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nAt 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.

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

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nSuddenly, two figures blocked in front of her.

n“Let us do it!”

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

nThis must be that man’s fiancée. She was really beautiful.

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

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

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

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

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n“Hehe.”

nA soft laugh came from the sky.

nIt was surprisingly familiar.

nDon Quixote suddenly raised his head.

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

nIt was sharp and filled with a cold aura.

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nDon Quixote raised his sword, forcefully withstanding this attack.

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

nThe 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.

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

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

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

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

n“The Kingdom of Dawn? Don Quixote, you really disappoint me,” Hawthorne said.

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nAt this time, Fred’s angry voice came from the sky.

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

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

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

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

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

n“Hehehe!”

nA burst of ear-piercing laughter.

nA 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.

nIt was this weapon that had seriously injured Fred.

n“Lord Chief Judge.”

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

n“Grover.”

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

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

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

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

nGrover gave a strange laugh and rushed forward crazily.

nHe turned into a black light and surrounded Fred.

nFred was injured and could only barely hold on under Grover’s hands.

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

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

n“Teacher!”

nDon Quixote’s pupils contracted and he shouted subconsciously.

n“Hahaha!”

nHawthorne 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!”

n“Bastard!”

nStephanie stomped her feet in anger.

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

nHawthorne did not dodge. He also charged forward crazily.

nHis originally pure white aura had now turned black.

n“The Dark Church’s secret technique is not inferior to your golden cross aura!”

nHawthorne 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.

nThe two of them fought.

nDespite 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.

nHawthorne’s expression was ugly. He suddenly laughed loudly.

n“Idiot, look behind you!”

nDon Quixote’s heart tightened, and he subconsciously looked back.

nHe 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.

nHawthorne seized this opportunity and ruthlessly slashed at Don Quixote’s body.

nDon Quixote spat out blood and retreated frantically.

n“Brother!”

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

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

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

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

n“Shadow canopy.”

nHarriet Terrence murmured, his eyes filled with bitterness. He said in a low voice, “It’s him.”

nEveryone 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.

nA black figure slowly descended. The terrifying aura made everyone’s eyes show despair.

nThe 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.”

n“Ulysses.”

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

nUlysses laughed softly.

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

nUlysses looked regretful. He shook his head and sighed. “Teacher, you’re really old.”

nHarriet 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.”

n“Please speak, Teacher.”

nUlysses smiled and said.

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

n“Sir Harriet Terrence!”

n“Harriet Terrence.”

nThe people around immediately cried out in surprise.

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

nUlysses clapped his hands.

n“Teacher, you are still as great, kind, and pedantic as before!”

n“What a pity.”

nUlysses’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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