"Qian, that guy is a traitor! Why are you still protecting him!" The big man couldn't help but shout.

"Just this once—" the red-haired girl gritted her teeth and said, but then she shook her head as if she wanted to shake the idea out of her mind: "Just this last time, I can't stand by and watch him die here."

"Qian?" Redi was stunned; this time, even he seemed to see the shadow of the original Qian in the girl's back.

"Get lost already!" The red-haired girl angrily said, "Go find Lord Conrad!"

Redi was dumbfounded for a moment, then he realized and scrambled away, running and stumbling.

But Brand, seeing this scene, had a flash of surprise in his eyes. His knowledge was so extensive that he instantly captured the 'Red Knight's' struggle—rejection reaction! This indicated that the girl's own consciousness hadn't completely disappeared. She had spoken entirely from her own consciousness earlier. Otherwise, how could a Divine Envoy, such a cold and emotionless being, actively protect someone! This meant that this Divine Envoy was still in its initial stage!

Understanding this, Brand suddenly realized why the Red Knight Milpfit ended up becoming a Ghost Knight. He couldn't help but give a thumbs up in his heart—what courage! She dared to defy the invasion of Divine Blood at the cost of her own existence. This girl truly had character. Thinking of this, he couldn't help but feel a bit of sudden admiration.

However, admiration aside, that disgusting egomaniac couldn't be allowed to escape. Brand was not one to let a tiger return to the mountain. This guy was clearly out to get him. Who knows if he would come back next time as some sort of Ultraman to cause trouble for him again? Even if the opponent didn't have protagonist aura, what if someone like Romantic or another person by his side got hurt? Wouldn't that be a regret of a lifetime?

He decisively made a gesture, the meaning very clear: knock that girl out and take down that bastard behind her.

The Elf Commander beside Brand was slightly stunned and looked at this young Lord in surprise. The gesture Brand just made was not simple; it was one of the command gestures often used by ancient commanders during the Saint War. These gestures had developed and changed significantly over time. In this era, few people knew the gestures from seven centuries ago.

But surprise was one thing; the Commander still coldly and professionally relayed the order swiftly.

There was no doubt—

Trying to escape under the 'care' of twenty Templars was clearly a delusional act. Even with a Gold Level existence providing cover, the outcome wouldn't change.

...

Balrog, the ruins left behind from the Silver Elves' great retreat before the Year of Radiance—

The Lizardman Commander He Youji'er occupied the largest hall within the ruins. This hall was probably used by the Silver Elves for worship and important ceremonies in the past, but like other buildings, after being abandoned for centuries, this once magnificent hall had also fallen into disrepair. Perhaps out of instinct or as a sign of incomplete evolution—the Lizardmen hadn't shed some of their close relatives' habits. Just like He Youji'er himself still had a strong sense of territoriality—this hall had long been regarded by him as private property. Anyone who dared to touch it was seen as challenging his authoritative position among these Lizardmen looters.

However, He Youji'er took pride in his aesthetic sense. Compared to those stinky fellows, he could naturally tidy up this hall like a civilized person. The central part of the hall was still covered with a red carpet, just like hundreds of years ago, and various pieces of furniture that seemed to have been looted from somewhere were scattered around. These pieces were haphazardly piled together, which was something He Youji'er especially liked. He had ordered his subordinates to pile these things together.

To conveniently appreciate them every day.

When Conrad entered the hall with the Black Fire Sect's Dark Priest, all three of them snorted coldly in unison. The latter didn't want to see the faces of Conrad and the Dark Priest. The former disdained the crude aesthetics of this less-than-brainy reptile. To the Mercenary Group Leader, the hall looked no different from a junkyard.

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