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The words of the knights were in their ears again. Like the vows that echoed in his heart every night, like-minded people have such footprints there. Whether they are men or women, old or children, powerful or ordinary, ideals are not noble or lowly because of people.

His heart is full of blood, and the most proud thing in life is to meet a group of like-minded friends on the road of pursuing the same truth.

Now, right here, they're right there with him.

Just like the comrades-in-arms who fought side by side back then. Setbacks, failures, and death could not stop them, and others laughed at them as fools, holding on to a truth that did not exist. But the world itself is not like this, and nothing is born with a special meaning.

In the silence, Paladin Clarence suddenly shouted:

"Long live the light!"

"Long live justice!"

"Evil will turn away, and light will come!"

The voice echoed through the rain, and Arnold found himself unable to utter a word.

Paladin Clarence leaps high, the unicorn's huge wings levitating steadily in the air, and the meaning is self-evident, he takes the lead in attracting fire.

They negotiated, and in the end, Arnold led Celine Meredith forward, and everyone else used it to attract more demons.

The thin line began to move forward.

Sure enough, they attracted an army of demons. The Cerberus galloping forward in a line was like a rolling red wave, facing the team of less than thirty people in the center of the battlefield and swallowing everything along its way.

This gave Arnold a precious respite. He took Celine Meredith, who had hidden all the aura, from the edge, and sped forward.

But even this stretch of road is not unstable.

Although the hill-like hellhounds could not see them, they were sometimes unable to avoid it when they pounced on them from the front, and Arnold could only lift his cloak and pierce the throats of these monsters with a sword from below, allowing the foul-smelling blood to spurt out, causing the huge demons to slam crookedly into several more of their kind.

However, the fallen Cerberus did not attract much attention from its kind, the demons were already fond of fighting each other, and such a stampede during a group charge was so trivial that no one paid attention to the corner of the battlefield.

The demons gradually became denser, and everyone felt the ground churning beneath their feet.

The barbarians in the sky were the first to approach the humans in the center of the battlefield. Thunder Sword Adonis raised his head, his gray eyes reflecting those hideous and terrifying faces. The monsters in the sky screamed and spread their wings like sharp arrows at them.

Several brute demons crashed into the knights' formation, knocking several knights into the air. They were far more powerful than the Hellhounds, and Adonis saw the knights shattered as glass. The flesh below exploded from the tremendous pressure. The blood vessels burst open and turned into a cloud of scattered plasma.

"Kill!"

The Thunder Sword Adonis shouted angrily, and the huge sword frantically slapped these demons away.

But demons are like a tide, wave after wave, endlessly, and they can't be killed.

"Be careful!"

A silver light pierced through the rain, piercing Adonis.

"Ahem. Adonis was not dead, his eyes widened, and he reflexively slashed his sword.

The sword was as fast as it was infinitely fast, and with a muffled snort, purple blood dripped from the shadowless void, and several black wings fell down.

The figure of the fallen angel, Philomena, was suddenly exposed to the void.

"Fallen Angel, die!"

Paladin Clarence was filled with infinite holy light, shining like a lamppost in the dark night.

The massive spearhead collided with Philomena's Sword of Annihilation, resulting in a terrifying explosion.

The collision of darkness and light, like fate, is once again dueling.

Only Philomena, who is at the peak of the Truth Realm, is on par with Paladin Clarence, a fallen angel, and is worthy of being a fighting race.

Every fallen angel is a terrifying swordsman, and fighting is as simple as a routine.

When Buanod turned around, he saw the Paladin Clarence representing the banner in the distance, standing far away in the rain and not falling.

Arnold looked back heavily, knowing that all hope now depended on him - if he could tear down the portal sooner - there might be a chance of redemption.

He was only a few hundred meters away from the teleportation array.

It looks like victory is at hand.

Everyone couldn't help but subconsciously quicken the pace.

The line of defense formed by the long-horned demon at the back was already clearly visible.

Donald drew his sword. Everyone has opponents, and now he is the only one who can spell a line for Arnold.

Donald didn't wait for Arnold's order and rushed towards those high-ranking demons like a golden-red line, the twelve long-horned demons were obviously stunned by the strong enemy that suddenly appeared in front of him, and before they could react, the two heads closest to Arnold and his party were already caught in a sea of fire by Donald before they could let out an exclamation.

There is naturally only one fate waiting for them.

Thirty meters.

The magic of the Cloak of Concealment from Meredith was finally exhausted, and they were revealed.

Then Arnold took her with him and frantically pounced on the third teleportation array.

Donald, Anthony, and Clarence, who was besieged in the middle of the battlefield, saw the scene at the same time as the fallen angel Philomena......

It would be nice to have a little more effort! Almost everyone probably has this in their minds.

Only the fallen angel Philomena smiled mysteriously.

"Boom!"

A terrifying aura suddenly descended out of thin air and was applied to everyone on the battlefield.

The coercion of the demon lord!

Arnold's hair immediately stood on end. The feeling of depression he felt was as if a god had suddenly descended into this realm.

He looked up and watched as the space next to the portal vibrate. Then, a huge golden-red door of light suddenly opened beside Meredith without warning, and before everyone could react, a huge three-headed monster that seemed to be made of crimson fat was squeezed out of the door.

The unique shape could only make Arnold think of one name - Mecar, the Lord of Chaos.

At that moment, Arnold's heart tightened.

"Be careful! Meredith!" he shouted with all his strength.

But late. Meredith only had time to unleash the Holy Rank Defense Magic, but the next moment, the Demon King's claws had already shattered the magic and passed through her body.

With a sharp thud, blood-red claws pierced Meredith like three sharp swords. Shoot her out mercilessly.

Meredith's mouth widened. It seems that there is a look of surprise at the last moment. But blood immediately poured out of her mouth and nose.

Her mouth closed one by one, but finally hung her head weakly.

"No—" Arnold's eyes cracked, he could scarcely believe what he was seeing.

The heart sank incessantly.

He could only hope that Meredith, the most tenacious jade dragon with the most vigorous force, could survive.

And Mecal, the king of chaos, finally noticed the young man at his feet. Its three huge heads looked back at the portal, and then at Arnold, and it guessed the intentions of these humans in an instant, and its face couldn't help but show a trace of hideous anger. Reading, a better reading experience.