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It's easy to break in, but it's hard to turn back.

Exposing your back to the enemy - this is the way to die at all times.

If it weren't for the foundation of the relationship of trust that has been cultivated over a long period of time, no one would have paid attention to this command of unknown meaning, but even so, not everyone would have appreciated the good intentions of the Honorable.

At least there are many Holy Cult soldiers who are chasing the sword-wielding man and rushing to kill him, and this is very incomprehensible - he has already killed the Chinese army, and as long as he increases his strength, he can chisel through the enemy entirely, and in this case, there must be a limit to retreating?

Under the domination of such ideas, many people are still hesitating.

But after all, only a very small number of people are obsessed, and most of them see that the sword-wielding who acts as the main force and the vanguard retreats and then stops reckless, and follows the crowd to break away.

If the matter ends here, it will be considered complete, but it is a pity that the gradual withdrawal of the large army seems to have triggered a certain mechanism, and those twisted and deformed people after a short period of stagnation, like sharks smelling blood, suddenly completely abandoned the formation, abandoned the defense, blindly the pig spurt forward, blindly crazy attack, so that the originally controllable situation, suddenly precarious.

Amy Ulysses, the queen of the palace, bore the brunt.

It is difficult to describe in words the feelings of the glorious man, and he does not have the heart to describe it at the moment—in general, it is like facing a galloping horse alone, and the sense of aggrief and powerlessness brought about by the unstoppable majestic momentum is enough to make any person who is not determined to collapse.

As one of the few people in the territory of the order who has the opportunity to face the old rulers, Amy will naturally not be overwhelmed by the demon frenzy in this area, but after the large army begins to retreat, even if the terrain he occupies is a narrow and dangerous pass due to the change of terrain, but the narrowness is only relatively speaking, for him and for small-scale battles, this is also a "big" passage that can accommodate at least a dozen people walking side by side.

Hold the point, and if these monsters aren't that crazy, killing and dying is enough to slow them down.

But now—

The physical fear that death should have brought was forcibly erased.

They, like wild horses on the loose, like a flood out of the control of a dam, galloped and roared, engulfing anything that dared to stand in their way.

Amy wasn't spared.

As the latter, he was overwhelmed by the wave set off by the monster for the first time.

Up and down, left, left and right, front, front and back, there are enemies in all directions.

Drawing his sword and looking around, as far as the eye can see, there are hideous-looking monsters everywhere.

Kill, kill until soft.

Kill, kill to gag.

If killing alone can solve the problem, then the Glorious One is willing to use the sword in his hand to kill a future!

But Amy was clear.

The crux of the matter is never the number or strength of the monsters, but the ...... Those third types exist in an unstable form of self-detonating type.

If he's not mistaken, they're in the middle of the Demon Rush.

- And with the monsters running for their lives, sooner or later they will catch up with the sword-wielding and Holy Cult warriors who he ordered to retreat, and then...... The consequences are really unimaginable.

Can it be stopped?

I'm afraid not.

The young Glory Man simply didn't have time to calm down and think, just dealing with the swarming monsters consumed most of his mental energy, and as for the quick wit to think about countermeasures in battle, sorry, he didn't.

All he could do for them was to hold back the twisted, misshapen monsters as much as he could.

Fight, fight, fight!

Fight, fight, fight!

It wasn't until the limp, wriggling, sickling, slugging monster appeared in front of him that he realized—

Danger is imminent.

- Retreat.

From his point of view, he could not see the withdrawal of the large army, but he knew very well that if he didn't leave, it would be too late.

There's no time to hesitate.

He has done all he can, and all that remains is to believe in them, in fate, in the gods.

With a sigh in her heart, Amy Ulysses ignored the monsters that were still pouring in, and withdrew without a little nostalgia.

More precisely, it is to fight a bloody way.

He was already in a sea of monsters, and the so-called retreat was nothing more than a charge that changed direction, front and back, left and right, in all directions, full of enemies.

Dazed.

And these monsters, who are like wild horses on the loose, are unaware of the enemies that exist behind them, and they are unaware of the cruel hands that the Glory One may inflict on them behind their backs.

During this period, it was not that he didn't see the stragglers struggling in the sea of monsters, but when they were quite distant from each other and were not familiar with each other, he didn't have the leisure to be a good person.

They can only be left to fend for themselves.

It's just that as there are more and more people who have fallen and the frequency of their appearances is getting higher and higher, he gradually realizes that something is wrong.

Although he hadn't counted them carefully, behind him, even if he counted those Holy Cult Army soldiers, there were only a hundred people at full range, how could there be so many laggards?

Just what he saw along the way now, there were at least forty or fifty!

It is impossible that his efforts, his fighting, did not play any role at all?

It's incredible.

Somewhere, somewhere, there must be something wrong—

Despite his gloomy mood, the Glorious One did not stop, after all, the Holy Cult Army was a stranger to him that he did not know, and his compassion was neither cheap nor overflowing.

Especially when faced with a life-and-death decision.

He doesn't feel guilty for not sacrificing himself to save others, and he doesn't feel sorry for himself.

Because

Rather than the irretrievable past, he is more concerned with the present and the future.

- For example.

Where the hell is this, and what's going on with all this?

Something is wrong, something is wrong -

Amy Ulysses's lips tightened, and although he didn't notice it at first, he realized the seriousness of the problem more and more as the monster thinned out and got closer to the periphery.

First of all, outside the monster, he didn't see the sword-wielder under his jurisdiction.

Secondly, the environment is not right.

Outside the tent where he was originally located, a pass similar to a canyon had naturally formed because of the orogeny on both sides, and now, after he broke through, he saw a steep slope with a fracture.

Not at all!

Is it in the wrong direction for him to break through? Impossible, no matter how idiotic he is, he won't even be able to tell the difference between the southeast and the northwest after being surrounded by monsters?

There must be something wrong with this!

After breaking out of the encirclement, he finally had time to catch his breath.

Standing with her sword on her hand, Amy Ulysses was covered in wet sticky blood stains, and even couldn't stop bleeding down, like a murderer who came out of a horror movie, very oozing.

It's just that the Glory One doesn't have the heart to pay attention to the image at the moment, and he is now trying to reproduce the details of his breakthrough in his mind.

When did you go wrong?

"No,"

"It should be said—"

He realized the possibility that he had ignored before, and his blue eyes suddenly lit up, and he slapped his palms violently.

—replaced. ”

And just as Amy discovered the crux of the problem, in the middle of the battlefield, the great sword-wielders of the expeditionary force also ushered in their enemies.

"Demonic Daughter—"

"Alicia Bradhardt. ”

Wyman's gaze fused for a moment on the petite girl, then looked away at a small dwarf who looked like he was only ** years old hiding behind her and grimacing at him.

"And ...... 'mischievous' Minotaur. ”

"And—"

"The labyrinth of the Minotaur. ”