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Just when everything was going in the right direction, the situation on Silas and Integra's side was completely out of control.

The Weeping Angel, a monster that cannot be destroyed by external forces, completed the first wave of expansion with the help of the mercenaries watching it, and the entire castle fell into the fear brought by the Weeping Angel.

The Weeping Angels who were discovered to be moving regularly did not cause panic at first, but the moment the mercenaries staring at them were transformed into Weeping Angels, panic began to break out.

Every time you blink, they will take action. Every time you open your eyes, you can see these guys marching a long distance towards the crowd with twisted and terrifying faces.

I can't look at them for a long time, and I can't stop looking at them.

This dilemma made these mercenaries completely lose the idea of ​​resistance.

Fighting monsters is not their professional scope, so panic becomes the natural ending.

Wherever the Weeping Angels go, all humans who are contacted will be transported to a certain time period in the past and spend the rest of their lives in that place.

Whenever a mercenary is teleported to the past, a tombstone will appear in the garden behind the current castle.

The tombstones are engraved with the years of birth and death of these people, but the strange thing is that their years of birth are later than the years of death.

This kind of weird tombstones will not make anyone who sees them wonder whether the two numbers are engraved wrong, but will feel sincere fear in this absurdity.

Because of the ravages of the Weeping Angel, the mercenaries in the entire castle have lost the will to fight and are fleeing in a hurry.

The beekeepers belonging to the peripheral Pioneer Technology had already invaded the interior of the castle, and then ran into the Weeping Angels who were preparing food.

At this time, Integra was already sitting on the helicopter, and Silas was still sniping at the enemies with his huge firearm.

It's just that this kind of sniping won't last long, and such resistance has lost its meaning.

The pilot has already started the helicopter and will leave this terrifying castle just waiting for Integra's order.

Then just beyond their sight, the Weeping Angel appeared in the shadows!

"Silas! Get ready to leave."

Integra had no scruples about the mercenaries who had not yet left, and his cold eyes were hidden in the reflection of his glasses.

These mercenaries are not her subordinates, they are just a group of hyenas who work hard for money.

They have long been prepared to be abandoned and die at any time, so they do not need Integra's sympathy.

"My men are still down there! Wait a minute!"

Tarnad shouted sternly, knowing that his request was a bit too much for his employer.

But he was in a situation where he couldn't allow this originally most correct decision to be implemented.

The long whip that had its tail cut off had fallen apart, and now he looked like a mad dog that had lost everything.

As mercenaries, his team has the best reputation, but this does not change that they are a group of ghouls who eat the wealth of war!

Join the battle, win, and party hard is their life.

But these people also have their own feelings.

"I said, take off!"

Integra said without mercy, and then a firearm was pressed against the driver's head.

Tarnard violated his proud creed and made a threatening move towards the safety of his employer, but he had no choice.

Then his neck was directly held by Silas. The power of the vampire was not something that an ordinary person could resist, even if this vampire had not sucked blood yet.

"Captain Tarnad, put down your gun! I will not tolerate you threatening the director's safety!"

Silas fulfills her duties, and protecting Integra is one of her tasks.

"If we take off now, you will have to stay in this place with me."

Talnad's one eye flashed with a fierce gaze, and he was not afraid of the bare hand on his neck.

The camaraderie, or brotherhood, made him willing to risk death for it.

This mercenary is confident that he can blow the driver's head off even after his neck is strangled.

The muscles will automatically tighten to complete the shooting action, but he knows nothing about the power of vampires.

"Your brothers have become one of the tombstones behind the castle. They are dead!"

Integra's voice was slightly higher, and then Silas directly broke the firearm in Tarnad's hand at a speed that was difficult to distinguish with the naked eye, making a crisp sound!

Silas's human side prevented her from using violent methods to stop Talnard's behavior. She could have simply broken off the gun-holding arm.

But she couldn't bear it, this kindness seemed stupid and meaningless, but she did it anyway.

"Leaving now will at least save your life! I say take off!"

Integra snapped, and the helicopter began to take off, the sound of the propellers masking everything else.

Everyone was focused on waiting for the moment of takeoff. No one noticed the hand of a Weeping Angel clinging to the support of the helicopter.

The moment the helicopter took off, the angel climbed up and turned over easily. A long and narrow hand appeared behind Tarnad, and the mercenary captain was teleported to a certain time period in the past.

