Seeing the two squads of Escort Knights guarding the two exits of the banquet hall, Merlin Avery felt a little relieved. Avery didn't think the two squads of knights would be able to stop the strange enemy that the unfamiliar voice claimed, but it was at least a gesture, a threat, a threat to warn the enemy that his whereabouts had been revealed.

On the other hand, the experienced leader of the guard did not approach Avery rashly, but followed him seemingly casually, holding the hilt of his sword with his hand while greeting guests he knew or did not know.

None of the guests dared to sweep the face of the head of the guard, and smiled warmly at his blunt tone and attitude. This middle-aged officer was originally a promising high-level molten gold warrior, because he was seriously injured in a battle to protect Baron Edelman, so he lost his alchemist ability, so he won the trust of Baron Edelman, and his status in the city lord's mansion was not inferior to that of the Dallas butler.

Avery spent all his patience and circled the entire banquet hall twice, and found nothing out of the ordinary, but his doubts continued unabated. Too normal sometimes means abnormal. More than 100 guests were invited to this celebratory dinner, including almost all the forces of the Coventry city-state, large and small, and it was impossible not to have a single guy with evil intentions.

But through the investigation of alchemy, the results surprised Avery. It is not surprising that only fifteen of the 127 representatives from various forces in Coventry have reached the level of high-level molten gold warriors, who are important pillars of power and usually not low status. Strangely enough, however, these people all came bare-handed, carrying neither alchemical items for protection or attack, nor any valuable alchemy potions.

A molten gold warrior who doesn't carry an alchemical potion is even more incredible than a traveler who doesn't have clothes on a snowy day. Merlin Avery was admonished by the academy's instructor in a solemn tone in the first session of the alchemy course, "Cherish every bottle of alchemy potion on your body, and the molten gold warrior who consumes the alchemy potion indiscriminately can be ranked first on the academy's stupid list."

As for those molten warriors who have not experienced the academy, they attach more importance to alchemy potions than the academy. Having honed their superior strength through life-and-death fighting, they knew better that in many cases, a mentor who had rushed into battle could easily be defeated at the hands of a well-prepared high-level molten gold warrior.

Fifteen high-level molten gold warriors appeared in the banquet hall with their bare hands, which was even more surprising than the appearance of fifteen men without clothes. They acted as if they were deliberately avoiding one thing—if the anti-melt barrier failed and the celebration ended with a bloody assassination, the molten warriors would be a serious suspect.

Avery felt the anxiety in his heart eating away at reason, and the unfamiliar voice sounded in his ears again, "Danger is approaching, getting closer, contractor, you can't fight it, you must get out of here at once!"

"Go check the alchemy barrier. Avery turned abruptly and walked quickly past the leader of the guards, dropping out the words. "Send more people to guard there, I'm worried about ......"

A scream that seemed to come from the depths of the soul sounded from not far away, and the crowd that was still talking and laughing just now suddenly became in a commotion, and it was even more chaotic near the place where the scream came from, some people desperately tried to squeeze out, and some people let out unbelievable screams.

Avery shuddered and realized that he had made a mistake. The recent streak of victories had made him overestimate his abilities, and in any case, when he stripped away those vanity auras, he was just a young pharmacist who hadn't yet reached the level of a mentor. With the vast resources of the City of Wisdom, he has the ability to deal with some thorny problems that even a grandmaster would struggle to solve, but when danger suddenly appears in incredible ways, he is no better than an ordinary apothecary.

The commotion of the crowd intensified, and some people ran to the exit of the hall, but were stopped by the knights of the guards guarding there, and an argument broke out between the two sides. In the middle of the chaotic vortex, two more screams erupted, and this time no one wanted to continue watching, most of the guests were trying to escape from danger, but there were also a few people with subtle expressions of anticipation on their faces, slowly retreating, exchanging sinister glances with each other.

