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At this moment, a silver brilliant light burst out from the side, accompanied by a strong flash of light and explosions, and these mid-rank demonic beasts that rushed towards Gray were all cleanly blown to pieces.

Lyles gently stroked his bangs, and then said to Gray with a smile: "What, is your physical strength a little out of place?"

Looking at Lyles's relaxed appearance, Gray couldn't help but shake his head and smile bitterly, among the three major generals in White City, Lyles was only weaker than Connell, if the two really fought head-on, the victory or defeat would only be four or six.

And compared to these two guys whose strength was firmly at the power level early, and could even break through to the peak of power at any time, Gray's strength was more than a step weaker.

Facing either of them, Gray doesn't think the odds of winning are more than 20%.

After taking a few breaths, Gray put his long sword on the ground, and his free right hand pushed forward hard, and in Lyles's surprised gaze, Gray summoned dozens of thunderbolts in one breath, clearing the nearly hundred demonic beasts in front of him in one go.

"City ...... When will the so-called reinforcements of the city lord arrive? If we continue to fight like this, I'm afraid we won't be able to last long!"

Although his physical strength is quite abundant, but seeing that the soldiers around him have begun to suffer from physical exhaustion and serious injuries, Gray asked Lyles with a little anxiety.

Looking at the bearded man in front of him, who was very greedy, but who had worked with him like a brother for decades, Lyles really didn't want to lie to him.

There was a pause, and in Gray's expectant gaze, Lyles said, "Well, don't expect too much from the backup. ”

“...... What do you mean? Could it be that Master Morakot has given up on us?" asked Gray, his eyes widened in disbelief.

Hurriedly shook his head, Lyles didn't want Gray to misunderstand, but it didn't matter if the current situation was mistaken or not, the situation was very serious anyway.

"You misunderstood me, Lord Morakot is indeed trying to find reinforcements for us, but the way may be ...... Not quite appropriate. ”

Looking at Lyles' slurring appearance, a bad premonition rose in Gray's heart.

Ignoring that he was still on the battlefield at this time, he reached out and grabbed Lyles's shoulder armor hard, and asked loudly: "Don't spit out, tell me clearly, what happened?"

Sighing, Lyles's wave of his hand unleashed two silver magic slashes, killing all the surrounding demonic beasts that intended to sneak up on the two.

"Mistress Morakot, he...... In order to find enough reinforcements, agreeing to Astarot's method, he decided to use sacrifice to summon the army!"

As Lyles thought, Gray was furious when he heard the news.

He was already a little lacking in magic power, but at this time, a powerful magic energy flow burst out from all over his body, and even the surrounding demonic beasts and warriors were swept away.

"What are you talking about!?Lord Morakot, he would do such a thing!?This can't be! This must have been bewitched by that guy from Astaroth!"

Like Lyles, Gray doesn't have much affection for the mysterious man Astarrot, who suddenly ran out a few years ago and claimed to have been saved by Morakot.

After getting the news from Lailes, Gray's first reaction was that Morakot had been deceived.

Shaking his head, Lyles said with a heavy face, "I'd love to prove your claims right, but Lord Morakot did make these choices on his own. And when I tried to dissuade him, he ordered me to leave immediately. ”

Gray shook his head, clenched his sword, turned around and began to frantically attack the monsters around him.

Originally, he had been calculating the remaining magic and physical strength, and he was completely desperate at this time, just kept swinging his sword, releasing magic, and slashing demonic beasts!

"Gray, Gray!" Lyles, who noticed that Gray's condition was not quite right, hurriedly called him a few times, and looked at Gray's bloodshot eyes when he looked back, Lyles could only shake his head silently.

"Anyway, let's get ready first!, although that guy swore frankly to the lord of the castle that the demon army would never hurt our own people, but I can't trust him, so we'd better be careful. ”

Nodding, Gray didn't say anything, just turned around and continued to slay the beast.

Standing next to him, Lyles, who saw his movements, sighed helplessly, and then looked up at the dark clouds that covered the entire sky.

"Let's hope everything goes well! When this battle is over, I will definitely propose to Prince Azi desperately!" Lyles thought with some uneasiness in his heart, looking speechless.