At this time, Silas reacted extremely quickly, and with a wave of his hand, he directly cut off the support that the Weeping Angel was clinging to the plane.

When the Weeping Angel fell directly to the ground, her ankle was firmly grasped by the Weeping Angel!

Although she had blocked the Weeping Angel's movements with her vision at this time, it was too late.

The two people fell to the ground like falling stones, and Intergula on the plane stared with wide eyes, and had no time to shout anything.

The moment Silas's body blocked Intergula's vision, the Weeping Angel regained its ability to move, and then Silas's figure disappeared from everyone's sight, leaving only the Weeping Angel with fangs exposed and fingers stretched out.

"Silas!"

Intergula's exclamation was heard at this time, she threw away her headphones, and fired violently at the falling Weeping Angel with a gun in her hand.

But the bullet had no effect when it hit the Weeping Angel, and it just wiped out a few sparks and disappeared.

The weeping angel who was being stared at fell like an ordinary stone without any movement until the sound of a heavy object falling to the ground was heard.

Then Intergula calmed down, put the gun back into the holster, and clasped her hands in front of her chest.

"Go back to London!"

Intergula's sadness was only a short moment, and then she returned to her expressionless appearance.

At this moment, she had no right to be sad at all. Now she needed to witness the end of this war with her own eyes!

Moreover, Intergula's emotions were completely hidden in her heart when she was betrayed by her relatives. Although Silas' figure disappeared from her sight, she would not show weakness again.

A weak appearance would only attract greater malice from those who were full of malice. She had already understood this when she shed tears in response to her uncle's threats.

She felt the death of Walter, but because she and the mercenaries were under threat, she could not show emotions.

She felt the disappearance of Akado, but she could not show weakness either.

At this time, the only person she could trust also disappeared, but she was not sad at this time.

Intergula felt that she would see Acardo and Silas again. They were vampires! They would not die easily.

"Director?"

The pilot spoke loudly. Because of the huge noise on the helicopter, he wanted Intergula, who was not wearing headphones, to hear his voice, so he could only shout at the top of his voice.

"Continue to the center of London. I want to find Perwood! You know where he is!"

Intergula took the headphones from the seat next to her and put them on her head, then sat quietly in the seat with her hands folded in indifference.

There was a tombstone covered with traces of time among the tombstones on the ground.

The words on the tombstone that did not seem to be carved with a chisel could still be clearly distinguished under the erosion of time.

The handwriting of Tarnad was on it. The beautiful cursive characters made the tombstone look a bit fancy. There was also a depiction of Tarnad's handsome face even after he got old on the tombstone.

"Talnad, a brave warrior. A fighter who never gave up resistance.

No longer existing as a human, I am one with him.

This man never gave up hope of life until he was too old to pick up a cigarette.

Under the blessing of the angels, we are united.

Under the gaze of the angels, we merge.

Surrounded by angels, we are united for love.

For love, we sleep until we wake up.

Love makes us immortal-Silas Victoria & Talnad"

No one continued to identify the inscription, but it stood there alone.

Five weeping angels appeared around and stood here, as if waiting for something. Their hands rarely covered their faces, but just blocked something strangely.

Those bodies that should never have signs of damage were now covered with cracks.

The weeping angels looked at each other, but their originally hideous faces actually showed a gentle emotion at this time.

Or as if relieved, the corners of their mouths could be vaguely seen rising.

A bloody trace of a pentagram was emitting red light at the feet of these weeping angels, flickering faintly.

"The bird of Hermes is my name, and it bites its own wings to control my heart"

A string of obscure words was written on the ground with blood, and was changing from dried blood to fresh blood.

The dried blood finally turned into a bright red color, as if it had just been written with fresh blood.

This sentence comes from an alchemy book called "Ripley Scroll".

A simple explanation is:

"In order to cross the ocean, the bird of Hermes eats its own uneasy feathers so that it can continue to fly firmly, even if its wings have been eaten up, even if this firmness will accelerate its own death. As long as all this is correct.

And I am named the bird of Hermes!"

The glory of the martyr is here.

This passage engraved in Akado's coffin, gloves, and even life is the persistence of this vampire king!

"Only humans can kill monsters" is what Akado repeatedly said, which is exactly what he insisted on.

Akado felt infinite pain for turning into a monster, and his praise for the yearning for life is his original truth!

