One person: Starting with the Rumble-Rumble Fruit, his grandmaster uncle emerges from seclusion.

A large chunk of the armor on his left arm was torn off, and dark red blood was dripping down the metal seams.

"Captain, don't take my job."

Gawain turned his head and looked at Sherko.

This square face, which is usually honest and taciturn, was now adorned with a bright, even slightly roguish, smile.

"Gawain, step back! That's an order!"

Sherko shouted, but he found that he could not break free from Gawain's blood-soaked hand.

"Sherko, you're a good person in every way, except that you like to take all the responsibility on your own shoulders."

Gao Wen did not call him captain.

He released his grip, pulled a flattened cigar from the inner pocket of his armor, rubbed it with his bloodied fingers, and put it in his mouth.

"This key point needs to be firmly secured. With your skinny arms and legs, if you rush into the pile of corpses, you'll probably be devoured by those monsters before you even detonate it."

"I'm the tank in the team. This kind of heavy work is supposed to be done by me."

Just then, the white fog ahead began to churn violently.

"Roar--!"

The aberration that Finn had just destroyed has actually reformed!

Not only that, but three more equally enormous stitched monsters crawled out from the surrounding white mist.

Hundreds and thousands of mummies, like vicious dogs unleashed from their cages, trampled over the bones of their companions and howled as they pounced on them.

Time is running out.

Listen up, guys.

Gawain turned around and hoisted the heavy warhammer onto his shoulder.

He looked at the dark horde of corpses ahead, his tone as casual as if he were about to go to a London pub for a drink.

"My old, worn-out clothes are too heavy. I'll just be a burden if I keep up with you in the final temple sprint."

He turned his head and grinned at Sherko:

"Sherco, you still owe me a stout. If you make it back alive, remember to dump it in the Thames for me."

"Gawain! No!"

Cecilia broke down in tears and tried to rush forward.

"Alan! Hold her back! Get ready to sprint!"

Gawain let out a thunderous roar.

He didn't give anyone else a chance to speak.

He gripped the warhammer tightly with both hands, and his eyes beneath the helmet blazed with a blinding crimson light.

"Holy Hymn - Disintegration!"

Gawain severed the connection between his heart and the alchemical armor.

He instantly ignited the blood in his body, transforming it into the most violent power!

The heavy armor, unable to withstand the terrifying heat, began to spew out blinding steam from its gaps.

"Come on! You bunch of scum!"

Like a runaway heavy armored train, Gao Wen, alone and with heavy steps, crashed into the boundless horde of corpses!

"Bang! Bang! Bang!"

The warhammer swung, smashing swathes of desiccated corpses into dust wherever it went.

He doesn't play defense at all.

He allowed the monsters' claws to pierce his armor and tear at his flesh.

“It’s right ahead! Five meters!” Allen stared intently at the instrument and shouted at the top of his lungs.

Gawain strode forward, and the three giant stitched monsters pounced on him at the same time, their six huge bone claws pinning him firmly to the steps.

"cough……"

Gawain coughed up a mouthful of blood, and the warhammer slipped from his hand.

But his bloodshot eyes were fixed on the jade steps beneath him that emitted a faint glow.

We've reached the heart of the formation.

"Captain! Run!!!"

With the last ounce of strength he had left, Gao Wen let out a desperate roar.

next second.

He held the three-headed stitched monster tightly, compressing the boiling life force within his body into the alchemical core in his heart!

"boom--------!!!"

No words can describe the explosion at that moment.

It wasn't firelight, but a pure, dazzling ball of energy that caused temporary blindness, which suddenly expanded in the middle of the white jade steps!

This force is too great and too heavy.

It far exceeded the limit that this spatial circulation formation could absorb.

"Click...click!"

The surrounding white mist was instantly evaporated.

The seemingly endless white jade staircase collapsed inch by inch at the epicenter of the explosion!

The closed loop of space was blasted open by Gawain's flesh and blood, creating a huge gap!

"Charge!"

Sherko's eyes were so red they looked like they were about to bleed.

He grabbed Cecilia, who was still crying, with one hand, and carried Allen with the other.

Using the powerful shockwave from the explosion, he leaped across the gaping hole in the space that had been blasted open, disregarding everything else.

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Chapter 376 The Unknown is the Most Dangerous Thing

"Thump! Thump!"

Sherko and his two companions crashed heavily onto a hard stone slab.

They rolled around on the ground several times before stopping.

The air here is cold, and there is no thick white fog; only the faint lights flicker on the walls.

The middle and upper levels of the temple.

They finally escaped.

Allen lay on the ground, panting heavily, the screen of the miniature computer in his hand shattered into a spiderweb pattern.

Cecilia huddled in the corner, her hands covering her face, her suppressed sobs echoing across the empty platform.

Sherko remained silent.

He slowly got up from the ground.

That suit, which was always impeccably groomed, was now tattered and covered in dust and bloodstains.

He turned his head and looked in the direction they had come from.

There are no steps there.

There was only a cold, heavy, bluish-gray stone wall.

Gawain and Finn, along with the terrifying horde of zombies, were forever separated on the other side of the stone wall.

Sherko stood there quietly, looking at the wall.

The rapier in his hand clattered to the ground.

He slowly raised his hands, which were covered in mud and blood.

These hands have won countless honors in the Jade Society.

He also elegantly invited beautiful ladies to dances.

But now.

These hands are stained with the lives of their teammates.

He lowered his head and looked at his hands, which were trembling slightly.

In his mind, Finn's last arrogant smile and Gawain's resolute back were like a dull knife, cutting at his reason again and again.

For what?

Sherko clenched his fists so tightly that his nails dug deep into his flesh, even drawing blood.

He raised his head and looked at the temple gate in the distance, which symbolized the highest honor and the [Longevity Guide].

He once thought that any sacrifice was worthwhile for the glory of the academy and for the elixir of immortality that could change his destiny.

This reflects his awareness as the team leader.

But at this moment, looking at that magnificent gate...

His eyes, which were originally full of ambition and calculation, now welled up with an indescribable weariness and deep disgust.

Immortality?

What's the point of gaining immortality by trading the lives of our brothers?

"For the glory of learning..."

Sherko murmured Gawain's dying words, a self-deprecating bitter smile playing on his lips.