The Demon’s Menu

Chapter 716 -83 Critical Moment Delbon_2

The church that vanished into the history.

A Deity that disappeared overnight.

These were what “Mystical Side folks” sought to explore.

But no matter what, deep down, they acknowledged the strength of the “Angel Envoy”.

After all, it concerned the “Deity”!

The might of the “Ship Slayer” was indubitable.

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But was the “Ship Slayer” as strong as an “Angel Envoy”?

The warriors of “Bronze Unyielding” looked at Jason, covered in wounds, with increasing admiration in their eyes.

"Jason!”

The old instructor came over, took out a leather flask from his waist, uncorked it, and poured the liquid over Jason’s body, particularly on those bone-deep wounds.

Then, a roll of bandages appeared in the hands of the old instructor.

Proficiently, the old instructor began dressing Jason’s wounds.

"Stretcher!”

The old instructor shouted.

Immediately, two warriors from “Bronze Unyielding” came running with a stretcher.

But Jason refused.

"Don’t worry, we’ll hold on from here!”

"Although 5 minutes is too long for us, 30 seconds, there should be no problem!”

The old instructor, thinking Jason was worried about the battle situation, immediately reassured him.

Since Cortana announced the 5 minutes, 4 minutes and 30 seconds had passed—there was more than one person in “Bronze Unyielding” keeping track of this time, with no mistake.

The surrounding “Bronze Unyielding” warriors immediately stood by the old instructor, looking at Jason with determination.

Against a full-powered “Angel Envoy”, they were certainly not a match.

This had already been proven moments ago.

It was unquestionable.

But now, the “Angel Envoy” was clearly exhausted, and they believed they could hold out for 30 seconds.

Even if they couldn’t hold out!

Then they would resist with their lives!

The warriors of “Bronze Unyielding” thought simply.

However, the thoughts of the “Bronze Unyielding” warriors did not represent the thoughts of all “Mystical Side folks” present.

These “Mystical Side folks”, drawn by the “Angel Envoy” and having gone through panic and horror, were once again overtaken by “greed”; they looked at the exhausted “Angel Envoy”, cast wary glances at each other, and began to take action.

Some concealed themselves in darkness, approaching the “Angel Envoy”.

Others flew towards it.

And still others simply ran over, blatantly.

Each person was so impatient.

Each person so eager to get ahead.

"A bunch of disgusting cretins.”

The old instructor scolded.

But such scolding was useless to those whose hearts were seized by “greed”; they only quickened their pace.

For they feared the old instructor would compete with them for the spoils!

The old instructor snorted in anger.

Then he spoke no more.

Although these individuals had ulterior motives, the old instructor believed that with them as obstacles, stopping the “Angel Envoy” would become easier.

Even though in front of the “Angel Envoy”, these people were basically killed in a punch or a kick.

An exhausted “Angel Envoy” was still an “Angel Envoy”.

Perhaps unable to use any technique, but instinctive counterattacks were no problem.

The “Mystical Side folks”, driven by “greed”, barely made contact with the “Angel Envoy” before casualties arose.

But this did not deter these “Mystical Side folks”.

On the contrary, they became more heroic.

Because at this time, the “Angel Envoy” was weaker than they had imagined.

Gone were the terrifying secret techniques, and even the instinctual resistance, those punches and kicks, were much slower.

A chance!

All the “Mystical Side folks” who rushed up couldn’t help thinking.

The old instructor once again glanced at the distant battlefield, couldn’t help but curl his lips, and then turned away.

"Rest assured, Cherry City won’t have any problems!”

"Those greedy ones, at this time, they all fear not death.”

The old instructor thus said to Jason.

It was a sort of alternative reassurance.

But Jason did not relax in the slightest.

30 seconds!

Only 30 seconds left!

At this thought, Jason could no longer stand still; he stumbled forward towards the location of the “Angel Envoy”.

But his steps were too slow.

To call it a shuffle would not be an exaggeration.

