In those ancient ballads sung by bards, the protagonists of the stories are generally dominated by the strong men of the silver rank, and there are few legends about the strong men of the gold rank in the world. [For more exciting novels, please visit]

In fact, this can't be blamed on those bards, the highest level that can be reached in the mortal world is usually the silver rank, and those real gold-level powerhouses have left the mortal level, and one by one the gods and dragons are not visible, basically no one can, or is qualified to grasp their whereabouts.

In addition to this, there is a more important reason, that is, the powerhouses of the Golden Rank rarely fight opponents of the same level unless they have to.

The Silver Secret Realm is rugged and bumpy, densely covered with thorns, and the tenacious will and vitality on the road to advancement are the most basic elements, otherwise how can they stand out from thousands of people. Those who are strong enough to advance to the silver rank have more or less some life-saving hole cards.

However, from a certain point of view, the more important the ability, the rarer it becomes, and the secret art of saving life may have its own merits, but it is already a great fortune to be able to accept the inheritance, and no one is qualified to pick and choose. For the vast majority of people, it is enough to save their own life, and too much luxury is greed.

But when they reach the realm of the Golden Rank, these powerhouses will find themselves encountering a very embarrassing bottleneck. Their bodies have evolved out of the mortal level and evolved into higher-level existences, and in this case, many life-preserving secret techniques that were originally regarded as treasures will become like chicken ribs, and it is a pity to discard them tastelessly.

For example, the healing technique of the temple sacrifice can instantly heal a seriously injured civilian, but there is nothing that can be done about the elemental burn on Tiana's face. What can cause trauma to the gold-rank powerhouse must also be a powerful force of the same rank, and the effect of low-level treatment methods is minimal.

To put it simply, the vitality of a Gold-rank powerhouse is strong enough, but it lacks an effective means of healing. During the palace upheaval ten years ago, the knight of the golden lion, Leonard, was seriously injured and has not been cured until now. The puppeteer was also injured at the time, and although he received a national resource tilt after joining the royal family, he still has not fully recovered.

After ten years of hard work and begging for mercy, the state that finally recovered turned into flowing water, and the grief and anger in the puppeteer's heart can be imagined. If he still can't catch this little girl this time, he can't imagine how miserable he will be in the rest of his life. Although his body had almost reached its limit, he was sure that Diana would be more injured than he was, and that she would be completely incapacitated.

Even if there were still diehards of the North Wind family in the city, it was impossible for them to send another Golden Rank to cause trouble for them, and as for those imps under the gold, it was just a disturbing noise...... With this confident idea, the doll master crossed the sandstorm and looked up to see a young man running away with Diana in his arms.

The puppeteer's brow furrowed, his face gloomy, although he admired the young man's courage from a personal point of view, but it would be foolish for him to think that he could escape from the hands of a gold-rank powerhouse. The seriously injured Golden Rank is still the Golden Rank, which is an existence that mortals cannot imagine.

The puppeteer wiped the blood from his mouth and raised his hand at the fleeing young man, a very thin thread ricocheting from between his fingers, piercing the ruins between the two sides with the speed of an arrow, and shooting straight at the back of the young man's neck.

Once again, things went beyond the puppeteer's expectations, and the blow that was supposed to hit the target did not hit the target, and the silk thread slashed twenty centimeters away from the young man's side, catching nothing.

"Huh?" the doller's eyes changed as he had just relaxed, and he looked at his fingers in disbelief as he retracted the thread. A deviation of twenty centimeters at a distance of two hundred meters may be an excellent result for an archer, but it is an insult in disguise for a gold-ranked powerhouse.

The puppeteer snorted, stretched out three fingers, and once again aimed at the target that was running farther and farther. That young man was at least silver-ranked, and his speed of action was far beyond that of ordinary people. Of course, it doesn't matter in normal times, but now if you don't pay attention, I'm afraid I'll let him run away. The puppeteer only had one chance left to make a move, and if he didn't succeed, he would probably have to drag his half-crippled body to chase him down.

Three silk threads shot out again, completely blocking all the directions of the young man's dodge. The puppeteer's face softened slightly, but then it was difficult to look at.

Just as the three silk threads were about to pierce the young man's body, the young man made an abrupt turn. The action of turning the corner was expected by the puppeteer, but to his surprise, according to such an instant, the young man's body was actually split in two, and even the girl who was held in his arms was exactly the same.

