The palm holding the hilt of the sword was pinched white, and the surging and violent fighting spirit burned violently on the back of the hand, and the murderous intent in his heart kept surging, driving Dylan forward, forward, but the right hand holding the shield was as steady as iron, and the huge shield was dead against the ground—

The light on the shield was still calm and heavy.

Fight yourself against yourself.

The Guardian Knight's head was lowered, his body trembling slightly, and in the depths of his pupils, two different wills struggled—

I want revenge! Enemy! The enemy is right in front of you!

Kill him, go! Kill him! Avenge your brother!

No...... No way......

I'm the Guardian Knight, I'm the Shield, I'm ...... I need to guard this place......

This is the duty and the teacher's instructions......

But it's been three years!! Three years! Three years of torment! Ten years ago, my father died because of duty, and three years ago, my brother also disappeared because of duty, and now, do I have to give up avenging him because of this duty! Dylan! Come on!!!!

The body trembled steadily, then calmed, his eyes lowered, the palm holding the sword returned to its original calmness, the five fingers moved slightly, and then he grasped the hilt of the sword and slowly exerted force.

Groaning –

With a clear and fine sword sound, the knight's sword was slowly drawn from its scabbard at a steady and silent frequency, but at that moment, a palm gently touched the back of his left hand, where he held the sword.

Old, but very warm.

Dylan's pupils shrank slightly, the haze in it dissipated slightly for a moment, and he regained his original calm, and after being stunned for a moment, the knight slowly exhaled a breath of turbidity, and the left hand holding the hilt of the sword forcefully retracted the long sword into the scabbard, and said in a deep voice:

"I'm sorry, His Majesty ...... Pope"

But the voice didn't fall - on the hilt of the sword, a powerful force was blocking the sharp edge from retracting, Dylan's pupils contracted slightly, and the Pope was standing across from him, with a warm smile on his old face.

"Why take it back? There is nothing wrong, why apologize? ”

Zheng Zheng Zheng Zheng –

The old palm covered the back of Dylan's hand, and with slow force, he pulled out the sharp knight's sword inch by inch.

"Knight Dylan, I think ah, that black-robed man is a little dangerous, can you go and help Knight Chu Lie?"

"It's not an order, it's just a request ......"

Smiling, the old man used force in his hand, pulled out the last inch of the blade, and then let go of the palm holding Dylan, facing the knight who was even shaking his head to the point of stumbling two steps, the Pope's smiling eyes slowly opened, and said clearly and seriously:

"Please, go, knight."

"As for my old bones, you can rest assured, my old friend, Edgar, the Archmage of the Light of the Heart, is still here, plus my old bones, if you are vigilant, there will be no danger."

Trample~

Taking a step back, Dylan looked up, and the elegant archmage he had met was already standing behind the Pope, holding his staff in his hand and bowing his head slightly.

Pursing his lips slightly, Dylan bowed slightly to the Pope in silence, then turned around, stepped directly on the railing with one foot, and a wave of qi erupted, and the next moment, accompanied by the directly broken wooden railing, the guarding knight jumped out directly, smashed to the ground, and then lifted the shield.

Hulala!!

The scorching flame of fighting qi burned on his body, and then there was no concealment, like an angry rhinoceros, Dylan stepped heavily and rushed towards the black-robed man who was constantly entangled with the cyan sword light.

In his eyes, the murderous aura was overflowing-

"Drink, ah, ah, ah!!!"

…………………………

"Tsk~ It's so angry......"

Squinting his eyes slightly, the Pope looked at the back that was as violent as a beast, and smiled: "Young man, although you have to be modest, you can't hold it too tightly, after all, it's a single male of eighteen or nineteen years old......"

"You ......"

Sighing helplessly, Archmage Edgar sighed, "Cyr, please, as an ally, the ring must appear......"

"Hmmm......"

A cold and clear voice fell from behind, the hem of the archmage's robe flickered slightly, the temperature dropped suddenly, and white air currents shuttled through the surrounding space.

Click, click, click

The ice blue light instantly condensed, and a path that was purely cold and ice appeared here, leading straight ahead, and the next moment, the witch's left foot lightly stepped on the frosty path, and then directly turned into an afterimage-

It's not the body, it's the frosty path itself.

The one crowned by the crown of frost –

Sylvia Gray.

Seeing Sylvia swept towards the black-robed man who was entangled with Chu Lie at a speed that was not inferior to Dylan's, Archmage Edgar sighed softly, and slowly stepped forward with the staff in his hand, side by side with the Pope.

The old voice slowly fell.

"Are you just watching, the most defensive guardian knight away from here?"

"You have to understand ......"

The mage turned, staring at the Pope's indifferent old face:

"You may have buried your own life directly......"

"Even if it does, doesn't it matter? Once you have a problem, the Holy See will lose its leader in an instant, it will fall apart, and in the face of the turmoil that may occur next, losing your Holy See will inevitably suffer a huge loss! ”

"That's ...... It doesn't matter? ”

"Uh-huh......"

Looking at the knight's distant figure, the corners of the Pope's mouth raised slightly: "Are you mistaken, old friend - there is no leader in the Holy See, I am just an ordinary old man......"

"Following the same philosophy, keep moving forward, the original forerunner will fall, and then a second person will take the torch in the darkness, guiding the newcomer to sweep away the darkness in front of them and continue on the right path, even if this fire is swallowed up by the night, but as long as there is this belief, then there will eventually be a flame of the same origin, burning in this darkness......"

"The Holy See as I know it will never be so fragile, I have this confidence."

"And if I let my knights slowly fall into the abyss in order to survive, then I am not qualified to be this pope......"

"Say ...... again"

Turning his head slightly, the Pope smiled: "Isn't there still you......"

"We've had a lifelong relationship, Edgar, and this time, my life is in your hands again......"

The old mage's palms in his robes trembled slightly, and a trace of fierce and painful struggle flashed in his eyes, but then he was swallowed by the flowing scarlet and regained his original stability—

The mage bowed his head slightly:

"Ahh......h

The old voice fluttered in the wind.

"Leave your life to me......"

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