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Whatever it is, tomorrow's "Kazakh Honest People's Daily" will definitely have its own name. Pen %Fun %Pavilion www.biquge.info Geroc suddenly thought, now he and his men were moving forward in a small, suffocating passage. The heat rushed in front of him and behind him, and the sounds of fighting all around him, and Geroc began to wonder if he was dreaming, a dream of fighting in hell.

Thankfully, he was awakened by a whizzing bolt that landed on the metal neck guard of one of the guards. With a bang, the bolts exploded, and the guards wailed and covered their necks. A small piece of splashed metal grazed Geralk's cheek, and he let out a war cry, more to suppress the fear in his heart.

By the time they turned around, the attackers had disappeared around the corner.

"Cunning believers of God!"

The wounded guard pulled out a bottle of medical potion and threw it on his neck.

"Keep going. Jeroc commanded, "Full speed ahead, ahem." Cover your mouth with a cloth. ”

Reluctantly, one of the guards slowly cut off his cloak with a sharp sword and damp it to get himself a makeshift mask.

"For the glory of the Speyer family. I said you! You are no different from desertion!" Geroke anxiously put his long sword around his neck, "The gods are delusional to hijack an airboat and attack the capital! If you evade, I will execute you on the spot!"

He was so frightened that he immediately tied up the strips of cloth, and the five of them ran to the control center together.

"Ignore the bolts!

Along the way, all sorts of corpses fell to the ground, including unarmed staff, guards who didn't have time to hold their swords, and elemental mages with terrible openings in their throats. The closer they got to the core, the more corpses confirmed Geroke's speculation, the air was scorching, and it seemed as if they were running towards the crater.

A pale-faced man suddenly leaped out of the shadows and plunged a dagger into the neck of one of the guards, who, wailing, fell to the ground with him in his arms. With a swing of Jerock's sword, the invisible wind elemental extended from the tip of the sword, turning into a transparent and deadly blade, easily piercing the back of the sneak attacker.

The man's body twitched and then he didn't move, and one of the guards stopped to save his companion, but Jeroc stopped him immediately.

"Time is running out!"

The guard hesitated, glanced at his companion, who was still groaning in despair, and turned to keep up with his companion. Suddenly, the airboat trembled, and the previously wounded guards fell to the ground, and then the airboat began to accelerate violently, and they hurriedly held on to the wall next to them to prevent them from falling.

Geroke gritted his teeth, he knew that the core control room had been breached! The mad god cult was piloting the empty ship, crashing into the Kazakh at an alarming speed, and the worst case scenario was that the air boat was blasted to pieces by the magic cannon on the Kazakh city wall. Whether it's a believer in God or a guard.

"Attack! Attack!"

One of the guards shouted nervously, and Geroc wanted to give him a sword more than the attacker who pounced on the fallen guard like a hungry wolf. The remaining three wielded their weapons and fought together back to back. Faced with a short sword and evil magic, the brown-haired Jeroc didn't know how many enemies there were, but he was sure there were more than them. And the reinforcements?Jeroc didn't count on them, and when they arrived, it was estimated that the entire airship was reduced to pieces, and the only thankful thing was that the corridor of the airship was not suitable for multi-person battles.

The three of them used elemental combat skills to fight their way out of a bloody path with great difficulty, and they reached the third layer. With his familiarity with the airship, Geroc lowered an iron gate to temporarily hinder some of the enemy.

Geroc grabbed a thin man's shoulder and drew his sword. His companion suddenly fell to the ground, at least five pitch-black daggers stuck in his chest. Jeroc had an ominous premonition, and he turned around and saw the culprit in black armor. Unlike the other assailants, he was dressed in heavy plate armor and wore a conspicuous silver bracelet with the damned emblem - a jawless skull.

It's the priest of the gods!

Behind him, the brown-haired captain saw the familiar core control room, but he didn't expect that the usual three-minute journey at most would actually cost them a terrible price. Victory is already in sight, as long as the core of the airship is closed and the conspiracy is foiled, they can survive if they hold on a little longer.