Yet no one mocked Jason’s pace.

To move at all under such severe injuries was beyond all expectations.

"Lord Jason, you need to rest now,” said Vince, clad in knight’s armor, as he quickly ran up to Jason.

"My fight is not yet over.”

Jason emphasized the words “my fight”, showing his resolve, then he continued to walk forward.

This time, he walked even slower.

Clearly, it was a distance that could not be covered in 30 seconds.

Therefore, Jason paused mid-step and turned to ask, “Who has a way to get me up there?”

Jason’s persistence wasn’t just because he wasn’t used to giving up.

It was also because Jason considered himself a ‘gourmet’.

His range of food interests was very broad.

You could almost say he ate everything.

But there was one thing Jason didn’t eat.

That was making a loss!

Jason never made a loss!

Having just lost a huge amount of satiety, if he didn’t recoup it from the ‘Angel Envoy’ before him, he would never rest in peace, not even able to close his eyes.

It was definitely not because he wanted to taste what that halo on top of the ‘Angel Envoy’s’ head was like.

"You want to?”

Vince had a hunch in his heart but wasn’t certain.

"Go there!”

Jason pointed at the halo above the ‘Angel Envoy’s’ head.

The young Knight, who had been uncertain earlier, was now sure.

He showed solemn respect.

"You are the most tenacious and bravest warrior I have ever seen,”

Said the young Knight, performing a knightly courtesy.

He placed his right fist over his heart and bowed his body slightly.

And the young warriors around him thumped their chests in unison.

They were also expressing their respect to Jason in their own way.

"If you don’t mind, please let me help you!”

The young Knight said with an almost fanatical tone.

Moreover, after speaking, the young Knight walked in front of Jason, turned his back to him, and bent down.

He was going to carry Jason to the battlefield.

As for the dangers they might face?

For Vince, carrying Jason to the battlefield at this moment was a matter of honor above all else.

Including life.

"Wait.”

The old instructor intervened.

He, of course, would not stop a true warrior.

He wouldn’t stop a warrior from fulfilling their desire.

On the contrary, he would do whatever he could to help.

The old instructor’s gaze shifted to the ‘Angel Envoy’s’ halo and then to Jason.

"Let me!”

"Our chances are better!”

Said the old instructor.

Without a doubt, the old instructor spoke the truth.

Vince couldn’t argue.

Despite his reluctance, the young Knight immediately gave up his place to the old instructor.

He was reluctant to let go of such honor.

But he would not let his pride hinder Jason from heading to the battlefield.

Jason didn’t object, either.

Compared with Vince, the old instructor was undoubtedly faster.

Allowing him to reach the battlefield more quickly.

But just as Jason was about to let the old instructor carry him, the situation on the distant battlefield changed again.

The ‘Angel Envoy’ once again flew into the night sky.

Not just a hundred meters above the ground but thousands!

Using such an altitude, the adversary was warding off the attacks from the ‘Mystical Side’ people.

This tactic worked.

Thousands of meters in the air made most of the ‘Mystical Side’ people helpless.

Even those from the ‘Mystical Side’ who could fly were the same.

Though they could fly, very few could reach such heights.

The ‘Witch’ could do it.

But the ‘Witch’ had already left.

Those present couldn’t do it at all.

Including the old instructor.

Watching the ‘Angel Envoy’ flying thousands of meters into the air, the old instructor frowned.

Jason felt the same way.

Was this really how it was going to end?

Jason wondered deep inside.

Then—

"Cough, cough!”

Tel cleared his throat with a fist to his lips, feigning a cough.

And beside him, there appeared something 10 meters tall, covered with a red satin cloth.

Even though it was covered with red satin, one could still see the outline of a cylindrical shape.

What was this?

Everyone looked at Tel, puzzled.

Under everyone’s gaze, Tel, with a smile on his face and a slower tone, said,

"Let me introduce my manned secret weapon

"The Armstrong Spiral Accelerating Jet Cannon!”

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