arrow, Diego pulled the trigger of Death Gaze.

With a "boom", marbles flew and poured out like a torrential rain.

The smoke of gunpowder was filled, blood was splashed everywhere, and four or five people fell directly on the outermost part of the pile.

There was a scream in the crowd, some were retreating, some were trying to fight back, and some were shouting:

"Spread out! Disperse! ”

But it didn't work, because the shotguns fired by Death Gaze filled almost the entire hallway, and where could they hide?

Diego fired one more shot, and four or five more fell. The fire of the Death Gaze was swift like a raging storm, and the archers were crushed. There is no way to fight back. It was like peeling a potato, every time he fired a shot, the crowd would fall down on his side, and he fired seven or eight shots in quick succession, and finally the large potato was sliced.

When Diego stopped shooting, there was no one standing in front of him. The ground lay on the ground, blood gurgling out of countless bullet holes, converging into pools of blood on the ground. Some of the seriously wounded archers lay on the ground groaning miserably, desperately waiting for death to come.

Diego cautiously took his gun and stepped over the corpse. Dragonskin boots clattered in a pool of viscous blood. He did not refill the gun, either out of caution or out of mercy for the wounded. The psychological impact of shooting in battle and shooting at close range to clear the battlefield after the end of the battle is completely different, and he could not have been so ruthless and indifferent. He was an adventurer, not an executioner. A few years of adventurous career has brought him excitement. Affection and emotion, not the annihilation of human nature.

He ran to the east of the broken tower, the half-collapsed spiral staircase at the bottom of the tower had been completely blocked by the collapsed walls.

The archers attacked in a very systematic way, climbing up to the roof and making a rally before starting to storm the castle, rather than going in one by one to refuel, so Diego did not encounter a second wave of archers until he reached the spiral staircase at the bottom of the tower.

Diego stopped by the spiral staircase. Just because you don't run into archers along the way doesn't mean you can't meet them here. At such an important pass, he was sure that the archers would definitely arrange for them to be guarded.

Sure enough, when he looked up, a sharp arrow that had long been ready to fire swooped down. If he hadn't just made a false slap, maybe the arrow would have stuck in his head.

Although only one arrow had been fired, Diego knew that there must be more than one person guarding it. He sighed, pulled a Type II improvised dropper bomb from his bag, pressed it to the hot muzzle, and lit it.

"I really should have made a few silver grenades, it's so troublesome every time!" Looking at the snorting and smoking fuse, Diego complained inwardly as he estimated the time of the explosion. But to be honest, even though they had robbed the Black Iron King's treasure house, he still couldn't accept the act of making grenades out of Thorsilver. Comparatively speaking, the Type II improvised drop-off bomb is much cheaper.

A few seconds later, he took the bomb that was about to burn to the end of the fuse and threw it hard at the top of the spiral staircase.

The bomb exploded in the air at a height of four or five meters from him, and unlike fragmentation weapons such as grenades, the Type II improvised drop-off bomb relied mainly on the shock wave of the explosive explosion. With a "boom" sound, the air mixed with sand and dust rolled down, like a storm blowing in the tower. Diego heard a scream overhead, followed by the crash of a human being falling to the ground.

"Guan Haifa, up!" He said to Guan Haifa through a soul connection. The big cat jumped in a heartfelt leap and jumped out like lightning.

The sand was filled with dust, and a yellow shadow jumped quickly along the spiral ladder, and disappeared on the spiral ladder in an instant. Diego also took a step and ran up, but Guan Haifa was much faster than him, and he could barely see the big cat.

The sound of the bowstring vibrating came from above, and the archers, who had been knocked over by the explosion, finally came to their senses. The sound of arrows breaking through the air continued, but what Diego heard was the sound of crossbow arrows hitting rocks, and the yellow leopard, which was constantly dodging and jumping, always managed to get out of the place where the arrows were pointing.

Guan Haifa sometimes jumped up the escalator, sometimes ran down the spiral ladder, sometimes jumped up along the wall, and ran like a gecko on the vertical cave wall for a few steps before falling back to the ground. The body of the yellow leopard appeared and disappeared in the tower like a phantom, and almost in the blink of an eye, it was not far from the exit of the tower.

On the spiral ladder opposite the small door, the galloping yellow leopard jumped on the handrail suddenly, and its whole body almost curled up into a round ball, but in the next second, its body stretched out violently, as if flying over the void in the middle of the spiral ladder, and pounced on the small platform at the tower gate.

The three archers standing on it had no idea that the enemy's surprise attack would be so swift. The two at the back of the tower shot an arrow in the direction of Guan Haifa's rush and exited the tower, and the third unlucky guy had no time to retreat, so he could only raise his hand to block his head and face in front of the fierce cat that pounced.

However, this knee-jerk action was not able to stop Guan Haifa's attack at all, and the hundreds of pounds of beasts pounced on him. He fell to the ground, and with a low roar, the beast's sharp fangs tore open his throat.

At this time, several long arrows were shot from outside the tower gate, but they did not hit it. Feeling provoked, the yellow leopard raised its head from the enemy it had just slain, roared and pounced on the tower.