deceased

Hayden said: "I won't just sit idly by and neither will Your Majesty."

Those blue and deep eyes are full of confidence and persistence, which is something Darren can't see from afar.They have appeared in the eyes of many people, except slaves.When they are imprisoned by iron chains, what they lose is not only their freedom and dignity, but also their ideals.He held A Nuo tightly in his arms, it seemed that only in this way could he fill the void and loss in his heart.

"The oldest and most honorable nobles in the empire are the Casdaron family." Hayden squatted down, "But do you know what they did before the empire was established?"

Darren shook his head dumbly.

Hayden said: "They are ordinary civilians who cannot be more ordinary."

……

Surely this kind of lie can only deceive the Kasdaron family and Darren, who knows nothing about the history of the empire, right?Hansen thought silently.

Darren suddenly understood something, but what he understood was too shocking, beyond the limit of his imagination, even in a dream, the most beautiful dream he ever had was the resurrection of his father and mother, leading him and Arnold out of this hell like a city.

"This, this is impossible." Darren's thoughts were pulled back by the gradually cooling body in his arms. He shook his head in panic, "I just want to get out of here and take Arnold out of here."

Hayden said, "Does Arnold think so too?"

"Of course he..." Darren was in the middle of speaking, and found that his opinion could not represent Arnold.From the moment he heard that Arnold wanted to be Hansen's student, he knew that Arnold, who was with him day and night, had a much bigger ideal than himself.

Hansen added a handful of firewood at the right time, "No one here is more qualified than you to inherit Arnold's last wish."

Darren looked at him and said, "I don't know anything."

Knowing that he had been persuaded, Hansen grinned and said, "If you know everything, what do you want me to do?"

Darren looked down at Arnold.Death took away his life, his ideals, and his hopes, but it couldn't take away the pain solidified on his face.But even though his expression was in such pain, he was unwilling to look away. Thinking that he might never see this face again, his heart felt as if it was being burned by coal fire, and the pain was unbearable. "I promise you." He hugged Anuo tightly, pressing that cold and stiff face against his chest, as if he wanted to burn him into his heart forever.

Hansen breathed a sigh of relief.This is perhaps the only thing Darren who can live for the dead Arnold can do. "Ah, by the way," he looked around suddenly, "where's Mundra?"

Mundra looked at him subconsciously.

Hayden already knew the answer when he saw the empty giant clay hand, "Necromancers always have a way to keep themselves from becoming undead."

Hansen regretted: "This guy is really lucky!"

Hearing the word Necromancer, Darren's eyes flickered, and he looked at Mundra with vigilance and inquiry.

Mundella sat on the ground thoughtfully, showing half of her snow-white calf.

Hayden endured it, but still couldn't hold it back, stretched out his hand to hug him, and pulled his skirt down with his left hand without any trace, just covering the exposed half of his skin.

Hansen turned his head and whistled, his eyes just met the golden armor walking towards him.

The battle is drawing to a close.

Due to Michael's absence, the magicians were unable to work, so they quickly retreated into the castle, leaving the tranquility outdoors.

"When are you going to leave?" The golden armor issued an order to evict the guest as soon as he came up.

Hayden looked up at him and said, "What are you going to do with Michael?"

The golden armor was silent and said: "We will make him pay the price."

Hayden's eyes were full of inquiry.The golden armor was obviously hiding something.If Michael was really so easy to defeat, then the Golden Armors would definitely not hold back until now and explode.He thought that the reason why they chose to explode now was because of him, but now it seems that it is not?

The golden armor took out a small book and solemnly handed it to Hayden with both hands, "Here is the name of each of us."

Hayden stood up and took it with both hands solemnly.

Turning to the first page, I saw Alfred Wilson, the tenth-rank knight, on the first page.

"I'm Alfred." The golden armor didn't feel proud when he said it, but seemed unwilling to mention the vicissitudes of life.

Hayden said: "Hayden Nafist, tenth-rank knight. Nice to meet you."

Alfred's eyes lit up slowly, with a hint of regret, "I have always regarded you as an opponent, and I still do to this day."

Hayden smiled slightly and said, "My honor."

Alfred said: "Thank you for appearing here. If it weren't for you, maybe I would have forgotten who I am..." He dragged his voice, as if he had a lot to say, but in the next second, he turned again The topic said, "Leave quickly. The Magic Guild only has a few fifth- and sixth-level magicians staying behind."

Hayden said: "We are going to the city of Mar."

Alfred's pupils shrank, "It's close to West Rose Desert..."

Hayden said, "That's Monica's hometown."

Mundra patted his butt and stood up, reaching for his sleeve.

Hayden narrowed his eyes with a smile, and held his hand behind his back.

The fire suddenly went out.

It disappeared so abruptly, as if it was suddenly covered by something.

It was dark all around.

Hansen came to Darren's side as soon as the fire was extinguished, squatted down and pressed his shoulders, and listened vigilantly to the movement around him.

Here, the ones who reacted the most were Alfred and the silver armors.They surrounded Hayden and the others almost instantly.

Alfred said in a low voice: "The teleportation magic circle to the city of Mar is in the room at the end of the corridor on the sixth floor. There is a milky white door carved with a picture of flogging slaves." Even he didn't realize it, his tone seemed urgent. In the account of the funeral.

Hayden silently pulled Mundella to his chest.From just now, he suspected that Michael must have a very powerful killer in his hand, so that a tenth-rank knight like Alfred had to succumb to his lust.And now, it should be time for him to show his trump card.

"Roar……"

There was the low growl of a suppressed beast in the air.

Hayden felt his head buzzing, almost bursting.

Darren was the weakest among them, and fainted on the spot, and Hansen immediately picked him up.

Mundra didn't feel the roar, but the armband on his arm suddenly flashed light, making his head dizzy.

The light is especially striking in such darkness.

Alfred looked back at him, but didn't ask.

Hayden murmured: "There is a reaction from the light divine power... is it an undead object?"

Alfred's fingers gripped the spear tightly.

"It's the soul-devouring beast under the God of Death." Alfred's voice was so tense that he changed his tone, "It feeds on the souls of creatures. Any creature with a soul has no power to fight back against it. "

Hayden looked serious.It was the first time he had heard of a monster like the Soul-devouring Beast, but since Alfred said so, he must have seen it before.

"Roar!"

The roar suddenly became louder.

A huge dark cloud suddenly appeared in mid-air. If you look carefully, the dark cloud looks like a black wolf with a round belly.Its eyes and mouth are three black holes that are darker and deeper than its body. From a distance, it looks like the pattern that the God of Light would draw a ghost.

The Soul-devouring Beast shrank slowly, and the area of ​​the dark cloud suddenly shrank by a third, and then...

"Run!" Alfred rushed into the castle first.

The Soul Eater opened its mouth wide towards them as if exhaling.

The huge attraction will make the ground crack one after another, and everyone feels that they are being pulled upwards by that strange force...

Thanks to Alfred's warning in advance, most people fled into the castle, only five or six silver armors were a few steps away, and they were stranded outside.But they didn't disappear, nor were they sucked away, they just stayed in place like statues, motionless.

The black hole symbolizing the mouth of the Soul-devouring Beast wriggled slowly, as if chewing.

In the castle, no one wept bitterly, cursed, or even made a sound.They just looked at the few corpses whose souls had been sucked out, and performed the knight's salute silently.