Mark pulled away the flames and whip and burned with raging fire. He ran wildly on the empty streets.

He stepped on the gravel caused by earthquakes and artillery shells, and quickly passed through the streets and alleys, which was much faster than driving.

In the distance, where the fire is most intense, and where the monsters are roaring the most intense, is the most important defense line in Pandragorn - the River Thur.

"Bak Street, Dororo, Jeff Levik! Miscellaneous! Look at me!"

"boom!"

"Peter Maurel, Jackry District, San Francisco! Tell my mother that I was for Pandragon! Died for the Queen!"

"For the Queen!!"

"boom!!"

"hiss!"

"boom!!"

The shouts from afar made Mark's pace faster and faster. Looking at the steel fortress that had become a ruin by the Thur River in the distance, a group of soldiers were entangled with guns and the monsters.

The huge sarcoma monster is invulnerable to swords and guns, and it is impossible to break the defense from the outside.

Mark looked at the group of Britanian soldiers, tied a quantity of explosives on his body, rushed into the mouths of the group of sarcoma monsters with himself as bait and pulled the explosives.

The sarcoma monster's temptation to the soul is irresistible. The method has been tried and done. The explosives easily blew up its mouth and dripped blood.

The longer the team tied with explosive packs, the stronger their eyes were.
Chapter completed!