Sunlight shot in through a ventilation opening at the top of the cell. Xiaoyi knew it was time. She let out a long sigh.

  "It's already dawned." Klauss' voice came over. "It's today."

  "I know." Xiaoyi replied calmly.

  After a moment of silence, Klaus's voice suddenly sounded again. "Let me take a look at you, okay?"

  Xiao Yi silently walked to the corner where he could see Klaus's cell. With the sunlight shining through, he could see a person sitting on the other side of the iron bars. The person had become emaciated beyond recognition, with sunken eyes and a messy head of hair that was once as bright as the sun but now resembled a bird's nest. The face that had once captivated the hearts of millions of girls in the capital was now unrecognizable. If it weren't for the fact that Xiao Yi had been talking to him all this time, he wouldn't have recognized the person on the other side as the once mighty and majestic First Knight of the kingdom.

  Klauss's eyes, which had always emitted a murderous aura and intimidation, were now filled with bloodshot, but his gaze was surprisingly calm. He looked at Xiao Yi carefully and even managed to force out a smile: "After being locked up here for so long, you can still be so neat and tidy, and your demeanor is like that of a new bride."

  "Is she the bride?"

  "At least more so than when we got married." Klause looked even more disheveled than a beggar, but his eyes and voice were calm. "Now I remember. We're supposed to be husband and wife."

  "Is it? Unfortunately, I couldn't even think of it."

  Outside the dungeon came a neat and powerful footsteps, followed by the sound of opening doors. A team of heavily armed swordsmen walked into the dungeon.

  "You know, it's only now that I've realized... I actually kind of like you." Klaus' voice wasn't intentionally lowered, but was almost inaudible over the loud footsteps of the swordsmen. "That's why I'm so annoyed with you, because I kind of like you."

  Originally, Xiao Yi thought that she wouldn't be surprised no matter what she heard again, but this sentence made her unexpectedly stunned and even a bit dazed.

  The swordsmen opened the small enclosure and brought her out. Klause sat at the edge of the enclosure, watching her with a strange calm in his eyes.

  "Farewell. Bride. No, forever farewell." Xiaoyi was taken out of the dungeon when he heard Klaus's voice echoing alone inside.

  The execution ground was set up in the central large square of the capital. A high platform was temporarily built on the edge of the square, and the duke personally supervised the execution on it.

  The duke carefully re-examined the layout around the square, nodded in satisfaction. Then he narrowed his eyes and carefully recalled every street in the capital, every ambush setting, and then nodded again in satisfaction. He was certain that no matter what method that person used to sneak in, as soon as they appeared, they would absolutely not be able to escape.

  The square was filled with the heavily armed Royal Guards and mages from the Magic Academy. The Duke had already given orders to seal off the surrounding area, prohibiting ordinary civilians from approaching, so as not to let the target blend in.

  The church has not yet appointed a new bishop. For the time being, both magic academies are presided over by two high-ranking priests, and the duke had no difficulty in dispatching wizards with just a few words. Together with 10,000 people from the capital's Imperial Guard, this is an elite force that can easily capture a city.

  What kind of person can break through the siege in such a severe situation?

  Life is dear, love is dearer. The duke now likes this sentence very much. He is hoping that the goal is to love even if thousands of people go.

  "He's probably hiding under the window of one of those houses, his heart racing with anxiety and his blood boiling. He knows he'll be sending himself to his death if he comes out, but he can't bear to just leave like that?" The duke asked with a smile, turning to Rodhart behind him.

  "Probably," Rodhart replied. Although his figure was still handsome and dignified, he looked a bit comical because of the dark circles under his eyes, his swollen nose, and the bandage on his hand.

  He came back the day before yesterday. However, he didn't bring the ironworker father that the duke had imagined, nor did he bring anything useful, only this wretched injury.

  Rodhart rushed to the Carrendon Basin with a wanted poster. After inquiring according to the map, as expected by the Duke, it was indeed verified that the hometown of this wanted criminal was in a village in the basin. There was indeed an old blacksmith father, but that father had long since died, and there were no other relatives or friends. Rodhart followed the Duke's orders, carefully inquiring among the villagers, determined to find and capture the neighbor who was closest to him.

  After investigation, Rodhart found an old adventurer behind the village, preparing to take her to the capital. Unfortunately, the old woman seemed to grab a small chicken and easily pressed Rodhart, the leader of the Holy Knights' squad, to the ground, asking him what this wanted notice was all about. Several accompanying officers drew their weapons and were about to take action, but the old woman just moved slightly, and these veteran military officers all fell to the ground crying out.

