Chapter 285: Chapter 227: Escape (4.2k)_3 Chapter 285: Chapter 227: Escape (4.2k)_3 Even Colin, who had escaped the earliest, was still within sight, and Margaret and Sovoc had made it only a short distance away!
“This is bad…” Margaret ran while simultaneously keeping an eye on the situation behind her.
At this mont, as the dark red flas completely entered Morin’s bodies,
their expressions suddenly beca calm, and their actions ceased.
The next instant!
Morin no longer continued to attack each other but instead turned their heads to look at her and Sovoc beside her, their calm faces twisting into ferocity in the blink of an eye.
Their eyes were so fierce… as if they were sworn enemies with irreconcilable differences!!
Margaret’s heart tightened, and she couldn’t help but swallow hard.
If it had been a normal situation, with the two Morins attacking her together, perhaps she wouldn’t have been so frightened.
After all, even if she couldn’t win, with her own strength, she still had the confidence to preserve her life!
But at this mont, she was already weakened from defending against the self-destructing priests, even sustaining so injuries… and the two Morins, under the mysterious power boost, not only didn’t decrease in strength but beca even more formidable!!
How could she win?!
Boom!
Margaret clenched her teeth, and with a thought, the fiery glow around her body intensified, increasing her speed to a visibly faster rate.
“Wait for , Lady Margaret!”
Sovoc shouted in panic beside her.
But Margaret turned a deaf ear… the wise adapt to circumstances, and to stay and face the enemy head-on at this point would be folly.
She felt sowhat relieved that there was still a living Sovoc, who could at least buy her ti.
With this thought, she couldn’t help but look up at the graceful black figure far ahead…
“Who knows what kind of Witch Tool that armor is, to boost the flight speed so remarkably!”
“Damn it!” she cursed in her heart.
Colin, a First Rank Wizard who had just advanced, could fly at such a speed with that armor… If only she could have worn that armor herself!
With the temporary boost of streaming light, she narrowed the distance to Colin a bit more as she thought.
However, this was only temporary, and Margaret felt an inexplicable panic inside… she had no idea how close Morin and the others were behind her.
Whoosh!
Margaret’s expression froze.
A figure suddenly whooshed past her!
“Sovoc?!”
She had no idea what witchcraft Sovoc had used, but his speed had now surpassed hers.
But before Margaret could take a closer look,
Thump!!
The sound of an arrow piercing flesh reached her ears.
Margaret’s face turned pale, her eyes filled with disbelief.
A chanical arrow, glittering with cold light, suddenly shot from behind her, passing diagonally through her left shoulder.
“Ginsley’s chanical arrow…”
Margaret recognized the attack, endured the pain, and didn’t look back.
The glow around her surged again forcibly, slightly increasing her speed.
But this slight increase was clearly not enough… although she did not look back, she could guess Morin’s position… or at least Ginsley’s, from the chanical arrow.
Ginsley, the rather rare chanical Wizard, appeared as a portly middle-aged man, but beneath that rotund body were countless intricate structures.
And the chanical arrow, one of the chanical Wizard’s most classic witchcraft, was naturally familiar to her.
Given the power and speed of that arrow, Ginsley was most likely no more than five hundred ters away from her!
Five hundred ters, for a First Rank Wizard’s speed, was only a matter of monts.
Margaret’s mind raced, suddenly concentrating her spiritual power into a long beam, shooting it towards the distant Colin and Sovoc!
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