Chapter 277: Chapter 277 It’s a Pity That I Can’t Let Any of You Off

At this moment, the injured poisonous dragon that was about to go crazy began to attack the city wall again. It tried to vent its anger by torturing and killing ordinary people.

Dayshannon's face turned pale. She clenched her teeth and was about to step forward to fight.

Suddenly, two figures blocked in front of her.

"Let us do it!"

Stephanie said to Dayshannon softly. Her eyes were firm and complicated.

This must be that man's fiancée. She was really beautiful.

Don Quixote had already drawn his long sword and rushed toward the poisonous dragon.

With the will of a grand swordmaster, Don Quixote's combat aura swordsmanship was also fierce.

Although he was only at the ninth rank, he began to fight with the poisonous dragon with his agile body.

Stephanie was also using her battle aura to assist Don Quixote in his battle.

"Hehe."

A soft laugh came from the sky.

It was surprisingly familiar.

Don Quixote suddenly raised his head.

He saw a figure jumping down from the body of an ugly bat monster, falling like a meteor.

It was sharp and filled with a cold aura.

Don Quixote raised his sword, forcefully withstanding this attack.

The hard ground under his feet could not withstand such a terrifying impact and suddenly shattered.

The figure landed not far away from Don Quixote. His arrogant red hair fluttered in the wind. His appearance was still as arrogant as a few years ago.

Don Quixote looked at the person in front of him, and his gaze was solemn. He whispered his name, "Hawthorne."

It was Hawthorne, who had chosen to join the Dark Church after the trials of the four kingdoms a few years ago.

Now, he had also reached the level of a ninth-rank knight.

Hawthorne sized up Don Quixote, the corners of his mouth curling into a disdainful smile.

"The Kingdom of Dawn? Don Quixote, you really disappoint me," Hawthorne said.

At this time, Fred's angry voice came from the sky.

Fred had originally suppressed Clive to the point where he could only resist.

But at this time, a phantom-like shadow suddenly floated in the air and rushed toward Fred.

Fred retreated dozens of meters in the air, his face unsightly.

A deep wound appeared on his waist as if he had been slashed by a wide, sharp blade.

If Fred hadn't twisted his body at the critical moment, he would have been cut in half.

"Hehehe!"

A burst of ear-piercing laughter.

A tall and thin man wearing a black hood and black robe slowly appeared beside Fred. He held a strange weapon that looked like a huge sickle in his hand.

It was this weapon that had seriously injured Fred.

"Lord Chief Judge."

Clive bowed respectfully to the tall and thin man. He let out a sigh of relief.

"Grover."

The scythe in the hands of the Chief Judge of the Dark Church was the chief judge's scepter—the Blade of Slaughter.

Fred's expression was solemn as he quietly tightened his grip on the longsword in his hand.

The scythe in Grover's hand trembled slightly. Grover placed it by his cheek and murmured gently as if he was treating his lover.

"Are you also longing to drink the blood of a sage-level, cut off his head, and listen to his soul wailing in pain?"

Grover gave a strange laugh and rushed forward crazily.

He turned into a black light and surrounded Fred.

Fred was injured and could only barely hold on under Grover's hands.

Clive, who was free, turned into a fleeting shadow and stabbed Fred's lower abdomen when there was a gap in Fred's defense.

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Fred fell from the sky like a bird with broken wings.

"Teacher!"

Don Quixote's pupils contracted and he shouted subconsciously.

"Hahaha!"

Hawthorne laughed loudly. "Do you see, Don Quixote? This is what happens when you go against the Dark Church. Today, not only two saint-level masters will die, but you will also die!"

"Bastard!"

Stephanie stomped her feet in anger.

Don Quixote did not say a word. His body lit up with a ninth-level golden aura light as he charged at Hawthorne.

Hawthorne did not dodge. He also charged forward crazily.

His originally pure white aura had now turned black.

"The Dark Church's secret technique is not inferior to your golden cross aura!"

Hawthorne was like a madman, shouting and yelling, desperately venting the humiliation and anger that he had suppressed over the past few years on Don Quixote.

The two of them fought.

Despite Hawthorne's fierce aura, he gradually fell to a disadvantage. Don Quixote's outstanding knight talent was not something that he could catch up to.

Hawthorne's expression was ugly. He suddenly laughed loudly.

"Idiot, look behind you!"

Don Quixote's heart tightened, and he subconsciously looked back.

He just happened to see that Stephanie was in great danger under the poisonous dragon's crazy attack. A trace of worry flashed in his eyes. Because he was distracted, his hands unconsciously slowed down a little.

Hawthorne seized this opportunity and ruthlessly slashed at Don Quixote's body.

Don Quixote spat out blood and retreated frantically.

"Brother!"

Stephanie cried out in surprise. In the end, she was also hit by the poisonous dragon's attack and flew backward.

In just a short while, the reinforcements from the Yheng Empire who had rushed over were all heavily injured and fell to the ground.

Dayshannon's face was pale. She continuously cast water-type healing spells in her hands to heal everyone's injuries.

The sky suddenly darkened, as if night had arrived ahead of time.

"Shadow canopy."

Harriet Terrence murmured, his eyes filled with bitterness. He said in a low voice, "It's him."

Everyone on the city wall looked at the sky in horror. They only saw Clive, Grover, and Hawthorne showing respectful expressions on their faces, and the poisonous dragon also rushed into the sky with a low growl.

A black figure slowly descended. The terrifying aura made everyone's eyes show despair.

The handsome man slowly walked down from the void and walked towards the injured people. He gracefully bowed and said softly, "Teacher, I'm so glad to see you again."

"Ulysses."

Harriet Terrence read out his name, his eyes filled with anger.

Ulysses laughed softly.

"The magic stone that I gave to Teacher, it's a pity that after so many years, you still haven't improved at all."

Ulysses looked regretful. He shook his head and sighed. "Teacher, you're really old."

Harriet Terrence took a deep breath and said calmly, "Alcott can be called a subordinate country of the Dark Church. I can give you my head but I only ask you one thing."

"Please speak, Teacher."

Ulysses smiled and said.

Harriet Terrence looked at everyone and said in a deep voice, "Let them go. They have nothing to do with this."

"Sir Harriet Terrence!"

"Harriet Terrence."

The people around immediately cried out in surprise.

Harriet Terrence shook his head, indicating that they should not speak. His expression was resolute.

Ulysses clapped his hands.

"Teacher, you are still as great, kind, and pedantic as before!"

"What a pity."

Ulysses's face broke into a smile but his eyes were extremely cold as he said, "I can not agree to your request."

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