The crowd was amazed and delighted, and many jumped up excitedly, waving hats, clothes, weapons, and everything they could, shouting at that side.

"Hurry!"

"It's our people, it's our people!"

As if hearing their roars, the small dots of light that densely converged into a river accelerated the speed of the rush. Like a rushing river of lava, they burst diagonally from the upper right corner behind the demon swarm, and then sliced through the entire demon swarm at incredible speed.

It's overwhelming!

One, two, ten, twenty......

At first, when the figures that broke through the blockade of the demon group rushed to this side, and gradually broke away from the black background and revealed in the nearby light, everyone was counting. But soon, no one could continue.

Everyone looked at the team in front of them in amazement.

Although the clothes were ragged, although many were carrying torn weapons and shields, although they were also scarred, the faces of each of them were so excited and full of energy.

They ran, roared, and even provoked demons who had been cut to the ground. The relaxed appearance was more like a shower of rain in the sun than a terrifying tide of thousands of demons that they had just rushed through.

And when they arrived at the guardian tower one by one, everyone was extremely shocked to find that there were more than two hundred and seventy of them. It can be said that except for the dead people, the remaining scattered mercenaries in the entire garden were all hit together.

Who did it?

How did he do all this?

By the time these questions flashed through my mind, the crowd had already exploded.

"Berry, damn it, you're still alive!" a mercenary rushed to his recognized companion with red eyes, and the two hugged each other tightly.

"Carter, oh my God, and Bell!"

"Captain!"

"Mr. Spengler!"

The mercenaries rushed down the steps in ecstasy. Hugging with his surviving companions, he laughed with tears in his eyes. Two of them even fought. They punched each other with old fists, and after they both fell to the ground, they hugged each other and cried with their foreheads.

"That's the Miller brothers. Two madmen, leave them alone!" someone next to them looked at them, smiling with red eyes.

The emotions are completely cathartic at this moment.

After this horrific catastrophe. Although the way to survive is still slim, being able to reunite with the brothers who have been fighting side by side for many years at this moment of still alive still makes these unruly men unable to suppress the tears that burst out of their eyes.

To hell with what a damn calm, what a damn restraint, what a damn image!

For a moment, in the open space full of black mud in front of the guardian tower, the crowds on both sides were staggered like beans, hugging each other. Roaring, laughing, and even crying. The scene was so chaotic, so noisy, yet so vibrant, joyful.

Morton's face was gloomy, looking at all this in front of him. He wasn't sure if that was a good thing or a bad thing for him.

After the team arrives at the Guardian Tower. The number of human mercenaries has reached more than four hundred.

These people are the elite of the major mercenary groups, and they are the most elite part of the mercenary community in the south of the entire empire. On weekdays. They were scattered across the vast land, each to his own thing. If it weren't for the discovery of the Abyss Ruins, even the royal family would not have been able to bring them together.

When they are scattered in the garden, surrounded by thousands of demons, they may be just a lone wolf struggling in the snow. But when they gathered, they were a powerful force that could shake the entire southern part of the empire!

The strength and number of knights. It is always the standard by which a knight is judged to be strong or weak.

Most of the knightly orders in general consisted of armed knights and brave knights. As the lowest and largest part of the entire Knights' Pyramid, they are the basis of human force among the armies of the three empires, the merchant convoys, the mercenary regiments, and the private armies of the large and small lords.

And the just knights. It was a watershed moment in the strength of the knights.

Their strength is not bad, and their numbers are not small. Therefore, it has always been the main group of people that major forces are vying to recruit. A knight group with at least 300 just knights forming a core team of long knights is a knight with real combat effectiveness.

So, how terrible would a knightly order of the Knights of Glory, the Knights of Light, the Magisters of the Sun, and the Sages of the Firmaments be?

The answer to this question, even an idiot knows.

A squadron of fifty knights of glory can crush a knightly order of three hundred knights and thousands of knights. They will be like a sharp knife, cutting the cake back and forth until it is shattered.

If there were a few more Sun Magisters or a Sky Sage or two—it would have been a one-sided slaughter, no doubt.

However, on the pyramid of knights, not many people can climb to this point. Moreover, they are not something that ordinary forces can recruit.

At this level, they basically have everything that an ordinary person can dream of. Land, Wealth, Identity and Status...... Perhaps their heritage and accumulation are not as good as the traditional nobles, or maybe they are just a little knight who is almost an honorary title.

But what they have is enough for them to refuse anyone's solicitation as they wish.