In an instant, all the weeping angels around him shattered into pieces, without even a single unnecessary movement, clean and neat.

The blood-written words on the ground disappeared in an instant.

Mephisto was the first to appear on this deserted wasteland.

"Vampire, then I leave it to you."

Mephisto disappeared with a smug laugh and a twisted smile, and he did not reveal the slightest breath in the process.

None of the demons in hell wanted to attract Bul-Kathos, so they would act very carefully.

Mephisto got the most perfect work, even if the origin of this vampire had nothing to do with him.

"I will do what I want, it's ridiculous!"

Another figure followed closely behind, wearing old-fashioned aristocratic clothes, with a pale face and two sharp fangs.

The bloody cloak spread along the arms raised horizontally, like a terrifying bat.

Acardo?

No!

Now he is Dracula!

Vlad Tepesh Dracula!

In the process of fighting with Mephisto, the devil of hell, both beings are fighting for control of the body.

Both are constantly destroying the consciousness of other lives, just to become the only operator in this body.

The two are constantly competing in this speed contest, and the most likely outcome is the winner takes all!

In this process, Akado was the first to master Schrödinger's soul and power in a backward state, so he successfully found himself accurately between existence and non-existence!

In the last step of reappearing in the world, he only needed to defeat Mephisto, the king of hatred, to succeed, but Akado was corrupted by Mephisto, the king of hatred.

The hatred for God, the hatred for life, and the hatred for no one looking for him after he disappeared.

All emotions that can inspire hatred are incited by Mephisto, and he becomes a monster full of hatred.

Losing yourself is the most terrible punishment, and becoming another existence is the beginning of disappearing traces.

No longer insisting on the idea that "monsters should die at the hands of humans", all that is left is the endless hatred spawned by the devil of hell.

The monster between existence and non-existence perfectly avoided the weird defense of the weeping angels. At this time, he is the only one who can kill the weeping angels head-on.

"How hateful! Why do you have the same power as me?"

Dracula turned his head and looked at the weeping angels approaching him not far away, with an ugly smile on his face.

Then he looked at the tombstone full of words beside him, and Dracula smashed it into pieces with contempt.

Then he raised his cloak gracefully and disappeared on the spot.

Those weeping angels encountered the most terrible threat, and their originally indestructible bodies were disintegrating bit by bit.

These weeping angels couldn't even escape.

Dracula is everywhere, and never exists.

So the weeping angels stayed in the state of being observed and unobserved, and at this time they were just a harder stone statue.

"Hurry up, this kind of power is only controlled by me, your existence is too hateful!"

Dracula's cold voice sounded in this empty place, accompanied by the sound of the Weeping Angels being smashed and falling to the ground, making this place particularly terrifying.

No one knows where Dracula will appear after he finishes dealing with things here.

...

"What is that?"

Death, who was watching the souls of the Cybermen on his throne, had a strange look on his face.

She felt an existence beyond her authority.

When she shifted her sight to the place where the breath was, she could only see stone fragments all over the ground.

But she could feel that the breath full of hatred was observing her from afar.

"No one can avoid and escape death! Unless it is my special permission!"

Death stood up from the throne suddenly, roaring with anger for the first time.

The undead is her hatred that she will never let go of, and the dead are her gift to the life immersed in pain.

The unborn and the dead are a contempt for her authority and a blasphemy against the rules of life!

And an existence beyond her control appeared, and dared to trace back along her gaze!

Death could not tolerate this kind of existence at all, so she was angry.

This was worse than having her hand bones cut off by Bulkaiso!

The Bulkaiso who hurt her was just strong enough, but as a living being, he still followed the rules of life and death.

Bulkaiso's behavior was an offense, but as a person with a broken soul, Bulkaiso would never be qualified to replace her.

So she didn't care about a powerful and unimaginable human existence, and this person still had the opportunity to upgrade the world.

So Death chose to give in to Bulkaiso, and at most they would not meet.

But Dracula actually peeked into the kingdom of the dead through her sight, and this guy couldn't tolerate it!

An existence that was not bound by her authority should not appear in this world!

"Frank! Go find it, and then kill it, I will return the souls of your wife and daughter to you, and you will live forever with my permission!"

The power of death passed along the ring on her hand, and the message was transmitted to Frank.

Frank, who was walking aimlessly at this time, felt the power and command of his master.

The endless power of death surged from the ring to his body. The black turbulence surged on Frank, who was originally a human, and his face became exactly the same as the skull pattern on his chest.

