garbage can.

Passers-by a street away could hear a crackling sound coming from the Mage Tower, followed by bursts of screams and calls for help, as well as continuous police whistles. Rebecca, stranded people

He swarmed out of the gate with the swarms of city defenders, like rats on a sinking ship.

The terrifying cultist dragged a tall soldier as a weapon and strode towards the prison cell on the second floor. Everywhere he went, the city defense troops who blocked him flew out like rag dolls.

"Stop, you bastard!" Finland shouted angrily and rushed out. He drooped one arm and held a heavy crossbow in the other hand, pointing at the naked man and yelling.

"Stop, don't move! Don't move! You, don't come over, ah——!"

The cultist caught a crossbow shot with his body, kicked the sergeant away, and walked straight to the second floor without caring.

Griffith staggered out of the ground. He was knocked seven or eight meters away and rolled several times on the ground before hitting the corner.

It hurt, it hurt like hell! Griffith's mouth twitched with pain after being hit so hard. His bones were probably broken in three or four places, and bruises and abrasions were all over his body.

But he still chased after him and watched as the cultists came to the door of Khamis' cell.

"Come and save me, Lord Apostle," Khamis shouted from the cell, "I'm here."

"Are you Khamis?" The naked man who was called the apostle broke open the bars of the cell with his bare hands and took Khamis out.

"That's right, Lord Apostle," the captured cultist burst into tears of gratitude, "I didn't expect to trouble you all."

"Believer Khamis," the naked man held Khamis' head with his generous palms, "The Creator thanks you for your service."

There was just a click, and Hamis's head was twisted in a full circle in front of Griffith.

Griffith gritted his teeth not far away and took out the siren from his clothes and blew it hard.

"Beep——!"

The sharp whistle broke the tranquility of the night, and a shout came from the distance.

The cult apostle didn't care about this, his throat was squirming, and then he vomited an egg-sized ball from his mouth, stuffed it into Hamis's mouth that could not be closed, and threw it back into the cell.

After doing all this, the naked man turned around and walked downstairs. He punched Griffith who blocked the way and threw the third bullet. The latter rolled down the second floor like a rubber ball and kept rolling.

We didn't stop until we reached the entrance of the Mage Tower.

The cult apostle passed over the trainee knight whose mouth was full of blood and walked outside without looking back.

With the rapid sound of horse hooves, Lieutenant Scholz, the agent, galloped from the corner of the street. He was riding a handsome black horse, wearing iron armor and holding a sword, roaring like a storm on the sea.

Come.

"Second Lieutenant, be careful of this man!" Griffith was lying on the ground at the door, his mouth full of blood, pointing at the enemy who was slowly walking out of the mage tower, "His power is amazing."

Skoltz looked at the messy mage tower in surprise, and then at Griffith, who was wearing double armor and his face was covered with blood. He drew his sword and shouted, "Put up your hands and kneel on the ground! In our Nao

Perlis Island, whoever dares to provoke the official Beyonders, ugh——!”

The terrifying cult apostle rushed towards the tall and armored Second Lieutenant Scholz and gave him a head-on blow. The second lieutenant flew backwards and hit the wall behind him, and he fainted.

Damn it, what kind of monster is this, a Sequence 6 Extraordinary? Why did it appear here without any sign? I need reinforcements, I need Extraordinary commandos, I need artillery, I need a fleet to kill this monster!

Griffith blew the police whistle frantically, wanting to call all the armed forces in the sea area over.

The cult apostle stretched out his hand to take the lieutenant's war horse, and jumped up. The horse immediately stood up and jumped wildly on the spot. His steel-like limbs quickly curbed the horse's madness and firmly controlled it under his crotch.

Then, on his trembling horse, he cast his gaze at Griffith, who was blowing the police whistle frantically, and his eyes were as frightening as the red moon of calamity.

He said stiffly with an emotionless voice:

"See you later, honey."

After saying this, the mysterious apostle crossed his legs and rode away on the lieutenant's horse.
Chapter completed!