"At most, low-level people are prohibited. Looking at such traces, the fighting spirit is at least gold level."

"It's the Holy Domain!" Chasha opened his eyes, and he used divine magic to detect and got the answer, "At least three Holy Domains have forcibly broken through this place."

Obviously, these sanctuaries should be the enemies of the war traffickers.

Who are they? Which force do they come from? Why are they enemies of war traffickers?

The answers to these questions are unknown.

Behind the gate is a production workshop.

"It should be a place where alchemy arrows are produced." Sandao said his guess, "Be careful, there is also defensive power here."

Everyone stood at the gate of the destruction, and through Sandao's guidance, they saw several small ballistas driving in the corners of the workshop. These ballistas had platform bases and seemed to be able to rotate quickly.

In the severely damaged production workshop, there were a large number of alchemical machinery remains, some of which were worker golems, and some of which were garrison golems, which were blown to pieces.

Among the ruins of the battlefield, if you look carefully, you can still see tiny fragments of alchemical arrows.

Everyone immediately had an inference in their minds.

At least three enemies of the sanctuary forced their way through the gate. In the production workshop, fierce battles broke out with a large number of garrison golems and worker golems, and ballistae fire continued.

But in the end, the Sanctuary team destroyed almost all the garrison forces here and left. The reason why these ballistas were left behind was because he didn't care at all!

"Have you ever been in there?" Zhusha asked San Dao.

San Dao shook his head directly: "No. I can't activate the fighting spirit to protect myself. Facing the alchemy arrows is too dangerous!"

"A safe choice." Zhusha nodded, "I will use a shield for you..."

"I refuse." Before Chusha could finish speaking, he was interrupted by three swords.

Zhusha was stunned.

"I'm injured." Sandao opened his shirt, revealing the wound on his abdomen, "The wound has not healed, which has slowed down my speed. These ballistae may not be able to do anything to the strong men of the Holy Realm, but I am not sure that I will escape unscathed.

"

Zhusha smiled slightly: "I was negligent. I will heal your wounds right now. Alas, after all, I am only a priest, not a bishop. The consumption of my divine power is too intense, and the magical spells I can perform every day are also limited."

San Dao also smiled: "I completely understand you, Father. So, you see, these five guardian knights have always been in good condition. They are also black iron practitioners, so it is most suitable for them to go."

"I agree." Zong Ge added.
Chapter completed!