"Teacher, let’s look on the bright side. Although we’re only operating at two-thirds efficiency now, if we hold onto the remaining two energy stations, we can restart the enchantnt in forty-five minutes. By that ti, regardless of any sches the enemy has, as long as you’re here, there’s no way Nanwantina could fall."
The Dark Sentinel Priest replied.
"Don’t say that, sister."
The Guardian Knight and Healing Priest quickly covered her mouth.
Loren sighed, rubbing his forehead. The lonely cold wind made him feel increasingly uneasy.
Looking up, the stars that should have filled the sky had all been obscured by the dark clouds.
Behind the four of them, the tower’s light continually illuminated the pitch-black ground. Nanwantina’s troops’ officers were fully ard, their armor shining with a cold glow in the night, hands gripping their weapons prepared for any possible threats.
These seasoned warriors quickly split into several small groups. So were responsible for patrolling the key areas of the city-state, while others were tracing the possible clues that led to the shutdown of the protective enchantnt.
The entire southern part of the city-state was enveloped in a hasty and tense icy air, filled with shadows in every corner.
In the residential areas further away, the streets had been entirely swallowed by darkness. Residents peered cautiously through tightly closed doors and windows, or, guided by the city defense army and priests, headed to safer areas to take refuge.
"Teacher Loren, what are you thinking about?"
The white-robed Healing Priestess watched Loren’s expression and asked.
"The Bishop of Destruction Ivanos and the Archbishop of Decay Fa Mo did not co ... and knowing that mysterious bishops suspect passing through here could draw in, they still decided to launch a surprise attack tonight ..."
Loren muttered in a weary voice.
He felt sothing was off.
If the enemy’s goal had been a full-scale attack on Nanwantina, then the Archbishop of Decay and the Bishop of Destruction would not be so far away from Nanwantina. The signal the Rebirth Church sent was like telling Loren, "Whether you co to defend or not, the Cardinal Bishops have no intention to attack right now."
Did the enemy really need to completely destroy the main energy stations?
Could it be that the enemy wanted to draw the city’s main defense to the southern and eastern sides to guard the energy stations.
While their real target is actually... completed within this half-hour before the enchantnt restarted?
Suddenly, Loren felt a violent fluctuation of magic power erupting in the northwest of the city-state.
He looked in that direction and felt Fa Mo’s magic power, but it was weaker than his!
This must be a terrifying Alchemical Beast crafted by Fa Mo. The Alchemical Beast crafted by Fa Mo doesn’t need magic power to support it or requires a summoner to reach the eighth order. It’s not a Magic Card, but a Magic Device!
There’s also a seventh-order Magic power source, seems to be Saint Solomon of Destruction.
Fortunately, there is an unknown eighth-order demon-power confronting them.
"Teacher Loren, what’s the matter?"
The Guardian Knight quickly went on full alert.
"It won’t do, need to go deal with Solomon and the Alchemical Beast in the northwest of the city-state!"
Even though Loren didn’t know why there was a mysterious eighth-order helping them in the northwest of Nanwantina, maybe this was exactly what the Rebirth Church had intended to destroy at all costs.
The energy station in the south isn’t important at all. It doesn’t matter if the enchantnt will take more than an hour to restart, the key is not to let the Rebirth Church run rampant in the northwest and achieve their goal.
The cold wind swept across the people near the tower.
Just as Loren was about to move, he suddenly seed to notice sothing, and violently pushed the three clergy a hundred ters away!
In the next instant, before the three clergyn could react in the gale-force winds.
Their vision was filled with Loren at the original location and an additional figure next to him.
He was a muscular man with a fierce expression. His eyebrows were locked tightly, and a defiant smile squeezed out from the corner of his mouth. He was wearing a simple gray shirt that, combined with his camouflage trousers, made him look practical and rugged.
He stretched his right hand violently forward, right in the middle of Loren’s cheek. Full of explosive strength and murderous intent, it seed that he would explode the entire scene at the next mont.
The mont the explosion echoed in the southern border, dust flew around, and Loren was sent flying.
The wild power caused the building Loren had been flung into to collapse tumultuously like a raging tide, causing a stronger impact than thunder, shaking the whole southern area of Nanwantina!
"Teacher Loren!"
An alard voice echoed through the air.
They had never seen Loren successfully ambushed!
Of course, a part of the reason was that the normally reactive Loren, in order to protect them, was caught by the enemy.
However.
The burly man stood in place.
His crimson eyes locked onto the three priests instantly.
They felt a numbness in their skulls.
Under the power of this man, there was no doubt that, in less than a second, they would all be shattered into blood splatters.
Then, just when they thought the terrifying burly shadow would flash in front of them.
The next scene they managed to capture with their eyes had already changed to the mysterious man being severely hit by a torrent-like airflow.
In the hurricane erging from the distant ruins, divine generation runes were densely spread in the air, and Loren stood up again. The wind around his body seed to have turned into pure lightning, constantly sparking and crackling. The direction he pointed to was through the sky and the earth, returning the original unaltered punch to the mysterious man.
Loren’s side face was depicted by sharp black and white contrast. He was panting, his face was full of blood, and the blood flowed down his cheek.
"Get as far away as you can!"
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