Rogge asked anxiously: "God of Knowledge, people have withdrawn, what should we do now?"

"Do nothing, wait."

Trick was also surprised by Rogge's retreat. He came to the car wall in surprise and found that no trap had been laid. Only then did he realize that the Dark Side City was really retreating, but not too far. Looking through a sand dune,

Looking at him, the leading black warrior also made a 'please' gesture to him.

Trick couldn't help but mutter: "These undead creatures actually have brains opened?"

After muttering a few times, Trick said loudly: "The despicable enemy set up an ambush to assassinate the young Kree knight. The enemy must have set other traps. We cannot act rashly. We will retreat with the corpse of the Kree knight."

The Silver Knights restrained the corpses of the Kree Knights and his men, and Hulala retreated cleanly, leaving only javelin arrows and bloodstains on the ground, a silent testament to the battle just now.

Rogge looked confused: "Why is this happening? What do you mean by asking me to make the 'please' gesture? Why did they retreat? Is this a secret signal?"

"...How did you survive until now?" Nigris covered his face speechlessly.

Bruske also noticed it and said: "You have been raised. Raise your enemies to respect yourself."

"Then what does the 'please' gesture mean?" Rogge finally accepted that he had become a raised enemy, but he still didn't understand why a gesture could make the enemy retreat.

"They need the corpses of their companions. The soul breath on the wounds of the corpses can prove that they were killed by undead creatures, and they can confess to the superiors. If you don't retreat, then they will have no choice but to break your car formation and themselves

Take the body back," Nigris said.

At this moment, Ange suddenly looked up at the sky, and a row of explosive fireballs appeared in front of him, shooting into the sky in a trail.

The light of the fireball illuminated a figure that was falling at high speed. It was a tall, round-waisted human woman, wearing a coarse linen dress, falling from the sky at high speed. Facing the incoming fireball, she did not even blink and allowed the fireball to blast her.

On the body.

The fireball exploded, and the flames slid down the woman's body without touching her, as if the flames couldn't attach to her.

However, she had to carry one, two, and three, and by the time she reached the twelfth one, she couldn't stand it anymore. She maneuvered in the air, and the flames couldn't touch her, but the impact of the explosion was not easy to bear.

But Ange's eyes were firmly fixed on her, and despite her many twists and turns, the fireball still pursued her.

New fireballs kept being released, and the old fireballs were chasing after them. The longer they flew, the more fireballs were left in the air. If they hit her at the same time, the power would probably be superimposed to a level that would be unbearable for her.

Brusque stood in front of Ange with a wry smile: "Sir, please be merciful."

Ange tilted his head and withdrew his hand, the fireballs in the sky stopped.

The human woman flew over menacingly, and the little zombie angels, including Rogge, all stood in front of Ange.

The woman ignored the others, flew straight to Brusk, grabbed his ears and roared: "How dare you steal my dragon egg! Do you want to die! Do you want to

die!"

Bruske said calmly: "The child has hatched."
Chapter completed!