The wild grass that was originally growing strong around him dried up in an instant and turned into ashes.

It was as if a cycle of life had ended in an instant, leaving only the desolate death.

"Ah!"

Frank's extremely strong nerves could not withstand the discomfort caused by the erosion of the power of death, and he made a sharp and twisted strange cry.

The last gun in his hand became dark and plain.

But Frank understood what he could do with this gun in an instant.

With the power of death as a bullet, all lives hit by it will perish, and face death itself in the kingdom of the dead.

There is the realm of death, and death, who can mobilize all power without scruples, is worthy of the identity of the creator god.

That is not a force that ordinary beings can resist.

Frank Custer, the Punisher.

He has now become the agent of death. In addition to that simple transaction, he has only one final mission, which is to find the existence that has angered death itself.

Then use all possible means to send that guy to death.

Or make that guy disappear forever!

Frank felt his own strength and tightened the gun in his hand.

For his family, the Punisher can do anything!

Then the agent of death, Frank, will only be able to do more!

"Death? I am everywhere, and I have never existed. So can death catch up with me?"

Dracula revealed his cold figure and challenged the sight of death.

He also wants power.

Dracula, who has not won or lost with Mephisto, is particularly eager for power.

Under the rule of hatred, although he did not lose, he has been suppressed.

Dracula, who is completely trapped in hatred, hates everything and becomes the best power collector of the King of Hate!

The most ancient demon king Mephisto has a deep mind for his brothers and sisters far away.

For Dracula now, he is immortal, and even death can do nothing to him.

The monster full of hatred chose the first goal, which is to bring down the existence that dominates life and death.

"Why can you dominate life and death? Why did I only face death back then? Do you know how hateful you are?"

Dracula continued to provoke sinisterly.

"Ah!!!" (╯‵□′)╯︵┻━┻

Death turned into a skeleton and kicked his throne to the ground.

The endless dead in the distance were trembling, fearing that they would anger death and enjoy endless torture.

The white ring on her hand split into two in an instant.

Then the extra one flew directly in the direction of the Titan of Destruction.

The power displayed by Dracula was very restraining the rule of death, so death itself had to give birth to another powerful existence, even at the cost of using the power of life that she did not fully master.

Dracula is between life and death!

So there is only life and death Only with the combined efforts, there is a chance to defeat Dracula.

Death will not let those who seek her power be free!

In order to become so powerful, the efforts and risks she has taken are not worth telling to outsiders.

Even at this moment of death, she has not returned to the peak state she should be in!

She will never give up the power that she has obtained at the cost of so much evil, no one can do it!

…

"Is this a gift from my goddess?"

Thanos looked at the white ring that suddenly appeared in front of him with doubt on his face.

As a competent dog, he perfectly showed the state of the goddess he pursued when giving gifts.

First, the crazy who was overwhelmed by the surprise Joy, the open mouth on the purple head occupied one-third of the space, and even the bright red tongue could be seen.

Then there was a strong suspicion and disbelief in this result. He scratched his head and observed the gift in front of him, with a very cautious look.

He was struggling with his thoughts, whether to wear the ring or worship it every day?

[Is wearing the ring given by death considered an engagement? ]

Thanos was completely immersed in his fantasy!

Then he couldn't wait.

Thanos put the white ring on his hand without hesitation.

[God damn worship it every day, this is a gift from the goddess! ]

Thanos, filled with ecstasy, almost lost the ability to think.

Then this extremely talented Titan of Destruction felt the rules of life in an instant.

The balance between life and death lies in continuation!

"I understand! My goddess!"

Thanos roared loudly with fanaticism, as if only in this way could he better show his loyalty to the goddess.

"The dead will become the nutrients for the balance of the universe, and the living can continue better!"

"The more living people there are, the closer the universe is to destruction! Only by constantly bringing death can the universe continue forever, and the tragedy of Titan will not happen again!"

"I will implement your meaning, my goddess!"

"I will kill half of the life in the universe, so that the universe can have a longer-term development!"

"When the universe is on the verge of destruction, I will take action again to balance everything!"

"My goddess! How noble you are! How far-sighted you are!"

"Death is a new life! My merciful goddess!!!"

Thanos praised loudly, and then rubbed the ring on his hand on his rough face.

Like a crazy and excellent licking dog who is trapped in his own world.

