"What?black-robed messenger?" Su Anli jumped up from the wooden chair in the tavern, and looked at the city guard soldiers who came to report with unconcealable fear in his eyes, "I didn't expect it to come so quickly, so quickly......"

"Last night...... If you don't listen to the Marquis of Creek...... If you arrange it, it will be ...... today" Su Anli muttered to herself, her voice trembling and intermittent, and a layer of fine beads of sweat had oozed from her forehead, "What else did Marquis Crick say?"

"Arrange for Madame to evacuate Covitan as soon as possible, and head northwest along the mountain road, and we will protect Madame along the way until we reach the city of Basqueso. The soldier replied respectfully.

"When does Basqueso depart?" asked Su Anli eagerly.

"Immediately! Madame can set off after packing her bags. ”

"Where's Crick, why didn't he come with us?" Su Anli vaguely sensed that something was wrong.

"Marquis, he ......" The soldier avoided Su Anli's pressing gaze and swallowed.

"Marquis, what's wrong with him?" Su Anli seemed to realize something, and asked eagerly and loudly.

The Marquis said...... He said he was going to delay the guys and disrupt their view before the lady had a chance to get out of the way. The soldier said with a stumbling voice.

"Delay those guys?" Su Anli's beautiful pupils contracted sharply, she and Crick were very aware of the horror of those guys, and it was not an exaggeration to describe them as devils in holy robes, but now he decided to rush into the devil's camp and fight with the devil, "Is he crazy?

The Marquis said that he was sure that he was not reckless, that he was only responsible for attracting the attention of the other party. The soldier gave him the words that the Marquis of Creek had entrusted to him, and he said them in one hundred and fifty.

"Attract attention? How many people are there on the other side now?"

"According to credible information, there are only four people at the moment. ”

"Four people, how can he deal with it, he is no longer the same person he was back then. ”

"The Marquis said, he has never neglected to exercise all these years, he has been nervously waiting for this day to come, the only thing he can do now, the only thing he wants to do, is to protect you, ma'am. The soldier looked at Su Anli with blazing eyes, and said categorically, "So, Madame, let's hurry up and go on the road with us, the marquis is desperate for you, don't let down his decision." ”

"No, he can't go to death, besides, the black robe is looking for Lina and her children, even if they find me, I said I don't know Linna's whereabouts, what can they do with me? On the contrary, if Creek and the black robe have a conflict, it will be equivalent to telling the Holy Sect his whereabouts, he is also a member of the Holy Sect's wanted list, even if he can survive this time,......." Su Anli became more and more excited the more she thought about it, grabbed the soldier's arms, and shouted anxiously, "No, no, I can't leave yet, tell me quickly." ...... Tell me, where is he now?"

Creek's figure floated in the air like a ghost, maintaining a subtle distance from Hasver, not close to him, and with the help of the wind elemental's ability, he was almost like a weightless ghost, silently and strangely appearing at any point around Haswal, the knight's sword in his hand swung gracefully and lightly, bringing up one fierce and sharp air blade after another, staggering and slashing at Haswal. And although Haswall was furious, but in the face of such a criss-crossed, dense attack like an iron net, he was naturally helpless, he was only constantly forced to retreat by the air blades, his speed was far inferior to Creek, no matter how his body dodged, he could never get rid of the staggered air blades that followed. There was a slight crackling sound in the air, and most of the air blades were still blocked by Hasworg, but his body was still cut and bruised by the remaining air blades, and it can be said that he was almost powerless in the face of Creek.

Just as he was forced into a manic rage by anger and humiliation, a crisp chill silently came from his throat, and he subconsciously quickly swept backwards, but it was too late, and in his volley of figures, a touch of scarlet followed in the air, and a terrible wound tore the skin on the side of his throat, and blood flowed down and soaked the black robe on his chest.

"Is that all there is to it?" Crick casually swung the blade of the knight's sword downward, and the blood stains stained on the blade were thrown to the ground, and Haswal, who was still speaking wildly in front of him just now, was now left with only a struggle, except for the terrible wound in his throat, his black robe had also cracked countless openings, and a viscous red liquid faintly flowed from each opening, only the black robe concealed the color of the blood, so that it did not look so embarrassed.

"How is that possible? How is it ...... Maybe?" Haswal's eyes were full of incredulity, in such a small city, there was someone whose combat power could surpass him, and what was even more terrifying was that he had no room to fight back, you must know that even in the holy capital of Heratium, he was already ranked in class B's combat power was quite powerful, "You, who are you?"

"The Commander of the City of Covitan, Yusri Creek. Creek bowed slightly again and calmly introduced himself, "Honorable Mr. Black-robed Emissary, have you forgotten?"

"Very well, Yusri Creek, although you have defeated me, but at the same time, you have declared war on the entire Cessliya Holy Cult, even if you survive today, you will be hunted down to the ends of the earth by the black-robed emissaries of the Cessriya Holy Sect until you die. Haswall laughed arrogantly.

"I'm just doing my part, protecting every inch of the city and every life. Crick's tone was still as flat as water, but the killing intent hidden in the depths of his eyes gradually poured out, "This is the end, the gods you believe in can't save such a despicable life as yours, do you have any last words to say in the end?"

"Last words?" Haswar burst out into a series of wild laughs again, "Do you want to destroy me in place of God? You must know that you are the black-robed messenger of the Holy Sect, only God's servants are qualified to condemn me in this world, and only God's servants are qualified to execute me, except for His Excellency the Pope, even the Emperor of Oslan is not qualified to do so, do you want to be above the Emperor?"

"Above the Emperor?" Crick sneered, "I'm afraid it's your honorable Pope who wants to be above the Emperor, right?!"

"Shut up, your filthy mouth is worthy of mentioning His Excellency the Pope. "Haswall is obviously a devout believer, and the Pope is the supreme god to him, and it is naturally an unforgivable sin for this lowly heretic in front of him to dare to slander and slander God.

"Ah......h

"It's useless what I said, I've seen through your moves. Creek's figure appeared behind Hasvol after a few ghostly flashes, his knightly sword pointed at Haswal, and said coldly, "You count you have far more power and destructive power than mine, but it becomes meaningless in the face of my speed, and your furious attacks can never hit me, so you can't win against me at all." ”

"I'm sorry, I don't have time for you, go see your god. Crick's blade turned, and his entire body disappeared out of thin air again, and when he reappeared, he was already in the air above Haswal's head, with a faint dark purple halo circulating in the blade, and a whirlpool of air visible to the naked eye was churning in the space around him, as if a devastating Tyrannosaurus tornado was forcibly suppressed in a closed and small space, waiting to be released.