144. Serra's Plan and ...... Pit daddy

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As mentioned earlier, it is the very top of the church.

The sacred cross was mercilessly trampled under the feet, and the person who stepped on it was looking out at the battlefield in the distance.

"How long do you want me to wait?" said the big man, Monsieur Balzac, clenching his fists, asked the woman standing above.

"Don't worry, Balzac, I'm always impatient, but I can't be a good family man, aren't you very patient when facing my irises?"

Almac's secret agent, Miss Serra, stood upright at the top of the cross and smiled.

"Irises are not yours. Balzac said in a deep voice: "I don't need to obey your orders, even a mercenary knows loyalty, and I can't watch my employer being bullied! ”

"Stop. Miss Sierra said slowly: "Don't ruin my plan, unbehaving children will be punished ~ to ~ punishment ~ punishment~." ”

"Who cares about you!" Dropping this sentence, Balzac was about to leave, but a third man present reached out and stopped him.

"Serra, say your intentions. "In the whole of Almac, the only one who can stop Balzac as a paladin is Leon and Fan, and the iris that everyone understands, maybe only this handsome old guy who is also a paladin can do it.

The old handsome man, Leon's father, Dihar Ann Hart, who seemed to be the strongest fighter in Almac, had a grim face, his eyes staring at Leon who was lying in a pool of blood in the distance, and his voice was so cold that he could almost scrape out ice slag.

"Say your intentions, if everything in front of you is just a boring farce, the old man will never stop there. ”

The cold, merciless words stabbed Serra like a sharp sword, and if it were an ordinary person, I am afraid that his legs would immediately weaken, and he would fall directly under this oppressive words.

But Serra was unmoved, and only sighed.

"Does even the old man think that little Serra is doing something bad~~~~~?

"Talking about the point...... "Facing the little fox in front of him, the old handsome guy was firmly unmoved, he knew very well that up to now, the only one who could restrain this little fox was that person, in the face of Serra, even the equally shrewd Thomas could only defend passively, Dihar's past experience taught him that ignoring everything she showed and always acting at his own pace was the only way to deal with this kind of person. Although it is also possible to fall into the trap of the other party, it is better to force yourself like a clown who jumps off the beam, and finally loses the war on a battlefield that you are not familiar with.

"Everything they do is for Almac's sake. ”

Serra (pretending to be cute) sighed, and then said: "In order to let that lord get out of the ambiguous realm as soon as possible and choose the path to take in the future as soon as possible, all this is the price that must be paid no matter what, and it is not the way to gently push behind the master?"

......Balzac, who did not know much about Almac's internal affairs, was left alone, and Dihar, as the person in the know, was silent.

"Even so, this is too much, and if the Duke is killed, nothing can be done. ”

"But if you don't take this step, Almac will fall apart and suffer a catastrophe, and that's the worst of all. Miss Sierra said lightly: "You also understand this, old man, so you acquiesced in my actions, didn't you?"

"Besides......" said him, and a smile once again appeared on Serra's exotic face, "Are you underestimating your own children, and your Lord Duke?"

"The perfect interpretation of the script I have made, and even being able to surpass it, is the strength of the Duke. ”

"Wasn't that trick just done beautifully?"

On the battlefield, the beautiful Van der Almac, who had been knocked out, rolled around on the ground a few times, and finally lay on the ground without moving.

Leon fell in a pool of blood, life and death were unknown, as for Father Anderson, the moment he was knocked away by Leon, his body violently exerted force, took a step with his uninjured leg, and regained his balance.

The worst has emerged.

"Well done, Almac, you have surprised me. ”

Father Anderson, who had regained his footing, was going to end his life.

But a hand suddenly reached out and grabbed the priest's bare feet.

Anderson turned his head to look at the knight lying on the ground, covered in dust and blood, and in disarray.

"......" Leon, who couldn't even speak, just tried his best to firmly grasp the other party with the only strength he had left.

"Leon Ann Hart......" said the priest with a blank face, "I have been a brainless little devil since I was a child, and I didn't think it was a personality to hate, I was wrong......"

"Die ......"

“？！”

Leaning down and flashing backwards, Anderson narrowly dodged an arrow that flew from not far away.

Fan Zheng, covering his face and tears (or already) to flow out, was holding the crossbow in his hand and glaring at him deadly.

"It hurts me to death, bastard, you dare to do such a poisonous hand to me, your teeth are all gone!!Damn it!I will give you the death penalty, and the corpse of five horses will be divided!!"

"Only the supreme gods can decide my fate, but at this moment I can decide the fate of both of you. ”

"Die...... the knife in the priest's hand fell, targeting the head of Leon Ann Hart.

This is a lure to the enemy, even now, Anderson still doesn't really want to kill Leon, of course, it doesn't hurt if he kills the other party in battle, but to deliberately kill Leon who has lost his mobility, Father Anderson has no such plan so far.

Just like the previous counting, this is just a ploy to lure Fan around.

"......" vanished in place again, and the priest immediately became vigilant, and the perception that he had trained on countless battlefields was fully activated, and the priest was secretly wary of the duke who might suddenly appear anywhere beside him.

Danfan did not appear next to him, not even within 100 meters of him, but appeared around the corner of the street.

Run? No! That's ......

The sound of metal colliding with armor, footsteps, and a large commotion.

Almac was the most elite, led by Leon, and directly under the Knights of the Guards...... Didn't come.

The second-class Red Lotus Knights and the Green Wind Knights came.

It doesn't matter, in short, it's a legion commanded by Noy de Charles and Eck Siegfe.

Well, Noy de Charles is Red's name and Eck Siegfe is Green's name......

At the same time, in the two legions, there was a dissonance.

"What kind of script is this?Serra, you're cheating!!"

His face was still swollen, and he didn't bother to put on an expression because of the pain, and the duke, who had kept three colors, rolled his eyes surrounded by his subordinates. (To be continued.) )