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No one wants to happen such an accident, but unfortunately, it is often not subject to human will. In any case, this banquet at Shuiyue Manor is destined to shake the north.

As the situation has evolved, everyone except those who have fainted. The manor guards are constantly rushing into the hall and rescuing the people on the ground. The knights of the external security hall also surrounded these layers and quickly advanced.

In such an environment, the nobles and wealthy businessmen who escaped by chance naturally could not leave immediately. They gathered not far from the hall with horror. Some noble women were crying, some were shouting for friends and relatives, and more were talking about which big man had not come out yet... But in the end, most people were stunned to listen to the roar from time to time behind the manor, and to see the exquisite houses built like children playing houses, falling down as soon as they touched and dissipated...

Gudong... swallowed, and turned his gaze back to the hall with difficulty.

It is hard to say that the rich businessmen are, but all the nobles have some strength, and they may not have enough experience in doing things, but their fighting spirit is still quite impressive. Many of them are standing here are intermediate warriors. But even so, the scene in front of them still makes their hearts tighten violently. What is this? Is it a play to demolish the house? Forget it, this is not the level they can reach, so let's look at the hall...

The hall is more suitable for viewing without psychological barriers, and the scale of the battle is small. The dozen or so Dark Snake Guards are gradually being divided and fighting alone. It is good. Their skills are very good. But the fighting style is definitely not like this. In addition, the current situation is probably not long before they will be wiped out.

"Go aside...the evil heresy, accept the sanctions of the God of Light, the arrow of the Holy Light!"

"The Holy Sword Judgment... You should not walk in the world and pollute all living beings. Today I, Sethman, will purify you..."

...

More than a dozen lightswords roared back and forth over the broken hall, and from time to time dived with guidance, with extraordinary momentum.

Sethman, wearing a red robe, looked solemn and solemn. His eyes were wide open, staring at the jealous Dark Snake Guards, which looked very good. In fact, the results were really good. The nobles and wealthy businessmen not far away all praised each other, and occasionally made gestures and chanted words such as praising God.

As soon as the battle situation between Tang En and the other two changed, Sethman became energetic. He waved his hand to command the guards coming in and came to the front line with righteousness. He knew that those people were just Dark Snake Guards. He didn't know that he thought he was fighting fiercely with the patriarch of a tribe in the Northern Wilderness.

Just as Dawu said before. Since he came, he did not plan to go back alive. These Dark Snake Guards naturally had this awareness and did not act as hostages of nobles and wealthy businessmen on the ground. To be honest, it is meaningless. This place is thousands of miles away from the Northern Desert, and even if there are hostages in hand, they cannot go back. With that time, it would be better to take the opportunity to step on a few people to death...

However, the strength of the Sethman magician is not fake. If you face Tangen or Dawu, you naturally have no chance of winning. But it is still more than enough to deal with these Dark Snake Guards who have already revealed their bodies. In addition, more and more guards rushed in, and these dozen Dark Snake Guards did not cause much trouble. With the lightsaber's concentrated downward attack again, they were eventually wiped out.

However, although the hall was quiet, the deceased would never wake up. After the noble and wealthy businessman who were looking for relatives and friends rushed into the broken hall, Sethman stood next to a dark body with a sad face.

Not to mention those who were rushing to search for relatives and friends, more people gathered around Sethman. Soon, they recognized the black charcoal corpse on the ground, which was the previous Holy City messenger, and couldn't help but breathe.

Three days later, the masters who always reinforced the front line will arrive, but the person who was receiving is dead now. What should I do? And even if I don’t mention this, the messenger came from the Holy City, but now he died at the banquet of the nobles in Hanshui City. Although it was because there was a reason, it was undoubtedly a headache to explain it.

"Mr. Sethman, please do not be too sad. He has just returned to the embrace of the God of Light and will enter the paradise forever to enjoy joy." After a while, a nobleman who was about the believer of the Temple of Light spoke to comfort him.

"Oh..." Sethman's white eyebrows moved slightly, shook his head, raised his head and sighed with a compassionate expression, "I am not sad... On the front line, I have to face death almost every day, and even most of my guardian knights died in battle... I just regret that the sins in the world are far from dying, but our heroic warriors have set out on their way back."

He paused, wiped his eyes, then looked up and said with a serious look: "But these are not reasons for us to shrink back... He has returned to the embrace of the God of Light, and I am also preparing. As long as there is still a breath, as long as there is still a little sin in this world, we will fight it to the end!"

Slap sex...

As thunderous applause sounded, everyone around him looked at Sethman with reverence. He was full of emotions, and tears were already filled with tears at this time.

Sethman took a step back, first bowed solemnly to the body of the messenger, then waved his hand: "I did nothing... I would like to dedicate my applause and respect to him, to those innocent people who died today."

As soon as this statement was spoken, everyone couldn't help but admire it even more. What a noble character. He had been deeply involved in the hall fighting with the cultists, and then led everyone to eliminate the remnants, but now he has completely pushed the credit to the dead messenger... How noble! How selfless! Oh, praise God!

The hall was solemn at first, and everyone bowed and bowed, and then thunderous applause rang again.

I don’t know how shocked they would be if they saw the people shot to death by crossbow arrows rebounded by Sethman’s magic shield. I don’t know how disillusioned they would be if they saw Sethman retreating in a mess before and shouting for help afterwards... Unfortunately, there are not so many ifs in this world, so Sethman has now gained more noble respect.

Huh... wiped his forehead, Sethman breathed a sigh of relief, and finally pushed the credit out...

Such behavior is not because Sethman respects this messenger, but in fact, he doesn't care about the life or death of this guy. It is not because Sethman doesn't want this credit, don't forget that he came to the north for this. It's just that the credit is too hot. If you receive this credit, you have to bear the corresponding responsibility. And now there are so many noble and wealthy businessmen who die on the scene, how can you bear it? It's obviously a deal that makes more profit than loss...

"Sir Sethman, it's been so long that Knight Xia Wei'an won't have anything to do?" a nobleman looked at the back with concern and said.

"Yes, why don't you go and support me and eliminate these heresy as soon as possible."

...

"Ahem, this..." Sethman's mouth twitched twice, asking him to go to rescue? What a joke... But Sethman is worthy of being a camp for so many years, with first-class reactions, his eyes turned, and said in a warm voice, "Don't panic, please believe in the strength of Knight Captain Xia Wei'an. In fact, we have a division of labor. The battle is not over yet, and it is not certain whether there are hidden cult followers around me. So my task is to protect everyone here... Alas, there are more people who have died today, and we don't want any innocent people to die."

These words are pertinent, the key is that they also involve everyone's own safety, and they naturally agree.

Waving his hand, suppressing the noise. Sethman spoke again, diverting everyone's attention: "Although we cannot directly help Knight Shaweian fight, we can pray that she can get the God of Light...uh?"

Before Sethman could finish his words, the back of the manor suddenly became silent.

Soon, under the gaze of everyone, a figure walked out of the ruins, with silver armor, a flaming spear, and a black shadow hanging on the tip of the spear. It was a corpse...
Chapter completed!