Pillar of Yita

The two of them carved a path towards that direction.

Thanks to the Morning Knights and the City Defense Force sharing their pressure, this stretch of road did not prove too difficult — followers of the Dragon Worship Sect were no match for the two of them.

Seeing this scene, Manlo couldn’t help but yell angrily, ”Have you gone mad? Stop them, keep the little girl, do not let them take her away!”

In theory, all of the elite of the Dragon Worship Sect under his command had already gathered in the square, which didn’t actually include many beyond the Morning Knights.

Manlo’s words were of no use.

But just as his voice faded, a large army suddenly emerged from the other side of the square, encircling towards them.

Seeing this army, Manlo couldn’t help but laugh triumphantly — ”Lord Praetor, now tell me, who is the true governor of this city? In Dolifen, your citizens are probably not as numerous as my followers.”

Fang Hong turned to look back.

But what ”followers’ army”? It was clearly an army of the undead, glowing with countless soul fires and wandering ghosts, vast and torrential like a mighty river.

Fang Hong knew at a glance that this was the doing of the Dragon’s Golden Eyes, clearly her controlled undead army. But he glanced at Manlo and shook his head:

”Do not think you have won, Manlo.”

”The Human Clan reinforcements have arrived.”

He pointed with the scepter in his hand.

A cavalry army materialized out of nowhere on the street.

Seeing this, Manlo was dumbfounded: ”Patrol Cavalry!? How is this possible, weren’t they disbanded ten years ago, and it was my idea — have you been secretly preserving their structure? Are you plotting a rebellion, Declan, have you lost your mind!?”

Fang Hong looked at this hysterical man, feeling some pity in his heart.

”Manlo,” he took the initiative to speak, ”do you know how desperate this city was when facing Nikopolas?”

”And now, these people are merely returning the despair to you —”

”You have the strength of the Dragon’s Golden Eyes, and I — represent the persistence of Dolifen within the rules.” He looked at the other party indifferently:

”That sounds reasonable, doesn’t it?”

The cavalry charged towards the ghost army in a formidable wave, instantly clashing with them.

Seeing this, Manlo nearly blacked out, screaming in rage: ”You wait!”

But that voice — where was it from Manlo Huolite.

It was clearly Hes’s voice —

Only then did Luen Linxiu catch up with Misu and Diket from behind, following Fang Hong and asking, ”Are you done playing? Now think of a way to get out of here!”

”Honestly, I’m not,” Fang Hong shook his head, he had actually known that the Dragon’s Golden Eyes was causing trouble from behind, but she too couldn’t break the rules: ”It was quite fun to tease that guy, it’s just a start.”

He turned back: ”Next, we go to Hustings Cathedral, right?”

Luen Linxiu was stunned: ”How did you know?”

”The illusory Blade of Victory is in the hands of the Dragon’s Golden Eyes, that must be the root of it all, I guess I’ve figured out that final scene,” Fang Hong looked at Diket and Misu, then replied: ”This is all the power of the Scepter of Regret, it can only just oppose Manlo, to defeat Nikopolas, only the Fairy Holy Sword Galapeya will suffice.”

”Mr. Declan, you have done very well,” Diket actually stepped forward to apologize to Fang Hong: ”I misjudged you before, I didn’t expect you to have the courage to stand up too.”

Fang Hong shook his head, because he wasn’t really Declan, but he didn’t bother to explain, just said: ”I have a suggestion.”

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