Therefore, the only people who can recruit this part of the population are usually the Holy See, the three imperial royal families, and the top nobles such as Lanris, Donald, Barnes, and the four families. And more Glory Knights are distributed in different places for different reasons.

Just like these mercenaries, they come from dozens of different mercenary groups and forces. They join these forces either because they have grown up from there, or because they have some kind of relationship with the head of the regiment or a high-ranking person, or because they are like-minded, or because they need something.

And more people are still lone rangers who do not belong to any force. If it weren't for the discovery of the abyss ruins this time, they would not have bothered to go to the mission hall, let alone form a team to explore.

And now, they have come together to form this horrible group.

Since the fall of the magical civilization, the reason why humans are still able to compete with the demons is that they are still able to compete with the demons. can still be the ruler of the major races in the Salvation Continent, which is still alive, because of the vast steel torrent formed by the gathering of countless knights.

When these lone wolves form a wolf pack, their combat effectiveness will increase exponentially. Relying on this extremely strong guardian tower, it is not impossible to fight against tens of thousands of demons.

That's certainly a good thing.

But at the same time, Morton is also aware of the increase in numbers. It means the dilution of one's own strength. It's impossible to control this place now. If you still want to forcibly suppress it, you may be forced to face hundreds of people.

Morton wasn't that stupid.

Therefore, he quickly made up his mind to retreat for the time being and be a quiet bystander until the situation became clearer again. Just like you did when you first arrived at the Tower.

Morton believes that even if he still doesn't make a move, no one will jump out and challenge him. These mercenaries are not a real army after all. They are inherently scattered. Camp. Positions, character concepts and interests can cause them to disagree.

They may be able to work together against demons, but they won't be stupid enough to jump out and provoke a paladin on their own.

They don't have such a reason, and they don't have such strength.

Meanwhile, a question swirled in Morton's mind. He wondered how these people had gathered. You know, you're also running away in this damn garden. I know better than anyone how vast this garden is. How complex the terrain is.

Hundreds of people were scattered among them, fighting on their own. It's almost impossible to gather. Otherwise, he Morton would have done it a long time ago.

But what you can't do by yourself, someone has done it.

If these people are walking around on their own and gathering together by good luck, then it is naturally best. But if there was a leader among them...... There was a dangerous glint in Morton's eyes. He would not allow the existence of such a person.

And at this very time. A thunderstorm mercenary whispered in Morton's ear, "Look over there, my lord." ”

Morton looked in the direction indicated by the thunderstorm mercenary. I saw that in the crowd, a thin black-haired young man was walking quickly up the steps and walking towards the guard tower. He walked in a hurry, and his expression was serious. He was also followed by Yárvis, Sanchez and Shazo.

And as they moved, the noisy crowd seemed to realize something, and suddenly fell silent. Some of the people who had been in the tower earlier were whispering something to the newcomers, and they exchanged their heads and swept their eyes over their side and the brunette boy.

Soon, dozens of people came out of the crowd and walked quickly in the direction of the kid.

Morton raised an eyebrow.

Of course he knew what was going on. But so what? Could it be that the kid named Leo and the people around him still dare to attack him?

Seeing Leo enter the guardian tower, Morton said lightly: "Let's go, let's take a look." ”

From the moment he arrived at the bottom of the Guardian Tower, Roy noticed that something was wrong. Among the people who greeted him, he didn't see Rondero, he didn't see Olivia, he didn't see Wood, he didn't see Lake, Aph, Racios, Tusu, or anyone else around them.

And when he observed through the control circle in the magic tower before, he knew very well that they were here. Even if something happens to one or two, it is absolutely impossible for everyone to disappear.

Sure enough, he soon heard the news of Morton's move to Londello and the others from the mouths of several mercenaries of the combined team guarding the tower.

Roy strode into the tower.

At this moment, in the tower, Olivia, Tusu and Racios had just woken up and were helped to sit aside. Tu Su, Wood, and a few wounded mercenaries were breathing. Everyone had scars on their bodies, blood on the corners of their mouths, and their faces were as pale as white paper.

On the stone platform next to him, Lake lay quietly. Rondello stood beside him. Like a silent and dilapidated sculpture.

"Leo?!"

The first to see Roy was Racios.

The gnome's eyes widened and he exclaimed with some uncertainty. He stood up suddenly, perhaps too excited to get involved in the wound, and let out a muffled grunt. But the intense pain only diverted his attention for less than a second, and his eyes returned to Roy, his eyes full of surprise.

As Racios screamed, the others also looked up in disbelief. When they saw Roy and Yalvis and the others beside him, everyone's eyes lit up...... Happy New Year to all of you...... (To be continued.) )