The first scream was heard in the middle of the banquet hall, at the long table where Baron and Mrs. Edelman had stooded to the many guests. Baron Edelman Bripes stood barely on a high-backed chair with a sword in hand, his eyes were hideous, half of his body was stained with blood, and his otherwise dignified and majestic face was distorted by shock and pain.

In front of Baron Edelman, there stood a monster with a terrifying appearance, which looked like a woman who had been skinned, but behind its body was a pair of huge fleshy wings like bats, ten fingers with sharp ends like blood-stained spears, two rows of sharp fangs in the open mouth, no pupils in both eyes, and a terrifying blood red.

The monster's body emitted a strong smell of blood and sulfur, like a demon from purgatory that had just crawled out of the bottomless abyss. Baron Edelman was covered in blood from his right shoulder to his elbow, and it was the monster's sudden claw that pierced through the protection of the three alchemical objects on Baron Edelman's body like cutting parchment, and then tore through the quasi-grandmaster-level steel body and repulsive shield, and immediately hit the master of the Thornflower family, Baron Edelman Brippes, the chief molten gold warrior of Coventry.

Psychological trauma is clearly more serious than physical trauma. Baron Edelman, as if he couldn't believe his eyes, turned his gaze from the monster to the torn pieces of rich clothing at his feet, and then back to the monster. This was repeated several times.

"My dear...... Veronica, how could you ...... How did it come to be like this?"

Like poor Madame Veronica, there were two other monsters, one of whom was the head of the Butchers' Federation, and the other was the representative of Silver Diamond Accounting Firm, both of whom were at the bottom of Coventry's many trade unions.

After scratching Baron Edelman, Lady Veronica fell silent, and although her breath was still bloody and terrifying, she did not make any threatening movements. But the other two monsters were different, they rushed into the crowd without reason, slaughtering for no purpose, with incredible strength and razor-sharp claws, spilling severed limbs and blood everywhere, screaming one after another. That bloody scene can't even be compared to the hell depicted by the painter's pen.

Seeing that the situation was critical, the leader of the guard left Merlin Avery and pounced on one monster with his sword, shouting orders from his men to rally and stop the killing of the other monster.

His approach was not brave, but under the cover of the anti-alchemic barrier, the molten warriors among the guests were all like waste—in fact, they were still like waste when the barrier was closed—fast as lightning, with hundreds of kilograms of strength, enough to knock the heavily armored knight over, and the blood-red monster was simply an unstoppable opponent.

As soon as the two sides came into contact, there was a series of screams, and the knights of the guards fell to the ground and died, and the leader of the guards himself was also clawed in the chest, and the whole person was thrown out like a bundle of straw, and if there was no wall to stop it, it was even very likely to be thrown out of the building.

Merlin Avery had given up on stopping the monsters, he was an apothecary, not a molten gold warrior, and even a molten gold warrior would only die in vain under the cover of the anti-molten alchemic barrier. Taking advantage of the confusion, Avery ran to the leader of the fallen guards and reached out and pressed his hand to the side of his neck.

The leader of the guards was unconscious, his chest like a can that had been dug open by a screwdriver, his ribs were misaligned, and wriggling internal organs could be faintly seen in a blood-red wound. However, the artery on the side of his neck was still beating, not strong, but fortunately, it was not intermittent.

"There is salvation. Avery whispered to himself, opening his satchel and taking out a bottle of concentrated green steel potion, first activating the power of the potion with mental power, and then pouring the potion into the mouth of the leader of the guard as fast as possible.

After the potion was poured into his throat, the leader of the guards quickly came to his senses, and the lingering taste in his mouth made him scare for a second before realizing that he was halfway healed from the serious injuries that could kill him.

"It's ...... Alchemy?" The leader of the guards struggled to his feet, his eyes wandering for his sword, and grabbed the corner of Avery Robes, as if he had grasped the last straw. "Please, Iron Master, Your Excellency the Baron is in great danger right now......"

