Chapter 501 - 130. Sandstorm Funeral
The overwhelming power gap left the two remaining rebel guards protecting Princess Suzanna well aware of their defeat, yet the person had not delivered a killing blow.
The plan to send the Princess to Black Rock City had failed even before it started.
What surprised Mika the most was that Suzanna, even after regaining her freedom, wasn’t particularly happy.
This would only ensure the grinder of the army and the sect kept moving forward.
With what could they hold them back? The East Sea desperados who had come to carve up the nation’s interests?
Her eyelids lowered as she thanked the two, then looked up at the intensifying sandstorm, as if it revealed Mulong’s future fate.
It almost broke Mika’s heart, those Aran people were such dogs. Wait... wasn’t he also Aran? But that didn’t count; he belonged to the Akatsuki rebels.
And Magnus was absolutely impotent.
"I’ve seen many knights, but most are just fame-seekers striving for ranks and titles. You are one of the rare true knights who fully deserve the title of Royal Knight. I must go."
To Magnus, there was no princess, only the sword, and the people to be cut down.
He clasped his hands together and blew the horse-call whistle. The black horse, Zhao Yue, galloped towards him from afar.