The puppeteer's fingers trembled subconsciously, and the three silk threads once again missed the target. Just as he hesitated, the figure of the young man blurred again, and it was once again split into four people fleeing in different directions.

Clones...... Mirroring?Magic?"The puppeteer is worthy of being an old gold-level powerhouse, and it only took a little thought to come up with the correct answer. As a magic swordsman who learns puppetry, he is no stranger to magicians who also play tricks. If it is put on the usual little trick that cannot be put on the table, it will be more fun for him, but at this moment, he can't help but have a headache.

With the perception ability of a gold-rank powerhouse, it was just a piece of cake to distinguish these mirrors, but the problem was that the young man had already run a long distance, and the puppeteer himself did not dare to do strenuous exercise because of his injury. In this moment, the young man had fled to a distance of three hundred meters, which was usually only a step away, but now his situation did not allow him to take such a step.

If this distance was further widened, the young man would be out of the range of the puppeteer's perception, in which case the puppeteer did not dare to be afraid of his head and tail any longer, he gritted his teeth, and gently touched the ground with his cane, and the metal garbage around him immediately gathered and wrapped around him, gradually growing hands and feet and enveloping him in the core.

Desperately rushing forward with the unconscious Diana in his arms, he grew up in the Sword Castle and knew the terrain well. If he had to choose, Ximako would have jumped into the sewer as soon as possible. Although the sewer system of Sword Castle is not very large, only insiders of the North Wind family know that there are underground mines in some corners of the sewers.

He felt that he could be safe as long as he hid in the mines, but the Miss Lanstadt rejected the proposal, saying that within the perception range of the gold-rank powerhouse, there was no safety in heaven or on earth. Although it was intellectually difficult to accept, perhaps because the girl looked similar to the eldest lady of his own family, Ximako chose to believe it and agreed to arrange the escape plan for her.

Now Sima Ke finally knew that the young lady was right, with his current strength was far from enough to resist the coercion of a gold-rank powerhouse, even the murderous aura hundreds of meters away could make his hands and feet cold, and his blood almost coagulated. When the puppeteer's thread was aimed at him, the cold hairs on Simako's back stood on end, and he lost even the courage to turn back, and fled almost crawling along the pre-planned route.

Although he didn't know what kind of magic the young lady had set up to make the puppeteer miss his goal twice before and after, the building behind him blocked the doller's view, and Simako breathed a sigh of relief, realizing that his body was already soaked in cold sweat.

"Don't stop, keep running!That guy won't let go so easily!" The girl's voice suddenly came from her ears, and Ximako subconsciously looked back, but didn't see where the girl was. Now that he came to his senses, he suddenly realized what kind of risks and pressures the young lady who had taken on the task of being a blocker alone.

"Miss Lanstadt, that man is too strong, you must not hold on!" Simako couldn't help but want to snort himself when he said this, he knew very well what choice he should make in this situation as a persistent knight, but he also knew how powerful the enemy behind him was. In the process of weighing the pros and cons, his heart was struck down by fear, and he subconsciously chose the path that he had once been the most shameful.

"His target is Diana, you don't have to worry about me. Tiana's voice came from where Ximako couldn't see, and there was a bit of helplessness in her tone: "I can buy you three minutes at most, and now you are squandering my life without wasting a second!"

"I see, Miss Lanstadt, I'll be back!" Simako gritted his teeth, hugged the unconscious girl in his arms, and lowered his head and continued to run. He knew how precious those three minutes were, and the battle between Diana and the dollmaster had lasted less than twenty minutes, and he didn't dare to imagine how the young lady would face it. But in any case, in these precious three minutes, he must follow the plan he has made in advance to save his eldest lady from the clutches of the enemy!

"Three minutes, who gave you such arrogant confidence?" the puppeteer's unhurried voice came from the sky, and Simako felt the shadow above his head, but he didn't dare to look up, he didn't dare to stop, he could only choose to believe the young lady unreservedly, this was his only possibility.

The tattered Iron Giant, whose limbs were as slender as spider's arthropods, leaped from mid-air with the puppeteer's own body as its core, but as the puppeteer's creation, no one dared to underestimate the power of this monster.

"Come out, little girl who pretends to be a ghost, which faction are you a magician from?Sky City or Emerald Valley?" With the puppeteer's voice, the Iron Giant's head also turned to the left and right, and the hole-in-the-eye sockets locked straight onto the shadows in the distance.

Source of the novel: Ran Library

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