Chapter 194 The End and the Fraudulent City

Author: Leader of the Tofu Naoxian Party

Chapter 194 The End and the Fraudulent City

Edgar looked up at the figure in front of him and stared at him angrily: "It's you! Salt!"

Salt waved his hand to drive away the smoke and said, "You're fine, Mr. Edgar, why are you in such a mess? Do you need my help?"

"Let me help you on your way!" Salt cursed weakly towards Edgar, rubbed out a ball of decayed energy from the hand behind his back, and attacked at the same time.

Edgar didn't even try to hide. Instead, he drew his sword, stepped forward, and slashed at Salt with his sword.

The curse fell on him smoothly, but the armor on his body flashed with luster and was completely purified.

The energy light ball that followed was blocked by a small shield emitted from his helmet, but it had little effect.

"This set of equipment is really eye-catching." Salt licked his lips, nimbly dodged the blow sideways, used a displacement spell to extend the distance, and continued to fly a kite to attack Edgar from a distance.

When Edgar was furious, he chased after him without hesitation. He unleashed his surging fighting spirit with all his strength. After the blood transformation, his pupils glowed with purple light, his body muscles became stronger and a layer of skin grew.

Gray fur, with a different kind of wild charm, floated in the air and flew towards Salt.

The two men chased and fled, and soon they were far away from the place where the women were cultivating. Only a few black spots could be seen vaguely.

Before Edgar could come to his senses, a sharp neighing sound sounded, and a huge and handsome crimson monster suddenly pounced towards Claire.

"No—!" Edgar turned around to return reinforcements, but Salt turned from defense to offense. The overwhelming amount of dark energy attacks suppressed his range of movement.

Claire's body was seriously injured, and the tricky sequence path was not as good as the talented golden monster at the same level, so she fell into a life-and-death crisis in the blink of an eye.

After she struggled to use her wind shield to defend herself against the fire rain from the Red Flame Feathered Eagle, a pair of sharp claws tore her defense apart and clawed hard at her chest!

In the sky, Zhong Ming moved slightly and stood in front of the God of Vacuum: "Hey, hey, hey, I agreed not to interfere. Why, do you think the oath has no binding force?"

There are not many high-level priests suitable for divine descent. There are not many high-level priests in the descent of saints. Previously, two were killed in Budapest, and now the divine descent used has consumed another one, leaving only Claire, Morane and

The Pope is far away in the middle of the continent.

If one person dies or the other is missing, the God of Vacuum will inevitably become anxious.

Being stopped by Zhong Ming, he could only glare at Salt below and continue to watch.

"Ah Qiu-"

Salt felt as if he was being targeted by some terrifying entity, and his hair stood on end. He was almost cut in two by Edgar's sword. He mumbled something, and stepped forward to stop Edgar again.

Four bloody holes were poked out of Claire by the sharp eagle claws. The Red Flame Feathered Eagle used a little force and her internal organs were minced.

The huge beak continued to pierce the unconscious and seriously injured women...

"Ahhhh-!" Edgar, who was almost mad, waved his long sword in his hand, and the light of the sword seemed to form a silver moon, making it difficult for Salt to breathe.

A holy and resentful beam of light shot towards Edgar, it was the unicorn captured by Edgar and his group earlier.

The Red Flame Feather Eagle, who had solved the others, also turned around and joined the ranks besieging Edgar.

…

There is a saying that two fists cannot defeat four hands.

Even if Edgar encounters a series of adventures, his strength rises like a rocket, and he has a divine mount and a beautiful woman in his arms, he will still be unable to withstand the joint beating of three masters of the same level.

What's more, in the previous series of big explosions, Edgar suffered some minor injuries even though he was protected by a divine armor.

After a fight, he met his end.

The scarred Edgar used his sword to support his body, and glanced at Salt with resentment: "Despicable villain, I don't accept it, I don't accept it!"

After saying that, he breathed his last breath.

When the fighting spirit is exhausted, he squeezes himself repeatedly and dies of exhaustion.

Salt and the others were not at ease either. There were several bloody holes in the wings of the Red Flame Feathered Eagle, the unicorn's horn was cut off, and Salt himself even lost an arm.

Salt carefully tested the situation, and after confirming that Edgar was dead, he took off his equipment and weapons and turned around to leave.

…

On Talodan City, Archbishop Morane stared into the distance worriedly: These are the most elite soldiers in the church. If something goes wrong, wouldn't it be...

However, I saw bursts of dust suddenly rolled up in the distance. Some troops wearing green robes rode their mounts and rushed towards Talodan City. From a distance, I could see the leader shouting:

"Hurry up and open the city gate and take us into the city. We are ambushed! The Asshais are coming to kill us!"

Morane was taken aback and quickly took a closer look. This equipment, clothes, and appearance were indeed Edgar's.

The clothes and mounts of the approximately three thousand church troops behind "Edgar" were also the same as before.

Morane hesitated and shouted: "Sir Edgar, slogan! Slogan!"

"What did you say? I can't hear you clearly!" Edgar shouted anxiously.

Just as Morane was about to repeat the inquiry, he saw an Asshai army quickly approaching Edgar's defeated army. A hail of arrows struck, and hundreds of defeated soldiers fell.

Edgar roared angrily, drew out his weapon, and quickly killed several Yasha warriors, and scolded:

"Morane, do you want to watch us all die? These are all people from your church!"

Morane hesitated for a moment, and seeing that a large number of Yasha troops were approaching in the distance, and the scene of fighting under the city was so real, he ordered the city gate to be opened, and led the army out of the city to respond.

The chasing Asshai army turned around and ran away when they saw the reinforcements coming.

Edgar stepped forward, then chopped down a few, and cooperated with Morane to drive them away, and then led the army towards the city gate.

"Your Excellency Edgar, where is Saint Claire?" Archbishop Morane asked anxiously without seeing her figure.

"Claire, Claire..." Edgar raised his hand and wiped the corners of his eyes, squeezing out a few tears.

Morane's heart sank and he said with difficulty: "What happened? Even if there was an ambush, why couldn't even Claire escape?"

Edgar looked at the front of the troops who had entered, and said sadly: "We were ambushed. It was a trap, a huge trap. The Asshais kept bombarding us with hundreds of magic cannons, and we suffered heavy casualties."

Morane frowned and thought: No, the magic artillery is very powerful. With their strength, they shouldn't be able to escape only so many people.

"Sir Edgar, where are your female companions? Didn't they all escape?"

"Yes, I'm so heartbroken." Edgar said sadly as he watched half of the troops enter the city.

"What about your mount? Why didn't the Windwing Scale Horse escape?"

"Yes, he didn't run out either." Edgar saw that almost all the troops had entered the city. His hand unknowingly rested on Morane's shoulder, and he leaned over and cried bitterly.

Morane's eyebrows tightened, but thinking that Edgar had just experienced a huge defeat, he suppressed his discomfort.

"Uh-!" Morane clutched his chest and stared at "Edgar" in disbelief as drops of blood spurted out quickly.

"You're not Edgar!"
Chapter completed!