  Roderick was not only intelligent, but also had good eyesight and could analyze the situation clearly. He didn't have any intention of resisting, and obediently replied that this person had colluded with the Death Spirit Association to assassinate Archbishop Ronis, so he came here to investigate... Before he even finished speaking, his hand was broken by the old woman. The old woman coldly told him that if he dared to utter another word of nonsense, he would never have the chance to speak again in this lifetime.

  "What did you say?" asked the Duke.

  "I didn't say anything. I just stated what happened in the capital at that time." Rodhart's nose was blue and his face was swollen, but his expression remained calm and flat. It can be imagined that even when he was pressed to the ground like a dog and his arm was twisted, he did not panic or struggle. "Then the old woman didn't say anything, she just sneered and let me go." His voice was very gentle, and his words were so polite, as if he really was a respectable old man.

  The duke nodded and asked: "Why didn't you go to the local official after the fact to gather troops and capture this person?"

  "Because I don't want to die." Rodhart replied calmly.

  The others who went with Roddick were all carried back, and the more skilled they were, the more seriously injured they seemed to be. Several of them were completely disabled. Roddick was able to stand not because he was the worst at fighting, but because he was the smartest and most aware of the situation.

  The duke didn't take this matter too seriously. He was just one person, and no matter how powerful he was, it wasn't enough to have any impact on the overall situation. That dead spirit master was a perfect example.

  The prisoner had been led to the stake and bound to it. She was dressed in a white robe, spotless and neat, like a bride. With a calm and indifferent face, she glanced around once, then closed her eyes. From start to finish, she didn't look at the high platform even once.

  The soldiers surrounding the area were silent, each one on high alert for an attack that could come from anywhere. From the duke's announcement and the large-scale preparations, anyone with a bit of intelligence could guess that this was to deal with the criminal who assassinated Bishop Ronis. Some soldiers had anger and fighting spirit in their hearts, while others had fear. The battle between the Holy Knights and the Death Mage a month ago was so brutal that even those who heard about it were terrified. Even the elite Holy Knights lost dozens of men when dealing with just one Death Mage, and ordinary soldiers might be as fragile as a caterpillar under death magic. Now, this square with thousands of people was eerily silent.

  It seemed to have a premonition of the grand feast that was about to unfold here, and from some unknown time, many crows had gathered on the rooftops around, as if they too were infected with this somewhat eerie atmosphere, silently watching the crowd in the square.

  The soldiers' wood was finally piled up. Only waiting for the Duke's order, it can be ignited immediately. But no one dared to ask the Duke.

  Under the bright sunlight, the square filled with people is so quiet. This silence is eerie, as if there's a faint scent of death lingering in the air.

  On the high platform, the duke stood up and took a last look around the square, raising his hand. But looking at the calm face of his daughter on the stake, that hand hesitated.

  Dazed for a moment, the duke realized that the eyes of several thousand people were focused on his hand. He took a deep breath, and those narrow eyes suddenly opened wide, with a fierce light bursting out. The hand swung down.

  All eyes turned to a priest standing beside the stake.

  The pastor, facing the most grand and solemn attention of his life, looked a bit frightened. He held the torch and walked to the stake. His footsteps were already shaking slightly. He knew that if someone really wanted to come and rescue him, it was usually at this moment that a voice would shout "Spare his life!" followed by an arrow flying over to pierce him through... No, wait, it should be "Spare him from the fire!", and if the one coming was really a spy from the Death Spirit Society, then what flew over might not be an arrow, but a bundle of corrosive bone-eating poison or simply a bone spear...

  The torch was slowly passed to the woodpile, the pastor's hand trembling, his whole body tense with vigilance, or rather waiting for that loud shout and dark arrow magic.

  "Halt!" A shout came just in time. The pastor dropped the torch and rolled away with a speed and explosive force that only a warrior could have. Everyone's tightened heartstrings suddenly burst. Thousands of long swords were drawn simultaneously, and the silent square was instantly filled with the sound of clashing steel and killing intent.

  But no magical arrows came flying. A swift horse rushed over from the end of the long street, with a man wielding a long sword on its back.

  The target has appeared, and the bowmen hiding around suddenly all emerged, while the magicians began to chant their spells.

  "Halt!" This time it was the duke who bellowed out the command.

