The goddesses attempted to gain my salvation.

Several servants who had just packed their valuables and were preparing to flee after hearing the sounds of battle were also caught in the crossfire and turned into desiccated corpses lying on the ground.

Chapter 127 Two-Pronged Attack [No. 1 on the April New Book Chart, 4/7]

At this moment, the old King Bolaining is in his palace, enjoying high-quality black tea picked from the shores of Crescent Lake.

In front of them were various kinds of tea snacks.

The rich aroma reminded him of a beautiful woman with half her body exposed on the lakeside.

Her body was covered in water droplets, glistening and translucent, and her smile was as beautiful as a flower.

The tea and snacks on the table, like the damp thin clothes on a beauty in the lake, accentuate this tranquil beauty.

"What a beautiful day..."

"Indeed, the days without the threat of the Papacy are the best days!"

But just then, a shrill voice shattered the peace.

"An assassin!!!"

"Help! Someone, come quick!!!"

"There are thorns... Ah!!!"

Bernard smashed the teacup in his hand to the ground. He jumped up and looked around in a panic.

Outside the door, shouts of battle could be heard continuously.

Berlein immediately tensed up. Could it be that the Knights of the Radiant Moon had attacked?!

But since that day, he has never contacted the Church of Eternal Life again. He even took the initiative to send troops to assist the Holy See's Knights of the Sun in besieging and eliminating the remnants of the Church of Eternal Life.

Orina, surely she wouldn't let the Knights of the Moon kill her...

Probably not.

The heavy footsteps grew closer and closer, finally stopping at the entrance to his palace.

Then, the heavy wooden door was smashed open with a brute force.

Before him stood the mage guards under Berlein's command.

With five circuits, it possesses considerable strength.

He was facing Bernin, covered in blood.

"What's wrong?!"

"Who on earth has attacked?!"

However, the magician remained silent, spitting out blood continuously, his whole body trembling.

And his feet, pulled by some force, gradually left the ground.

Only then did Berlein notice that his neck was being tightly gripped by a large hand!

The magician's neck was snapped cleanly the next moment and then tossed aside like a rag.

A giant man, two meters tall and wearing a trench coat, was standing at the door, his eyes, with only the whites of his eyes showing, fixedly staring at Berlein.

Behind him, the entire corridor was filled with fallen guards!

Bernard's mind ceased to think at that moment.

"Target... found."

“Take it back to… Mother.”

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Victor's caravan was only a day's drive from the magic academy.

Ever since the day he encountered the assassination squad, Victor has remained on high alert.

After all, with no other mentors around, Claire and Maggie went to find Ryan and the others.

Therefore, the heavy responsibility of protecting the students naturally fell on his shoulders alone.

Fortunately, the rest of the journey went smoothly, and the students who were infected with the poison were in stable condition under the protection of magic.

Just one more day, just one more day, and I can get back to the academy!

But at that moment, Victor, who was on high alert, noticed that the ground was trembling slightly.

Moreover, this vibration clearly shows a trend of gradually increasing.

Someone is approaching them!

This is not a good thing!

Victor quickly leaned out of the carriage and looked in the direction of the sound.

In the distance, on the horizon, a blurry figure was running towards them with long strides.

The intense heat from the ground caused the figure in sight to distort constantly, making it impossible to determine its exact distance.

Victor's heart immediately tightened, and he quickly ordered the coachman to move forward at full speed.

I, on the other hand, drove the carriage to the very end.

The coachman kept cracking his whip, and the horses galloped swiftly on all fours.

The carriage bounced up and down, and the students could only huddle together to keep their balance.

Even so, the figure continued to grow larger.

It was obvious that the guy's speed had exceeded the carriage's limits!

Victor knew that if things continued like this, it wouldn't be long before that guy caught up!

Victor tried to convince himself that it was just a guy practicing running.

It won't hurt them.

Perhaps they'll even smile at them as they pass by.

However, even he himself didn't believe this explanation.

How could anyone be running in this hot wasteland, especially since they were clearly heading straight for the convoy!

After pondering for a long time, Victor called over two squad leaders, told them the direction of the academy, and then had the coachman get into the carriage in front.

Then, he pulled on his carriage and stopped.

Stepping down from the carriage, the hot wind ruffled Victor's beard.

He removed his somewhat worn magic hat and dusted off his clothes. Head held high, he looked directly at the approaching figure.

In the past, he was unable to protect Rooney from delinquent students.

Previously, he had failed to protect the students from numerous assassins.

Now, he must step forward and stop that person.

Whatever his purpose in approaching the academy's convoy, he must be stopped!

It was his responsibility, and he had to do it.

The tremors beneath my feet grew more and more pronounced, and the figure became increasingly clear.

It was a huge man wearing a trench coat.

His skin was pale, and his eyes were a chilling white.

Even from a distance, Victor could feel the intense pressure emanating from him.

Even in this kind of weather, Victor couldn't help but shiver.

"Excuse me, sir, could you please wait a moment?"

Victor tried to call out to the other man, but the man in the trench coat ignored him, walked past him as if he hadn't seen anything, and sped towards the convoy!

Victor quickly chased after him and blocked the man in the trench coat's path once again!

"Where are you going? Stop!"

The man in the trench coat stopped and looked at the white-bearded old man in front of him, tilting his head as if he was thinking.

Why did this person stop him?

However, this thought only lasted a moment before the man in the trench coat made his decision. He raised his right fist high and smashed it down on Victor's head!

Fortunately, Victor was prepared and took a few steps back to dodge the attack.

"You're going to attack without even saying a word?"

"These assassins nowadays really don't understand any manners at all!"

Victor's palm was burning with flames as he attacked the man in the trench coat.

Fire serpents, fire missiles, walls of flame—he used every spell he knew.

However, if Tracy couldn't subdue the trench coat man, Victor certainly wouldn't be a match for him.

The fire serpent's attack was completely ineffective; the fire missiles only managed to burn his trench coat. The wall of flames was nothing more than a ball of scorching air in front of him.

After only a few brief exchanges, Victor, who was already quite old, was struck squarely in the abdomen by a fist and coughed up a large amount of blood.

He knelt on the ground, unable to move.

The man in the trench coat looked down at Victor, then glanced at the academy convoy that had already sped far away and was almost out of sight, and pondered for a moment.

Since this troublesome fellow isn't moving, it's more important to get down to business.

The man in the trench coat turned around, took long strides, and prepared to continue chasing the convoy.

But just then, Victor grabbed the man in the trench coat's foot tightly with his right hand!

Unfortunately, the man in the trench coat was simply too strong; Victor's strength was like that of an ant in front of him.

Victor, who was nearly seventy years old, was dragged along by the man in the trench coat, leaving his clothes and body covered in horrifying wounds and bloody marks!

Even so, Victor's gaze remained firm.

"You can't go!"