Hayden said: "I will not sit idly by this, so will your Majesty."

Those blue and deep eyes were filled with confidence and persistence, which was something that Darren couldn't see from afar. They had appeared in the eyes of many people, except slaves. When they were imprisoned by iron chains, they lost not only freedom and dignity, but also ideals. He held Arnold tightly in his hand, as if only in this way could fill the blank and loss in his heart.

"The oldest and most noble nobleman in the empire's history is the Casdaron family." Hayden half-squatted, "But do you know what they did before the empire was founded?"

Darren shook his head blankly.

Hayden said: "They are ordinary civilians who cannot be more ordinary."

...

This kind of lie can only deceive Darren, who knows nothing about the Casdaron family and the imperial history? Hansen thought speechlessly.

Darren suddenly understood something, but what he understood was too shocking and beyond the limit of his imagination. Even if he was dreaming, the most beautiful dream he had was only the resurrection of his father and mother, and took him and Arnold to leave this hellish city.

"This, this is impossible." The body gradually cooled down in his arms pulled Darren's thoughts back. He shook his head in panic, "I just want to leave here and take Arnold away."

Hayden said: "Does Arnold think so?"

"Of course..." Darren said halfway, dejectedly finding that his opinions could not represent Arnold. From the moment he heard that Arnold wanted to be a student of Hanson, he knew that Arnold's ideals, who were with him day and night, were much greater than his.

Hansen added a handful of wood at the right time, "No one here is more qualified to inherit Arnold's last wish than you."

Darren looked at him and said, "I can't do anything."

Hanson knew he had convinced him and grinned, "If you know everything, what else do you want me to do?"

Darren looked down at Arnold. Death took away his life, his ideals, his hopes, but he could not take away the pain that solidified on his face. But even if his expression was so painful, he was unwilling to look away. When he thought that he might never see this face again, his heart was like burned by charcoal fire, and it was hard to take it as if he was to put him in his heart forever. "I promise you." He hugged Arnold tightly, letting the cold and stiff face press on his chest, as if he wanted to cast him into his heart forever.

Hansen breathed a sigh of relief. This was perhaps the only thing that could be done for the dead Arnold alive Darren. "Ah, by the way," he suddenly looked around, "Where is Mondra?"

Mondra looked at him subconsciously.

Hayden knew the answer when he saw the empty giant hand of earth, "The necromancer always has a way to prevent himself from becoming a dead person."

Hansen said regretfully: "This guy is so lucky!"

Hearing the words "The Undead Mage", Darren's eyes flashed, and his eyes looked at Mondra were full of vigilance and exploration.

Mondra sat thoughtfully on the ground, revealing half of her snow-white calf.

Hayden endured it, but still couldn't help it. He reached out and hugged him into his arms. He pulled down his skirt with no trace with his left hand, covering the half of his skin that was exposed.

Hansen turned his head and whistled, his eyes facing the golden armor coming towards him.

The battle is coming to an end.

Due to Michael's absence, the magicians did not work hard, so they quickly retreated into the castle and left the tranquility outdoors.

"When are you going to leave?" The golden armor issued an order to expel guests as soon as it came up.

Hayden looked up at him and said, "What are you going to do with Michael?"

The golden armor was silent and said, "We will make him pay."

Hayden's eyes were full of inquiry. The golden armor obviously concealed something. If Michael was really so easy to defeat, then the golden armor would never endure it until now. He thought that the reason they chose to explode now was because of themselves, but now it seems that it is not?

The golden armor took out a small notebook and handed it to Hayden solemnly with both hands, "The name of each of us is recorded here."

Hayden stood up and took it with both hands.

When I opened the first page, I saw that the first page reads the tenth-order knight Alfreid Wilson.

"I am Yalfreid." The golden armor was not proud of it, but instead became so vicissitudes that it seemed that he was unwilling to mention it.

Hayden said: "Hayden? Nafest, tenth-level knight. I'm glad to know you."

Yalfreud's eyes slowly lit up, and he felt a little sad, "I have always regarded you as an opponent, and I still do it today."

Hayden smiled slightly and said, "My honor."

Alfreid said, "Thank you for being here. If it weren't for you, maybe I'd forgotten who I am..." He dragged his voice, as if he had a lot to say, but in the next second, he changed the topic, "You guys leave quickly. There are only a few magicians of the fifth and sixth level left by the Magic Guild."

Hayden said: "We are going to Ma'er City."

Yalfreid's pupils contracted, "It's close to Xiguimo..."

Hayden said: “It’s Monica’s hometown.”

Mondra stood up while patting her butt and reached for his sleeve.

Hayden smiled and held his hand in his back.

The fire suddenly faded.

It was so sudden that it seemed as if something was suddenly covered by something.

The surroundings are dark.

Hanson arrived next to Darren as soon as the fire was extinguished, half-squatting and holding his shoulder, listening vigilantly to the movements around him.

The ones who reacted the most here were Alfreid and the silver armor. They surrounded Hayden and others almost instantly.

Alphrede whispered: "The teleportation magic circle to Maer City is in the room at the end of the corridor on the sixth floor, carved with a milky white gate with a picture of whipping slaves." He did not even notice it himself, and his tone seemed to be explaining his funeral.

Hayden silently pulled Mondra to his chest. From just now, he suspected that Michael must have a very powerful killer move in his hand, which made a tenth-level knight like Alfreid have to surrender to his power. Now, it should be the time for him to use his killer move.

"roar……"

The low growl of a suppressed beast came from the air.

Hayden felt his head buzzing and almost burst.

Darren was the weakest among them, and fainted on the spot, and Hansen immediately picked him up.

Mondra didn't feel anything about the roar, but the rings on his arm suddenly flashed, making his head dizzy.

The light is particularly eye-catching in such darkness.

Alfreud looked back at him, but didn't ask.

Hayden murmured: "The light power reacts... is it a dead creature?"

Yalfreid's fingers holding the spear were tightly tight.

"It's the soul-eating beast under the God of Death." Alfreud's voice was so tense that it changed a little. "It uses the soul of a creature as its food. No creature with a soul can fight back in front of it."

Hayden's face was solemn. He heard a monster like Soul-Devouring Beast for the first time, but since Alfreid said that, he must have seen it.

"roar!"

The roar suddenly became louder.

A huge dark cloud suddenly appeared in the air. Looking closely, the dark cloud was like a black wolf with a round belly. Its eyes and mouth were three black holes that were darker and deeper than the body. From a distance, it looked like the God of Light could depict ghosts.

The soul-devouring beast slowly shrank, and the area of ​​the dark clouds suddenly shrank by one third, and then...

"Run!" Alfret took the lead in rushing towards the castle.

The Soul-Devouring Hand opened its mouth wide at them as if exhaling.

The huge attraction will cause the ground to crack, and everyone feels that they are being pulled upward by the strange force...

Fortunately, Yalfret issued a warning in advance, and most of them escaped into the castle, with only five or six silver armors a few steps away and staying outside. But they did not disappear, nor were they sucked away, but just stayed in place like statues, motionless.

The black hole that symbolized the mouth of the Soul-Devouring Beast slowly squirmed, as if chewing.

In the castle, no one cried, no one cursed, and no one even made a sound. They just looked at the corpses that had obviously been sucked away from their souls and performed the knight's ritual silently.
Chapter completed!