Cold sweat broke out on the top of his head, and there seemed to be a sticky foreign body in his throat, which could not be spit out no matter how much his body rejected it, and only bloody saliva soaked his beard.

He shook his body in prostration, and the armor of his whole body clanged, which made more of the Iron Masked Knights in the chapel look this way.

They stopped rummaging or carrying corpses, and looked worriedly at Captain Grifone trying to get closer to help.

And the knight closest to the knight chief didn't care too much at the moment, and immediately took two steps to the side, and grabbed the knight's arm before barely helping him stabilize his body.

"Are you okay? Knight Chief? Pardon my offense......

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