"I heard, they are just a bunch of clowns." My face instantly cooled down, and I said every word with murderous intent.

The Alliance of the Fallen has not heard this word for a long time, just because in recent years, except for the Lu Gaoyin incident in the first world in the past few years, they have never caused much waves. Moreover, the Alliance of the Fallen originally

The three leaders, Carlos, Seattle, and Sister Sharna's father, the wizard Yaro, who are standing in front of me, are actually all members of the Alliance. You said that such an organization would not exist in the huge Adventurers Alliance.

Where can they jump in front of big things? It is no exaggeration to say that they are clowns.

Although Carlos and Seattle have now "returned from evil" and Yaro is dead, Akara seems to have laid a new ambush in the Alliance of the Fallen. It is precisely because of the lack of climate in these years, and most of the members of the Alliance of the Fallen,

How should I put it? They are almost all aggregations of various sorrows in this cruel world, so Akara never let me deal with this aspect of things, so that I gradually forgot about them.

Now that Akara and Carlos suddenly reminded me, I remembered that there is still this group of people. However, no matter what kind of pitiful past these people have, in this moment of burning buttocks, it is really frustrating for them to add a little more fuel.

I can no longer show mercy to them, all that is left in my heart is murderous intent.

Carlos, who felt my naked murderous intention, couldn't help but smile bitterly.

"Ahem, Junior Brother Wu, listen to me. I found out from the Great Elder of Akara that some of the people coming from the Fallen Alliance this time are my former subordinates, so..."

After a pause, Carlos' eyes showed firmness, pain and determination.

"So, I want to go there myself to see if I can convince them. If not, then it is better to die by my sword than die by someone else's sword. At least there will be a burial place."

The sadness mixed with the sonorous tone flowed slowly in the small room. For a moment, the three of us were speechless, lowered our heads, and silently immersed in the sadness.

"Okay, I have no reason to stop you. I'll leave Camp Roger to you." After a moment, I took a deep breath and patted Carlos on the shoulder.

"Just leave it to me, just leave it to me..."

Carlos murmured, and his complicated and heavy gaze fell out of the window, seemingly across the yellow sand and the endless misty forest, falling on his former partner in the camp.

"We don't know when exactly the monsters will attack. Without further ado, let's go find Garn and the others right away."

After making the decision, I slammed the table, stood up, and strode out the door. I wanted to be the person in charge, so I had to do it to the end. I would not follow the path Akara had tailor-made for himself.

I will use my own will to feel and judge, but if the path she gives is really the best choice, it can really bring happiness to my wives, my relatives, and my friends.

If you want to be happy, then why not be the savior?

I have always regarded myself as a homebody, aiming to eat and wait for death, thinking that I just need to protect the important people. Because of this narrow obsession, I did not say it openly, but secretly resisted Akara’s wish.

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In fact, I know very well in my heart that the most convenient way to realize these wishes is to defeat the forces of hell once and for all. However, the otaku's thoughts of leisure and indolence are always haunting my ears like the devil's warning - why do I have to

Is it you? Wait, if you hang around for a few more days, maybe the real savior will come, and you can be intimate with little Vilas and the others at home, eat popcorn, and wait for the Dark Continent to be saved from that savior.

Be liberated.

However, now is the time to wake up. The situation has reached this point and there is no savior. So just do it yourself. Instead of waiting for the misty happiness to fall from the sky, it is better to build it with your own hands!

Thinking about this, an indescribable feeling surges deep in the soul, as if the dusty place has been washed by clean water, and the soul becomes extremely clear, clear, and pure, with a feeling that has never been experienced before.

The breath naturally glows, brews and emanates from the depths of the soul.

A touch of Artoria's inexplicable confidence and energy.

Carlos and Seattle, who were walking behind, suddenly stopped, looked at each other, smiled, and exchanged words with each other.

Carlos: Junior Brother Wu Fan finally has the consciousness of a leader. It’s not easy!

Seatlek: That old fox in Akala has tried every possible means for this moment. If he were an ordinary person, he would probably consider himself the savior long ago...

"Let's go!!"

After leaving the hotel, facing the hot sun, I said to Carlos and Seattle Crescent behind me.
Chapter completed!