Sitting beside Cyril's bed, Harrow looked at Cyril who was sleeping with a solemn expression.

The kind of potion that Harrow had given Cyril before was a very unique potion that quickly healed mental damage and most of the magic discomforts, and the only price was to fall into a lethargy.

However, this kind of lethargy will not bring bad effects to the user, and the potion will continue to repair the user's mental damage during sleep.

And this kind of repair will have a good impact on the user, and all the bad impurities in the user's spiritual sea will be eliminated in the lethargy.

Therefore, the user who is sleeping should have a very good looking complexion, but Cyril is pale at this time, and he is constantly breaking out in a cold sweat.

Considering that Cyril had a high chance of falling into a nightmare, Harrow didn't dare to wake him up directly.

Unlike ordinary people who have nightmares, being a professional has a very powerful, even incredibly powerful spiritual power.

The more powerful the spiritual power, the greater the power it will release, and even at a certain level, it may affect the real world.

There have been more than one similar case before, when a powerful professional who was having a terrible nightmare was woken up.

Then, because the professional's mental power was too strong, that terrible nightmare was actually projected in the real world.

Hero gently stretched out her index finger and pointed it on Cyril's forehead, and although she couldn't wake Cyril, she could use this method to invade Cyril's dreams. Find a way to help him get rid of the terrible nightmare, which may make Cyril's situation better.

Unexpectedly, as soon as the silvery-white finger touched Cyril's forehead, Harrow let out an exclamation, and her index finger was immediately retracted as if it were electrocuted.

"How...... What's going on!?" said Herlo in disbelief as she looked at Cyril, who was still pale.

You must know that although she can't use too strong strength now, her own mental strength is there.

Professionals who were originally in a state of sleep were in the most relaxed state, and it was also the time when their spiritual barriers were the weakest.

It is no exaggeration to say that Harrow has the confidence to invade the spiritual sea of any epic professional in a sleeping state, and even some legends she is sure to be able to invade.

And the Cyril in front of him, who looked short and thin, and even looked like a girl, the strength of his spiritual sea was incredibly powerful.

Harrow had just tried to invade, but he was bounced out by a powerful and incredible spiritual force.

Even if the strength of a power-level professional burst out before, Harrow didn't think that Cyril was very powerful, after all, he was a dragon, and it was understandable that he could use certain secret techniques.

But his original strength was obviously only at the peak of the elite level, and according to the power level that he had burst out before, it was impossible for his spiritual power to resist Helo's spiritual invasion.

Looking at Cyril who was still asleep with a solemn face, Harrow sighed slightly, she didn't want to explore too much about other people's affairs, maybe Cyril had some secrets.

With that in mind, Harrow stood up and took a bottle of incense from the counter and placed it next to the bedside table.

When the incense was lit and the whole room was filled with a white mist, Cyril's face became a little more beautiful.

"Then I'm here to thank Master Morakot. ”

Looking at Morakot's body lying in a pool of blood, Astarot bowed to his corpse very solemnly.

The right hand hidden under the robe hooked slightly, and the blood flowing from Morakot's body slowly rose, converging into a stream of blood that was already in the Holy Grail.

With the fusion of blood, the color of the fundamentally crystal clear magic array dimmed slightly, and it looked a little more ghostly and evil.

Stepping forward slightly, Astarot unfolded his robe and placed his withered right hand on Morakot's chest, then he took a deep breath and gently raised his hand upward.

Morakot's originally empty chest was pulled out by Astarot with a fist-sized orb of glowing blue light.

After carefully observing for a long time, Astarott said with some emotion: "Obviously the strength is not very good, but the soul is unusually pure and powerful, it really deserves to be a member of the White family!"

Astarot thrust the fingers of his right hand into the floating orb, then stirred it slightly.

With a silent fluctuation, the sphere shattered with a bang, turning into countless points of light the size of a grain of rice scattered around.

And these dark blue points of light were all sucked in by the slowly rotating magic array, looking at the dark purple magic array that had turned into a dark purple after absorbing the soul fragments, Astaroth's face hidden under the mask showed a faint smile.

"Ahhh......h It worked. (To be continued.) )