  The command to stop fighting had already been arranged, and at the Duke's word, dozens of captains also shouted for their subordinates to stand down. Nevertheless, several mages' fireballs were still thrown out.

  "Boom!" A few fireballs exploded beside the target, knocking the newcomer and his horse to the ground. The man seemed unharmed, but got up with a dirty face and swung his long sword towards here, shouting: "Sister, don't be afraid, I'm here to save you!"

  "Halt, halt, all of you halt!" The duke on the high platform was furious and anxious. Fortunately, those crossbowmen heard the order in time and did not turn this future empress into a hedgehog on the spot.

  Christina charged into the square, wildly swinging her weapon. The soldiers had heard the order and didn't dare to move, nor did they dare to approach the Duchess who was wildly swinging her weapon, and were actually charged by her.

  On the stake, Xiaoyi's calm face had collapsed, looking at her own sister with tears gushing out.

  "Go and bring that fool back to me." The duke commanded Rodhart in a flustered tone. Since the arrest of his eldest daughter, the little girl who was about to become an imperial concubine had been crying and throwing tantrums every day, saying she would go ask the emperor to issue a pardon or else she would resolutely refuse to marry, giving the duke a headache. So he ordered her to be placed under house arrest. Unexpectedly, she managed to slip out at this critical moment.

  Roderick leapt down from the high platform and ran swiftly over, snatching Krys' sword away and sweeping her up in his arms as he turned to head back. Krys was still crying out and struggling, but Roderick knocked her unconscious with a single blow to the neck.

  As the troublemaker who appeared halfway was taken away, not only did the duke let out a sigh of relief, but the soldiers' tense nerves also relaxed. After this commotion, the tense atmosphere had dissipated. The priest who lit the fire got up from the ground, looking somewhat embarrassed, and threw the torch into the pile of wood.

  As expected, there was no magical intervention from out of the blue. The pastor let out a sigh of relief and carefully looked around, but nothing had happened. Although it started to drizzle lightly in the sky. However, the wood was stacked well and dry, and the fire quickly caught on. The pastor turned and retreated.

  But he took a few steps back, the pastor felt a bit strange. Because it seemed like there was a faintly eerie smell coming from somewhere, and it seemed to have a familiar taste. He looked around and only then did he discover that the rain falling from the sky was actually black, and the eerie smell was emanating from the rain.

  A large drop of rain fell onto the pastor's hand, and when he brushed it off, he found that this rain was surprisingly similar to the muddy water in a ditch.

  He raised his head in extreme astonishment and looked up at the sky. The sun was shining brightly, without a single cloud, with only one large bird circling above.

  A drop of foul-smelling black rain happened to fall into his mouth, and he hastily lowered his head, using his tongue to roll it up, and a mouthful of saliva wrapped around the rainwater.

  "Ptooey!" He spat out the wad of spittle with great force. But as it flew out, so did half his tongue and several teeth, and even a piece of his lip.

  The pastor thought it was his own eyes that were playing tricks on him. He reached out to touch his mouth, but felt nothing. Then he immediately saw the two fingers of his hand that had just scooped up rainwater also fall to the ground, and they had already turned black as if they had been soaked in ink.

  He swallowed hard and tried to think carefully about what was going on. But he suddenly let out a long, uncontrollable belch.

  This belch was very smelly, smelling like he had just eaten a bucket of cooked feces, and it seemed that something else had rushed into his mouth along with the belch. As soon as he spat it out, he saw a small piece of internal organs. Then he knew nothing more.

  Others in the square also began to notice the strange rain. Some people's bodies had even bigger, strangely shaped raindrops on them, and upon closer inspection, they looked like human fingers, ears, and other body parts, but were now completely black and soft and smelly like mud.

  "It's a necromancer!" Someone finally started screaming hysterically. The screamers were several priests and mages who had all participated in the Magic Academy's siege of the necromancers, and they had all seen this black porridge-like liquid before.

  Although the effect of this black liquid is far from the instant death effect of the Death Mage, its range is much larger, almost covering the entire square.

  Another dense rain came down. This time, someone finally saw where the black death rain was coming from. At first, two small black dots fell from the bird's back, and when they were closer to the ground, it became clear that they looked like two people. Then those two people suddenly exploded thoroughly, turning into that strange black rain falling down.

  Some people looked up and were dripped into their eyes, screaming and hurriedly covering them with their hands. When they loosened their grip, the eyeballs fell out along with their hands. Many people frantically wiped away at the black rain that had landed on them, but in doing so, a large piece of skin was ripped off along with it.