However, his praise made the angry death even more angry!

"Thanos! You are not allowed to step into my kingdom before I allow it!"

The voice of death spread throughout the world, emphasizing that Thanos heard it clearly!

Death's anger was misunderstood by Thanos again.

"I will! My goddess! I will not step into your palace again before I complete your mission! Your will is my goal!"

Thanos shouted loudly, even with tears in his eyes!

In his opinion, it was Death's love and trust for him! The restriction was just to enable him to complete the task better!

I can only say "The licker is really awesome"!

...

As for Perwood, the situation is not optimistic.

Although the battle in the outer battlefield has ended, the headsets are constantly receiving messages of victory, but everyone here is looking at the only entrance with a nervous look.

Luke's never-ending roar has begun to become weak and hoarse.

Even with the help of the blood bottle and the iron nerve talent, he has withstood the waves of attacks from the silence.

But he has not yet adapted to the barbarians' way of life except fighting.

Although he has the top life-saving talent of "iron nerve", his nerves are not really made of steel.

The ability of silence to forget once he looks away forced him to face this battle more attentively, and the mental effort he spent made his body, which should never be tired, feel uncomfortable.

"Luke!"

Jessica's voice sounded, and Jessica, who finally arrived at the scene, was covered with blood and flesh fragments of the monster of silence.

Although she suffered a lot when she first came into contact with silence, she soon found a way to face silence.

That's why she didn't call Luke's name at the beginning.

After knowing how tough the enemy Luke was facing, she didn't add any trouble to her lover.

She called Luke's name until she finally met Luke!

Then a superb Orak-style slam smashed a silent head!

"Jessica?"

Luke didn't look away in the direction of the voice. Talking about love during a battle was the stupidest move.

His prudence would not make Jessica sad, but made the strong woman love more.

"In battle, the warrior only considers how to smash the heads of the bastards" This is what Orak said most often when teaching Jessica.

As the ancestor of the barbarians with the most tragic battle experience, every word of the god of war Orak is heavy.

Because he focused on the battle itself, Orak became the god of war of the barbarians.

"Luke! If you need to rest, go in first. I will remind you during this time! You can take the corpses of these monsters to rest, so that you will not forget these guys!"

Jessica shouted loudly, and then jumped and slashed in front of Luke.

She stepped on a huge head of silence, and the sound was dull like farting.

"Roar!"

Luke pulled Jessica behind him and activated the skill of ignoring pain.

Although his war cry had become hoarse, it was still full of wild spirit!

"I am a warrior!"

Jessica bypassed Luke's protection and smashed several silences with a charge!

"You are my wife!"

Luke also charged together, and the battle blade in his hand cut off the necks of several silences.

"Then fight together until we die together!"

Jessica shouted loudly with a smile, and even Pewood and others who were still in the room could feel the sweet and greasy feeling.

But it seemed that a lemon flashed in front of him.

They knew nothing about the situation outside, but they could feel the intensity of the battle from the noise outside.

Luke's roar before began to reveal fatigue, but now Luke was full of energy again!

The battle continued, and at this time Jessica was injured by the lightning released by silence.

There were cracks on the charred skin, and blood flowed directly to the ground and flowed towards Perwood and the others.

"Jesse!"

Luke shouted the nickname between the couple, and with a flash, he blocked a series of silent lightning with his strong body.

His body was broken again, and blood began to flow from the wound.

The blood of the two mixed together and flowed towards the dispatch room.

It was as if they were attracted by something.

The dispatch room is located under the Elizabeth Tower, which is one of the most famous attractions in the city.

But it is also one of the most beautiful attractions!

Luke and Jessica's blood circled Perwood, who was sitting on the seat holding the detonator in his hand, and drew a pentagram!

"My name is the bird of Hermes, which bites its own wings to control my heart"

The scarlet blood outlines the beautiful cursive characters, which are already Talnad's somewhat fancy notes!

A coffin that had not rotted over the long years slowly broke through the ground and lifted Perwood up.

In panic, Perwood carefully put the detonator aside, and then in shock, the coffin boards were blown away and thrown to the cold ground.

A blond woman wearing Hexin's uniform sat up, her eyes red!

"Mr. Perwood? Is this the Battle of London? Looks like we're back, Captain!"

Silas Victoria!

A vampire's life will not be taken away in a mere hundred years!

She returned to the present again through her long life!