Immediately after the priest finished casting the spell, his companion rushed over, and according to the experience of fighting spellcasters, this is the time when the caster is at his most vulnerable. The guard was as strong as a bear and was a wrestler who once smashed Jeroc to the ground with a bruised nose and swollen face.

He first threw a sword surrounded by flames at the priest, and the sword exploded on the priest's shield. The priest took a few steps back, and the flames made it impossible for Geralk to see what he was doing. The bear-like guards spread their strong arms and tried to subdue the priest who was two heads shorter than him. Unexpectedly, Geroc, who was charging, was surprised to see the priest drop his blazing shield and open his arms to meet the tall guards.

"He's crazy?"

The thought flashed through Gerock's mind.

Something amazing happened, and a dozen and a half meter-long spikes grew from the priest's body, and he hugged the strong guard tightly. The sharp spikes pierced deep into the latter's body, and the poor guard screamed like worms strung to the spikes by a shrike bird.

As Jeroc rushed to the priest's side, the magic spikes detached from the priest's body, and the dying guard fell to the ground. Jeroc could see a sarcastic smile on the priest's pale face.

"Die!"

Jeroc roared, the wind flowing around him, the cloak fluttering, and the sword encrusted with pale green gems pointed straight at the priest's heart.

The priest slapped Jeroc with his free hand, and the powerful captain was confident that he could cut off his hand, and Jeroc was puzzled and frightened. Divine magic, like the believers in God, is evil, cunning, and changeable.

Sure enough, in the shadows beside him, a screaming woman suddenly popped out with a short sword in her hand. She had blood on her chest, and she didn't know if it was her own or someone else's. The sharp dagger was like a poisonous snake, and Gerock's neck could feel the venom of the fangs.

At this moment, several dangling daggers suddenly appeared beside the priest, shooting at Jeroc, and at the same time, his palms were filled with ominous black.

Jeroc, who was caught in the front and back, did not show a frightened expression on his face. The fluttering cloak enveloped the assailant as if it had life, and he grabbed it and pulled the assailant in front of him. A rain of daggers plunged into the woman's body, and the sneak attacker let out a dull moan.

The priest's palm touched his strong arm, and Geroc called out to the wind. The air beside the priest was like a big hand, suddenly overturning the black-armored priest, Jeroc pushed the woman into the priest's arms, and the fallen priest subconsciously grabbed anything he could.

The dying sneak attacker, after being caught by the priest, her face suddenly turned pale, and the white of death at that time, without a trace of life, withered like a flower in an instant, lost its moisture, like a dried corpse.

In an instant, Jeroc turned the tide and pursued the victory, severing the priest's head with a single sword. After taking out the two enemies, he didn't hesitate and ran to the control room.

There was only one incapable enemy in the control room, and when he saw the menacing Jeroc, he stood up in a panic and wanted to surrender. Jeroc didn't hesitate to end his life. Victory was at hand, and Geroc looked at the complex control panel, which had an emergency landing button. He pressed it, then pulled out the elemental gem from the control panel and slashed it in half with his sword.

Now, no one can control the airship.

The airboat stopped accelerating, he breathed a sigh of relief and began to retreat. Although the airship is in chaos now, it is only a matter of time before the guards take control of the airship. Geroc grabbed his sword and ran into a small alley. As long as he can save his life and survive, he will undoubtedly usher in the take-off point of his life again.

Leaning against the wall, he thought, it was more fortunate that no enemy had caught up, perhaps because they simply couldn't keep up with him.

"Thank you, vile believers of God. ”

Geroc muttered to himself and began to fantasize about the reward of the Speyer family. Single-handedly stopping the plot of the Divine Followers to attack the capital, and perhaps the Empire will give him the title of Hero of Jophia.

As soon as the corners of his mouth went up, the airboat suddenly descended rapidly, and the sudden feeling of weightlessness made the smile on his face disappear.....

"That airship is falling!" Frogissa from the tower was the first to notice that something was wrong, and he pointed to the airship in the distance, which was like a stone, falling straight to the ground.

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