  Compared to the harm caused by the black rain, fear had a greater impact on the soldiers. Watching as people next to them wiped their faces and half of it came off, even well-trained soldiers couldn't withstand it. Not to mention that there were not a few people in the square who were affected by the black rain. The scene instantly became chaotic, with many people falling to the ground and rolling around, while more people were running away. The priests were frantically using healing spells, purification spells, and detoxification spells, and the terrified screams and painful wails completely covered up the officers' commands. Moreover, less than half of the officers were able to give orders.

  The bird that had been dropping black rain let out a resounding cry that echoed through the sky, and began to dive downwards. Several pastors who had been to the Western Front shouted: "It's the Beastman's Twin-footed Flying Dragon!"

  "Duke... could it be that Euph and the Death Mage are in cahoots?" A high-ranking officer who had retreated to the canopy on the high platform looked at Duke Mlarak with terror.

  "No, they'll say it was the treacherous spy of this Spirit Hall who stole it himself." The Duke's eyes flashed with a fierce light. He couldn't believe that this little brat had actually managed to go to Europe and even borrow a two-legged flying dragon in such a short period of time.

  The Duke's main reason for wanting to get rid of Asa as soon as possible is actually Oufu.

  Although Bishop Ronnis called Sedelos to hand over the evidence of his collusion with Eufor to the imperial court, but after Bishop Ronnis's death, Sedelos, who seemed to have some connection with Asa, would definitely suspect that it was his own doing. Although it is uncertain how fast these evidences will be handed over to the imperial court, they will absolutely be faster than grasping the Holy Knights' Order.

  Either Asa, who was ignorant of political and diplomatic machinations, or the evidence of Sedros alone could still be dealt with. But if the two were to join forces, and Sedros were to find a way to clear Asa's name and make him a witness again, even the gods might have no way out. So the duke would stop at nothing to get rid of Asa first, no matter the cost.

  It's even more necessary to kill this kid here. Even if Sedros is willing to help the kid, lending him a pair of flying dragons would be the limit. A large number of beastman warriors can't arrive in the capital in such a short time, and using flying dragons to transport a few wouldn't have any effect and would even pose the risk of backfiring if they fail. The flying dragons could be said to be stolen by the kid himself, but if people are sent, then the crime of colluding with the Death Spirit Association to kill Ronis Archbishop would be nailed down and there would be no room for maneuvering. Not to mention implicating oneself, even Eufor would immediately face hostility from the church.

  So now, no matter what, this little guy must be killed. The Duke took a deep breath and his thunderous voice rolled out: "Archers and mages prepare."

  However, the two-legged flying dragon only descended a little and hovered at a fairly high altitude, then another corpse fell from above. The people below became even more panicked, and the officers could no longer control the soldiers. The corpse fell towards the stake where the fire was lit, and the soldiers began to scatter and hide.

  However, the corpse did not explode, and its falling speed seemed to be not that fast, as if someone had cast a feather fall spell on it. It wasn't until it was about to hit the ground that people saw what looked like a rope tied around the corpse's waist. Moreover, the corpse's limbs were still moving, or rather, it wasn't actually a corpse.

  "Archers and mages, fire at will!" The duke's bellow carried far.

  But what moved even before the archers and mages were the crows perched on the rooftops all around.

  These crows stood motionless from the start, matching the heavy and tense atmosphere without moving. But until things turned into a mess below, these little things remained as still as sculptures without any movement at all. However, no one would have noticed this anyway. And now, almost simultaneously with the Duke's roar, nearly a thousand crows around flew towards the central stake in unison.

  "You... you really came..." Xiaoyi looked at the person who had descended from the sky and landed beside her, finally choking with sobs. Her expression was a mix of excitement, joy, and sadness.

  Asa looked at her, with a smile in his eyes but no answer. His mouth was reciting complex and obscure incantations, the flying crows all gathered around the two of them, densely surrounding them in a spherical shape.

  A deafening boom. A fireball exploded on the crow's body. The fireball that could have blown a person to pieces did not blow these crows away, but only blew the outermost ones into fragments. There was no blood in the fragments, and what splashed out were black, foul-smelling liquid and stiff muscles like stones.

