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Chapter 9: Bait

Chapter 9: Bait

"There is actually such a thing."

Standing tall on the high support column of the cross-sea bridge, the silver knight smiled bitterly in the evening breeze.

Just not far ahead of him, two magical powers were colliding with each other, and there was no intention of stopping, and there was no basic cover-up.

When I don't exist? I can't really know that I'm here, then it can't be a caster. I'm afraid they are the ones with outstanding combat capabilities.

But in this way, the plan has a little problem. It is obvious that it is planned to use yourself as bait, but when it is actually implemented, it suddenly realizes that the enemy has already popped up without doing it by itself. What's the matter?

Should I be happy? I finally don’t have to die too miserable?

ha!

He snapped his fingers with a snap of light suddenly cracked behind the silver knight, and then a holy green war horse emerged from it.

"Long time no see! Ruthyya!"

"Hey, that's true"

But can it really be described as a war horse?

The animal had a figure like a war horse, but its whole body was wrapped with a storm that curled thunder, its long horse's hair and even an unpredictable cloud. How could it be an animal?

And, can war horses fly?

Of course not! This is not an ordinary war horse, but a wind elf that collects the soul of the war horse.

The person named Ruthia can transform into an elves and a Rodrian war horse.

If it is just the trampling of horse hooves, it will be a terrifying bombardment like a siege hammer. Its existence itself is thunder and lightning!

If the last battle isn't it's not there

Forget it, the slim impact cracks.

But this is not over yet!

They are still speeding up!

The two heroes were galloping like they turned into storms. Their figures were already blurred, and they could not see them at all when they took action. They were simply like phantoms, but they were a prelude to destruction.

“Is this sarvent?”

Fantasy reappears here, and God’s generation revives its magnificence.

Alice's chest seemed to be washed away by stormy waves.

She can't do anything, she can only watch.

This is her, she never imagined the world
Chapter completed!
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