Pioneering

Chapter 194

Edgar looked up at the figure in front of him, staring at him furiously: "It's you! Sart!"

Sart waved away the smoke and dust, and said, "Don't come here, Mr. Edgar, why are you in such a mess? Do you need my help?"

"Let me help you on the road!" Salt cursed Edgar with a weak curse, rubbing out a mass of decayed energy in his hands behind his back, and attacked at the same time.

Edgar didn't hide, instead he drew out his sword, stepped forward, and slashed at Salt angrily with his sword.

The curse fell on him smoothly, but the armor on his body shone brightly and was completely purified.

The subsequent energy light ball was blocked by a small shield from his helmet, but it had little effect.

"This set of equipment is really eye-catching." Sart licked his lips, deftly dodged the blow sideways, extended the distance with a displacement spell, and continued to fly a kite to attack Edgar from a distance.

When Edgar was burning with rage, he chased after him without hesitation, displaying his torrential fighting spirit with all his strength, his pupils glowed purple after his blood changed, his muscles became more muscular, and a layer of skin grew. Gray hair, with a different kind of wild charm, floated in the air and flew towards Salt.

The two chased and fled, and quickly moved away from the positions of the female trainers, only a few black spots could be seen vaguely.

Before Edgar came back to his senses, a sharp hiss sounded, and a huge and handsome scarlet monster suddenly rushed towards Claire.

"No—!" Edgar turned around and was about to return for help, but Salt turned from defense to offense, and the overwhelming dark energy attacks and kills suppressed his movement range.

Claire was seriously injured, and coupled with the tricky sequence path, the same level is not as good as the gifted golden monster, and she fell into a life-and-death crisis in a breath.

After she struggled to use her wind shield to defend against the fire rain of the Scarlet Flame Feathered Eagle, a pair of sharp claws tore through her defense, and grabbed her chest hard!

In the sky, Zhong Ming's figure moved slightly, and he stood in front of the God of Vacuum: "Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, I won't interfere. Why, do you think the oath is not binding?"

There are not many high-level sequence priests suitable for God's Descend and Saint's Descend. Previously, two of them were killed in Budapest, and now the God's Descend has consumed another one, leaving only Claire, Moran and Pope Dort is far away in the middle of the continent.

If one dies and one is missing, the God of Vacuum will inevitably be in a hurry.

Being blocked by Zhong Ming, he could only stare bitterly at Salt below, and continued to wait and see.

"Ah Qiu—"

Salter felt as if he was being targeted by a terrifying existence, his hairs stood on end, and he was almost cut in two by Edgar's sword. He muttered and stepped forward to stop Edgar again.

Claire was pierced with four bloody holes by the sharp eagle claws. With a little force from the red flame feather eagle, her internal organs were smashed to pieces.

The huge bird's beak continued to pierce the comatose, seriously injured women...

"Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa !

A holy and resentful beam shot at Edgar, which was the unicorn caught by Edgar and his party earlier.

And Chi Yanyuying, who had solved the others, also turned around and joined the ranks of besieging Edgar.

……

There is a saying that two fists cannot match four hands.

Even if Edgar encounters many adventures, his strength rises like a rocket, he is dressed in a godly mount, and has a beautiful woman in his arms. After all, it is hard to resist the joint beating of three masters of the same level.

What's more, under the previous series of big explosions, Edgar suffered some minor injuries even though he was protected by a divine outfit.

After a fight, he ushered in his own end.

Edgar, who was full of scars, braced his body with his sword, and glanced at Sartre resentfully: "Scumbag, I don't accept it, I don't accept it!"

After that, he swallowed his last breath.

The fighting spirit was exhausted, he repeatedly squeezed himself, and died of exhaustion.

It was not easy for Salt and the others. There were several blood holes on the wings of the Scarlet Flame Feather Eagle, the horn of the unicorn was cut off, and Salte himself lost an arm.

Sart cautiously tested it, and after confirming that Edgar was dead, he pulled off his equipment and weapons, turned and left.

……

On the city of Talodan, Archbishop Moran stared into the distance worriedly: This is the most elite group of fighters in the church. If something goes wrong, wouldn't it be...

However, they saw bursts of dust suddenly rolled up in the distance, and some troops wearing blue robes rode their mounts and rushed towards the city of Talodan, and the leader could be seen shouting from a distance:

"Quickly open the city gate, and quickly take us into the city, there is an ambush among us! The Asshais are coming!"

Moraen was taken aback, and quickly looked closely. The equipment, clothes, and appearance were indeed Edgar's.

The clothes and mounts of the [-] or so church soldiers behind "Edgar" were also the same as before.

Mo Laen hesitated, and shouted: "Your Excellency Edgar, slogan! Slogan!"

"What are you talking about? I can't hear you clearly!" Edgar shouted anxiously.

Just as Moran was about to repeat the question, he saw an Asshai army quickly approaching Edgar's defeated army, and a rain of arrows struck, even hundreds of defeated troops fell.

With a roar, Edgar drew out his weapon, killed several Asshai warriors quickly, and scolded:
"Mo Laen, do you want to watch us die? These are all people from your church!"

Mo Laen hesitated for a while, seeing a large number of Asshai troops approaching in the distance, and the scene of fighting in the city was so real, he ordered the gates to be opened and led the army out of the city to meet them.

The Asshai army that was chasing them turned around and ran away when they saw that reinforcements were coming.

Edgar stepped forward, chopped down a few, cooperated with Mo Laen to drive away one or two, and then led the army to the city gate.

"Your Excellency Edgar, where is Holy Maiden Claire?" Archbishop Moran asked anxiously, not seeing her.

"Claire, Claire..." Edgar raised his hand and wiped the corners of his eyes, squeezing out a few tears.

Mo Laen's heart sank, and he said with difficulty: "What happened, even if there is an ambush, why can't even Claire escape?"

Edgar saw that the front of the troops had entered, and said sadly: "We have been ambushed. It is a trap, a huge trap. The Asshais bombarded us with hundreds of magic cannons. We suffered heavy casualties."

Mo Laen frowned and thought: No, the magic cannons are powerful, and with their strength, they shouldn't be able to escape only a few people.

"Your Excellency Edgar, where are your female companions? Didn't they all escape?"

"Yes, my heart hurts so much." Edgar said sadly as he watched the troops halfway into the city.

"What about your mount? Why didn't the windwing scale horse escape?"

"Yes, I didn't run out." Edgar watched as the troops almost entered the city, put his hand on Mo Laen's shoulder unconsciously, and bent down and cried bitterly.

Mo Laen frowned, but thinking that Edgar had just experienced a big defeat, he suppressed the discomfort.

"Hmm!" Mo Laen clutched his chest, staring at "Edgar" in disbelief, drops of blood spurted out quickly.

"You are not Edgar!"

(End of this chapter)