  "Grab me!" Asa yelled, pulling out the knife from behind his back and cutting off the iron chains on Xiao Yi's body with one slash. Xiao Yi wrapped his arms around Asa's waist. The crossbow arrows and magic spells that shot at the crows flying beside them made a dull thudding sound as if they had hit wood, but surprisingly, they couldn't penetrate these small birds. Asa let out a long whistle, and the two-legged flying dragon hovering above began to flap its wings and fly high, lifting the two of them off the ground.

  The officers finally regained control of the soldiers, and everyone on the square who could still move shouted as they rushed towards the pyre. However, even when the nearest soldiers rushed to the already burning pyre, they could only watch helplessly as the black ball wrapped in ravens rose into the sky. Many soldiers threw their long spears and arrows, but they could only bring down some of the ravens.

  Some clever mages and archers had already launched an attack on the rope that bound the two, but it was just a thin rope after all, with a pitifully low hit rate. Moreover, the rope didn't seem ordinary at all, having withstood dozens of arrows and even a fireball without suffering any damage.

  "The archers continue to fire at people. The wizard shoots a flying dragon with two feet." The duke's roar came over.

  However, the position where the magicians stood was too far for the Wyvern's height. The low-level magicians' fireballs and lightning dissipated midway, and most of those that could reach the Wyvern's height deviated from the target, with only one or two strong crossbow fireballs hitting the Wyvern's wings.

  The two-legged flying dragon let out a long hiss, its body slightly sinking downwards before slowly rising back up again. The defensive power and life of this swamp giant were not something that could be dealt with by just a few spells.

  A rain of arrows fell on the surrounding zombie crows, and more and more crows began to be hindered by the arrows stuck in their wings or weighed down by too many arrows. Xiaoyi held Asa with one hand and made a few gestures in the air with the other, chanting: "Spirits of the air, please follow my will and block this attack." A strong whirlwind began to form outside the crows, and the archers' attacks were greatly weakened, with many arrows that lacked strength being blown away directly.

  A Sa was taken aback and looked at Xiao Yi in surprise. This "Whirlwind God Shield" was a fairly advanced air magic, and he didn't expect her to be able to use it, especially in such an emergency situation.

  The Twin Soaring Dragons had risen higher and higher, making magic increasingly difficult to reach. Xiao Yi and Asa had already ascended over twenty meters high, although the surrounding crows were almost gone, but at this height and under the effect of the Whirlwind God Shield, arrows could no longer hit them.

  Xiao Yi and Ah Sa exchanged a glance. Xiao Yi's face was still covered with tears, but both of their eyes were filled with joy.

  "Never mind the flying dragon, cast all your magic at the people." The duke's voice rose again and was getting closer. The two looked down to see the duke charging towards them from directly below at a speed that didn't match his physique.

  In the brief moment, only six relatively close magicians were able to accurately attack them. Four fireballs and two ice cones came flying from three different directions.

  "The fireball on the left is yours." Asa shouted, stretched out his hand, and three instant fireballs went in three directions to meet them, colliding with another three in mid-air and exploding. Meanwhile, Xiao Yi used a flash of lightning to destroy one of the fireballs.

  Three consecutive bursts of fireballs were already the limit, and within a short period of time, magical power could no longer be condensed. Asa drew his knife and parried one of the ice cones with a single slash, while for the remaining one, he directly stretched out his own right foot to meet it. With a "plop" sound, his right foot instantly became a bloody mess and was completely frozen solid. However, this strike was ultimately blocked.

  With this delay, the two of them rose by about another ten meters. They would be able to ascend to a safe height before the magician could gather his next attack.

  Freedom is within reach.

  A loud shout came from the duke below. A soldier was seized by the duke and thrown upwards, waving his arms and shouting wildly.

  The duke's own form suddenly rose, one foot trampling on the shoulder of another soldier below. The sound of shattering bones rang out, the soldier's shoulder collapsed entirely, and he let out a miserable cry as he fell over.

  The duke had already jumped onto the soldier's shoulder and was now in mid-air, his hand raised, a long sword swooshing towards them. The sword wasn't aimed at the flying dragon or the person, but at the rope between them.

  This is no longer a light and airy bow and arrow, but a long sword spinning rapidly. Just listening to the sound of the wind can make it clear that even if there is an iron chain in between, it will inevitably be cut off by this sword.

  The knife slipped from Asa's hand. A crisp sound, the long sword thrown by the Duke was immediately shattered by the knife. The knife flew down to the ground in an arc.

  The duke was laughing, but the kind and gentle flavor in his chubby smile had long since disappeared, replaced by ferocity. Because he still had a long sword in his hand. His hand swung again, and this sword brought a wind sound that was ten times more fierce than before, flying towards the rope.