"Baron Edelman's life is not necessarily in danger, we are the ones who are very dangerous. Avery replied with a cold face, "I made a mistake, and so did His Excellency the Baron, and I don't know if there is any chance of recovery." No one can fight these monsters under the anti-melt alchemy barrier, and as many people rush up as they want to die, all you have to do now is to organize as many guests as possible to escape from here. ”

"All the people here together are not as precious as the life of His Excellency the Baron. With a hundred sacrifices for nothing, maybe you will get a chance for His Excellency Baron to escape!" the leader of the guards declared in a firm tone, "I owe you my life, Iron Master, but I can't repay it." ”

He had found his saber, but the sharp sword that had been worn by a good blacksmith and had accompanied him through many fierce battles had broken into several pieces and scattered to the ground. The leader of the guard sighed, picked up a heavy, sturdy chair, and strode towards a blood-red monster that was slaughtering like crazy.

"It's really stupid, really. Seeing the leader of the guards rushing towards the monster, Avery couldn't help but sigh again, and then gathered his spiritual power to communicate with his Immortal followers through the fluctuating frequency of the City of Wisdom. "Victor, Satum, Gana Enlais, can you hear me?"

"There's some noise, my lord, but the clarity is okay. The leader of Victor replied first, "Is there really an accident at the celebration banquet that Satum is with me?"

"It's not a surprise that it happened. Satum's voice then rang out.

"I'm Cana Enlais and I've arrived at my intended location. The third one sounded the voice of the Blackwing Reaper, mixed with the sound of the howling wind, "Fifteen hundred meters above the ground, the wind at this height is really pleasant." ”

"Victor, how many more people do you have over there that can come in handy, at least at the mentor level, don't count those high-level molten gold warriors. ”

"Six, Your Excellency, counting me and Satum is eight. ”

"Okay, let Satum stay, everyone else rush to the City Lord's Mansion, don't enter the gate, break the wall and rush in, and then wait for my orders. ”

Victor was visibly taken aback, and it took several seconds for his surprised voice to be heard, "That's not what the original plan was...... Your Excellency, have you changed your mind?"

"Of course, don't worry about any plans, Victor, do as I say. Jaana Enlais, I'll leave it to you to close the anti-melt alchemy barrier. ”

"Convincing a team of determined defenders is probably not an easy task. The Blackwing Death Reaper Gana Enlais replied with a slight smile in his mind. "Your Excellency, do you prioritize completing your mission?"

"Then try not to hurt them, at least not let them lose their lives. Avery said as he raised his right hand, and three ice-blue rays of light flashed one after another, accurately hitting the chest, right shoulder, and right hand of a blood-red monster. The blue mist that erupted was extremely cold, covering the monster's body with a layer of hoarfrost, and effectively hindering the monster's movements, allowing it to swing its claws and save the pale face of the guard leader.

From the time he started charging to the moment he was knocked to the ground by the monster shattering the chair, the leader of the guard lasted only a few seconds. In terms of strength, speed, and experience in hand-to-hand combat, the Guardian Leader is one of the best knights in the banquet hall, and the rest of the Guardian Knights are even more vulnerable. Having lost half of their companions, frightened by the blood and the imminent slaughter, they huddled together like frightened quails along with the guests who had not been able to escape the hall.

Both exits of the banquet hall had been blocked by corpses due to the crowding and trampling of each other, and it would take at least a few minutes to clear a way out. However, under the threat of the extremely efficient slaughter of the two blood-red monsters, the hall was full of figures running wildly, and no one thought about the importance of maintaining order, to be honest, when no one could stop the monster's crazy slaughter, no one's orders would be obeyed.

Merlin Avery's Frost Ray was the first time that the blood-red monster posed a slight threat, and it also attracted the monster's attention. The blood-red monster let out a muffled roar with its fanged mouth, then shook off the frost and bent down to lunge at Avery like an arrow from a string! )