The three people in the hall were still stunned for a moment.

The red-robed archbishop finally understood the meaning of what Tockden had just said.

"Sir has his own mount."

However, that terrifying dragon was enough to destroy the entire Southern Region dozens of times.

"Idiot!"

Tockden suddenly cursed in a low voice and said anxiously, "Bring all the saint-level cultivators in the Church of Light and rush to Alcott immediately!"

"Ah?"

The red-robed archbishop subconsciously asked, "With your strength, can't you solve the small problem of the Alcott Empire?"

At this time, Tockden had already flown into the sky, and his gaze was complicated as he forgot about them. He said worriedly, "You have no idea how terrifying this person is. If the scum of the Dark Church hurt your relatives or something like that, your excellency will be furious."

A deep fear appeared in Tockden's eyes, "The Dark Throne has been chased to god knows where. If the Dark Church is destroyed, it will be destroyed. If it affects the Church of Light, even the Light Throne will not be able to withstand his anger!"

With that, Tockden turned into a ray of light and chased after the direction where Joelson disappeared.

Only the red-robed archbishop and Louis were left. They looked at each other with a face full of confidence.

Throne?

What was that!

The city gates of the capital of Alcott were tightly shut. The originally bustling capital was now filled with solemnity.

The civilians near the city gates had been dispersed. The guards and the royal knights, who were clad in armor and holding long spears and swords, gathered here.

On the city wall, archers, guards, and the palace's group of mages were doing their best to resist an ugly and powerful monster outside the city.

Poison dragon!

Bows and arrows rained down like raindrops. The huge fireballs thrown by various spells and catapults only scratched the body of the poison dragon.

Although the poison dragon was only a sub-dragon with mixed bloodlines, its strength had broken through to the saint-level. It was still much more terrifying than ordinary magic beasts.

The continuous rain of arrows and spells made it feel a burst of pain, and it became angry.

His cold green eyes swept across the city wall and suddenly he spat out a large amount of thick poison from his mouth, which fell on the crowd on the city wall.

Along with the sound of the armor's skin and flesh being corroded, miserable screams sounded continuously.

In an instant, they suffered heavy losses.

"Mage! Protect the Mage Group! And where are the water-element mages? Heal them with magic!"

The leader of the knights shouted loudly.

A layer of water-blue light sprinkled down. The water elemental magic power nourished the injured guards and soothed their wounds. Many people were excited and looked in one direction happily.

"Her Highness the Princess is here!"

Her long purple hair fell on her shoulders like a waterfall. Her facial features were perfect, and her temperament was noble and elegant. She was the pearl of the empire that countless young people of the empire adored.

Her Royal Highness Princess Dayshannon.

Dayshannon was following an old man whose hair and beard was all white. Her beautiful face had a hint of solemnity.

"Lord Harriet Terrence is here too!"

"Damned Poison Dragon, have a good taste of Lord Fa Sheng's forbidden spell!"

As soon as Dayshannon arrived, she immediately cast several tier 7 spells consecutively to protect the lives of the heavily injured warriors.

Hawthorne stared at the poisonous dragon outside the city walls. A khaki-colored light bloomed on the tree root staff in his hand, and the Earth began to rumble.

A huge hand rose from the ground and grabbed at the poisonous dragon.

The dragon kept spitting out thick venom at the hand. The strong toxicity caused the surface of the hand to quickly corrode but it still grabbed onto it tightly.

"Roar!"

A smile appeared on Harriet Terrence's face but he did not wait for the cheers from the city walls to ring out.

A black figure suddenly appeared in the air and shot over like lightning.

Harriet Terrence's expression changed drastically. The battle aura light blade that belonged to the saint-level had already arrived in front of him.

Because he was controlling the forbidden spell, Harriet Terrence only had time to cast a tier 8 earth-type defensive spell on himself.

The combat aura light blade easily broke through the earth shield, forcing Harriet Terrence's magic shield to smash into his body.

Harriet Terrence was instantly sent flying and fell heavily to the ground. His face was pale and blood oozed from the corner of his mouth.

"Grandpa Harriet Terrence!"

Dayshannon cried out in surprise and quickly ran forward to support him.

"Clive!"

Harriet Terrence spoke out that person's name angrily.

A hunchbacked middle-aged man appeared in the sky. His ugly face was filled with smug and wild laughter.

"Hahaha! Harriet Terrence, I still remember that strike you gave me seven years ago."

At this moment, the poison dragon was also breaking away from the uncontrollable hand of the earth. Its huge body was like a cannonball as it rammed into the city gate. After a few hits, the city gate let out an unbearable sound.

It was going to shatter very soon.

"Damn it!"

The commander of the knights cursed in a low voice. He roared and raised his sword as he charged towards the poison dragon. He wanted to stop the poison dragon from ramming into the city gate.

"Hmph!"

Clive casually waved out a streak of black combat aura. The commander of the knights with the strength of a rank 8 was like a ragdoll as he was torn into pieces in mid-air.

Fresh blood and internal organs were scattered everywhere.

This extremely tragic scene caused everyone's faces to turn pale. Their eyes revealed despair.

"Clive!"

A loud shout came from afar.

Clive subconsciously turned his head, only to see that in the dim twilight, two extremely resplendent golden rays, crossed in a cross shape, were rapidly shooting towards him.

Clive's expression changed and he quickly dodged.

The golden cross combat aura slashed onto the poisonous dragon's back, causing green blood to splatter everywhere. It was so painful that it roared repeatedly, finally stopping its actions of charging towards the city gates.

A few figures were brought over by the golden light.

An old man was holding a long sword, surrounded by golden combat aura. His aura was powerful and he looked like a stubborn rock in the desert.

The saint-level powerhouse of the Yheng Empire, Sword Saint Fred.

There was a man and a woman behind Fred.

They were both Type 9 knights.

Don Quixote and Stephanie.

"Harriet Terrence."

Fred immediately landed beside Harriet Terrence, anxiously checking his injuries.

"It's alright."

Harriet Terrence shook his head with a bitter smile, saying weakly, "I'm not dead yet."

He added gratefully, "Thank you for coming, old friend."

Fred shook his head seriously and said in a low voice, "The Alcott Empire and the Yheng Empire can not exist alone in the Southern Region. We are allies on the same front."

Harriet Terrence's expression was ugly. He said softly, "I don't know if we can survive this time."

"We will."

Fred looked up at Clive. The aura of a saint-level rose again.

He rushed into the sky like a shooting star and tangled with Clive.

Fred's swordsmanship was fierce and full of an indomitable powerful aura. Clive was no match for him at all, screaming and constantly retreating.

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