  At the same time, the duke was already trampling on the chest and abdomen of the soldier he had thrown into mid-air. The soldier's chest and abdomen instantly caved in, unable to even let out a scream, as blood and internal organs sprayed from his mouth and nose as he fell from mid-air. This wasn't even a very high altitude, yet he was already smashed to pulp.

  With this momentum, the Duke has risen again and charged straight at the two in mid-air. His right hand swung from his waist, a sharp whistling sound, his own slender sword was already in his hand. The man and sword have become one.

  Xiao Yi hummed a low, mournful tune, and a cold, icy divine arrow shot towards the rope flying towards their heads. However, the snow-white water magic was no match for the whirlwind-like sword's wind and thunderous roar, and it scattered like foam. The longsword's momentum didn't decrease in the slightest as it flew to slash at that thread of fate.

  Xiao Yi's body had stiffened, and his eyes were filled with a desperate gaze. Heaven and hell were just a thin line apart.

  The tightly stretched rope let out a mournful sound like the lowest note on a violin string and snapped.

  Everyone in the square was watching the battle in mid-air, and when they saw that rope finally break under the Duke's attack, they let out a collective shout. Half of them were cheering and half were screaming in shock. Because although the rope had broken, only one person was falling down, while the other person was rising up.

  Asa's eyes never left the long sword that flew in to slash. Just before the rope broke, he had already hugged Xiao Yi and thrown her up with force. The timing of the strength and speed was just right, allowing her to fly to the broken rope after the sword had slashed past.

  Xiao Yi had just been thrown up and already understood. Her two hands respectively grasped the broken rope ends, using her own hands as a connecting rope. Asa's body only fell down a little before stabilizing again.

  Her hands were in agony from the intense pulling force, causing Xiao Yi to let out a low hum. However, she knew that as long as she persisted for just a little while longer, she could make the Flying Dragon fly out of the capital's range and descend.

  But there is also a duke below.

  The sound of the Duke's body breaking through the air was as sharp and shrill as an arrow. His swordsmanship had no exaggerated or showy flair, he didn't want to annihilate or destroy anything, he just wanted to kill.

  The sharpness and effect of the slender sword, including all the power and skill of the Duke, are concentrated on that point, the tip of the sword. Even if it is a steel plate, this sword can pierce through it. The tip of the sword points directly at Asa's brow, which is the most central and fatal spot even when measured with a ruler. One sword through here has the same effect as being strangled into seventy or eighty pieces, simply killing the person.

  The duke's sword is like him, nothing but effective, with only one effect, the most efficient effect.

  Just then, Asa's hand that had just thrown out Xiao Yi was completely powerless. Asa no longer had the strength to receive the Duke's sword. However, he opened his mouth and uttered a few strange syllables, and the remaining crows flying around turned around and flew towards the Duke's sword, and the sword that was originally going to take Asa's life suddenly flew out.

  Even Asa himself was stunned by such a good effect, but he immediately saw the shadow of the duke flying over.

  A crow can knock a sword awry, but it's impossible to knock a person awry. The duke saw the crow fly over and proactively abandoned his sword, pounced forward and hugged Asa's waist, and even pulled down with force.

  Xiao Yi let out a sharp cry, she could no longer hold onto the weight of two people. The rope tied to the flying dragon's feet slipped out of her hand along with a piece of skin from her palm. She and Asa below fell downwards together.

  The duke's powerful pull not only pulled Asa down, but also slowed his own descent in mid-air. When even Xiaoyi was dragged down by Asa and fell rapidly past the duke, he reached out to borrow force from her body again, completely alleviating his downward momentum.

  "Take him alive." The duke's command rang out even before he had finished speaking.

  A Sa and Xiao Yi used the Feather Falling Technique, and they managed to land safely. However, as soon as they landed, dozens of long swords and spears were already densely packed against their bodies, with thousands of soldiers surrounding them in layers that seemed to stretch on forever.

  Thud. Even with the borrowed strength of two people, the duke who didn't know magic at all from such a high place still fell miserably and rolled on the ground several times to dissipate the force of the fall.

  Having lost its rider, the dragon flew in two circles in the air and let out a mournful cry as it flew away to the west.

  With a disheveled head and covered in dust, he struggled to his feet. The duke saw the two men who had been pinned down by swords and were unable to move. He let out a loud, uncontrollable laugh with the most wretched expression of his life.