"My dear, I'm glad you called me back as soon as you woke up, but I would rather you call me husband."

Tarnad's frivolous voice floated over from behind Silas.

It's just that his hair is full of white, and although his face is still handsome, the traces of time are still imprinted on his body.

His life was over, and he had lost his virginity long ago and had no chance of being transformed into a vampire.

But the two people still lived forever.

Tarnard was the first life Silas drank, and so far the only one.

Talnad, who had his blood sucked, was already on the verge of death from old age, so even after becoming another life of Silas, he did not regain his youthful appearance.

But that's not important.

The important thing is that love makes them eternal!

"Then let's start fighting. I think you can't wait to see Integra. In those years, you always said that you really wanted to see if she would change her cold expression when she saw us."

Tarnad returned to Silas' body, but the voice still sounded.

"Then let's go, my dear!"

Silas's voice was cheerful, completely ignoring the crowd of onlookers who were stunned because they had transformed into living beings.

"Why are you here? Weren't you arranged by Integura to another place?"

Perwood said something submissive, because of everything that happened suddenly, he seemed particularly cowardly.

"Mr. Perwood, after this battle is over, I will slowly explain to you that the battle is more important right now, and our comrades are still fighting!"

Silas finally stood up and stepped out of the luxurious coffin.

Her original white stockings had turned into a bright red color. It seemed that the place they were transported to by the Weeping Angel was not a peaceful place.

"Honey! If you smoke inside me again, I will beat you up."

Silas said casually, but with a happy expression on his face.

Only then did everyone see that Silas's left hand was completely made of blood.

This policewoman, who had no personality at first and looked more like a human than a vampire, finally looked like a warrior.

A zigzag flash of blood flashed, and Silas appeared in front of Luke and Jessica, using a shield formed by blood to block the lightning released by the silence.

"Silas, don't look away from those monsters!"

Talnad felt the special power of silence at the moment of the battle, directly reminding Silas how to face these monsters.

The relationship between him and Silas is completely different from how Accardo dealt with River of Blood.

Accardo dominates everything with his own will, while the relationship between Tarnad and Silas is completely equal.

The scene that Talnad saw will no longer appear in Silas's sight, but Talnad can help Silas think and analyze the battle situation.

This was the fighting style the two of them had developed in those "past" years, and they had spent one deadly battle after another in this way.

The Weeping Angels will suck the time power generated by the person being transported away at that moment and feed on it.

In their past lives, there had never been a vampire with such an endless lifespan, so they made the mistake of dealing with Silas.

Although Silas and Tarnad had no way to escape from the house guarded by the Weeping Angels at the beginning, the physical attacks of the Weeping Angels were as useless to the vampires as a joke.

Fight then flee, then fight again after being discovered!

Then he fought with the beekeepers who were hypnotized by Murdoc, and this continued until all the mercenaries were killed.

In this repetition Silas has become a mature warrior!

The tacit understanding and affection between the two also continued to heat up during those years, until the moment when Tarnad was about to die.

"Then my dear, call out to your brothers, they are all in your consciousness. We need their help."

Silas swung the long sword condensed with blood, and then chopped several silent bodies into pieces.

As Silas finished speaking, a human figure began to appear in the thick blood behind her.

The blood river of Silas, all the different consciousnesses in this blood river are controlled by Talnard.

Silas did not want any transformation, these consciousnesses were absorbed by Talnard.

This is a river of blood that belongs exclusively to Silas. Even Accardo cannot do this kind of thing.

What's more, Accardo has disappeared, and only Dracula still exists at this time!

"Another battle? When will this kind of battle end?"

The first solidified mercenary complained loudly, then took out his gun and started shooting at the silence.

"Fight until we all die for Silas. She is your sister-in-law. Who has any different opinions?"

Tarnad stood loosely at the front, smoking a cigarette and talking.

The souls of a group of elite mercenaries are much more powerful on the battlefield than the civilians in Akkador's Blood River.

And they all have consciousness, so they can form a complete formation.

"It's like this every time, blocking our consciousness at the critical moment. We don't have a captain like you!"

Another mercenary roared loudly, and then was punched back by Talnard.

"Are you worthy of knowing the process?"

Tarnad said angrily.

However, Luke and Jessica, who finally escaped from the battle, felt a little weird.

They have always been the ones spreading the dog food, but this time they actually tasted the dog food. This feeling is a bit magical.