first wizarding world war.

Chapter 307: Holy Ranks! No wonder Chloe told me to run away quickly (asking for monthly tickets, there will be updates soon)

Charlotte pointed at Chloe and shouted heroically, "You defeated general, you are here to die again."

Chloe also abandoned all distracting thoughts and shouted, "I don't know who it was, but he was beaten several times and ran away in panic."

Charlotte had a quick-handed clerk following her, constantly giving her "lines". After all, Chloe had been at the front line the whole time, and he had just returned. If he didn't get the "battle report" right, he would easily be exposed.

The two were just gathering their strength and shouting at each other when they heard a long, clear whistle like the cry of a phoenix coming from Chloe's military camp. A young man in a military uniform slowly rose into the air. He glanced at Charlotte with contempt. Although the two were far apart, Charlotte felt as if struck by lightning and her whole body froze!
"Holy Steps!"

"No wonder Chloe told me to run away."

"If it weren't for my loyal servant, the former leader of the Golden Goat Pirates, Hrolf, I would have died this time."

"Well, maybe I can escape on my own, but my Knights of Favonius will definitely be doomed."

"I just don't know if this old guy is going to give me enough energy!"

"When he was on St. Michael's Island, he didn't behave very well. He was often stupid!"

Chloe finally remembered some "old feelings" and hoped that Charlotte would understand her death. She said loudly: "This is Major Andreas of our Black Phoenix Dynasty, and he is also the youngest Saint in the Black Phoenix Dynasty!"

"It is really an honor for you to die in his hands."

Charlotte had never heard of this Saint of the Black Phoenix Dynasty, and he didn't take the fact that he was the youngest seriously.

Although Major Andreas looks young, his actual age should not be much younger than Princess Mei or Senior Sister Menilman, and he is even more likely to be a few years older.

Charlotte has seen many such so-called youngest saints.

Well, he had really seen the youngest saint in the Old World: Zimmerman Axel Robin.

Andreas had no intention of speaking at all. He stretched out his hand and grabbed, and a knight's lance flew out from the barracks. He held the lance, took a deep breath, and a clear sound like a phoenix's cry came out of his body.

Charlotte then realized that the sound just now was not a deliberate howl made by this person, but the special martial arts he practiced, which spontaneously generated the vibration of fighting spirit when it was put into practice.

"It comes with background music. What an awesome technique."

As soon as this thought crossed Charlotte's mind, Andreas threw the knight's spear in his hand.

The knight's lance flashed like lightning, accompanied by bursts of clear whistles like the cry of a phoenix. A ray of terrifying intent on the lance directly locked Charlotte's soul, making him feel that there was no escape.

If nothing unexpected happened, Charlotte would have died from this shot.

Chloe couldn't bear to watch it, and thought to herself: "I will collect your body!"

"I just hope that this blow from Andreas will prevent his body from being so shattered."

Charlotte didn't move, but his loyal servant Herolf behind him slowly took out the "Killer Whale" and twisted it in the air. At the moment when the knight's lance thrown by Andreas was about to pierce Charlotte, the knight's lance of ordinary quality was shattered into countless powder.

Charlotte knew that the killer whale was far more lethal in Herolf's hands than in her own.

It wasn't that he was without a weapon that suited him, so he returned this high-level extraordinary knight's spear to the golden goat.

The old goat easily defeated Andreas's attack, but still showed no emotion. In fact, since becoming Charlotte's loyal servant, he has become autistic and never spoke again.

The reality was too cruel, and the blow to the Golden Goat Herolf was too great. If he went to the Sixth Hospital in any city on Earth and had a psychiatric examination, he would definitely get a diagnosis of severe depression, severe anxiety, and autism.

As for the authenticity of this diagnosis, we will not discuss it.

Anyway, it has to be this symptom.

The old goat's move shocked all the soldiers of both armies.

When Andreas appeared, the Knights of Favonius were in despair. Countless people looked at Charlotte, hoping that their coach could turn the tide, just like before.

They also didn't expect that Charlotte could really turn the tide. The old goat's move this time immediately boosted the morale of the entire Knights of Favonius, and everyone smiled.

So what if it's the Holy Rank?

We in the Knights of Favonius have it too.

No one thought about how this person got the holy rank.

Andreas saw that his perfect attack was easily broken by a simple old man beside Charlotte, and a look of surprise appeared on his face. He spoke for the first time on the battlefield, and his voice was extremely beautiful, just like the chirping of the most beautiful birds in the mountains and forests: "Who are you? A saint will not appear on the continent for no reason. I have not heard of your image among the saints of the Fars Empire. Don't hide your head and show your tail."

The old goat remained indifferent, as if he had not heard what Andreas said.

Charlotte hastily tried to smooth things over, saying, "He's just like that. He doesn't talk much to me."

"But, you wanted to kill me just after we met!"

"I won't be polite with you."

Charlotte patted the Golden Goat Herolf on the shoulder and said, "Go all out and take down this bastard."

"You actually want to kill me as soon as we meet, you bastard, you don't know what you're talking about."

The Golden Goat Hrolf moved his face and really wanted to say, "Is there anyone in the world who is more of a bastard, more of a jerk, and more ignorant than you?"

The old goat felt the pain in his heart and dared not think about it anymore. If he thought about it any further, he was afraid that he would cry.

The Pirate King of the Sea of ​​Giant Whales owns Saint Michael Island, ancient magic warships such as the Queen Bee, and a magic alchemy warship, dozens of warships, and countless subordinates...

Now you have fallen to the point where you are being treated like a servant!

The old goat slowly rose into the air, pointed the killer whale in his hand, and turned all his grief and anger into an attack.

The surging ocean-type fighting spirit in his body continued to accumulate momentum after this attack, and halfway through the journey, he developed a strong fighting spirit like a surging ocean.

Andreas did not expect that this ordinary-looking old man could actually use such explosive moves. His strength was so strong that even among the saints, he was at a very high level.

He didn't even dare to confront the enemy head-on, after all, the two sides were taking different paths.

The golden goat Herolf is a master of both ocean-related fighting spirit and magic, and each of his attacks has the power to stir the ocean.

Andreas took a light and quick approach. He was not good at fighting head-on, and he did not dare to let the old goat accumulate his momentum to its peak, otherwise the old guy would really be able to kill him with one shot.

Andreas suddenly soared into the air, ready to fight a decisive battle in the sky!
(End of this chapter)