Michael raised his gaze.

"If he wants to maintain the effect of Soul Severing Blade, yes."

The stern-haired former officer nodded, with a serious face and a heavy tone: "The conditions for that legendary anti-demon weapon are very harsh."

Putilai on the other side sighed: "I think we have lost an extreme combat capability."

"The only extreme combat power."

Thales frowned.

"He will be fine." Beside him, the little slipper said with a low voice.

After the melee just now, Nicolai turned around and told them to move on with a fierce look.

He continued to stay in the circle of yellow light, resisting the pursuit of the black sand collar.

Indeed, with Nikolai's extraordinary performance, they broke into the Palace of Heroes.

But next...

Thales took a deep breath.

"Go on," the prince gritted his teeth and clenched his fists: "Let's go find Lombard and the Grand Dukes."

"End this damn farce."

Raphael's voice came from behind them.

"At the moment, it seems to be a bit difficult."

Raphael showed a relaxed smile: "We have just inquired about the situation of the two corridors ahead. Although there are no enemy defenses, but..."

Raphael stopped talking and glanced at everyone, his smile not diminishing.

Everyone frowned, waiting for his words.

"There is too much movement. We may have alerted the enemy's guard post," Miranda came up from behind him and said calmly: "The people in the Palace of Heroes - Lumba probably already know about our existence."

Thales sighed: "How many people are there in the palace?"

"It won't be more than the city gate. After all, the pressure on the city gate is greater," Miranda looked at the prince, her eyes tightened unconsciously, showing a trace of guilt: "But the worst estimate..."

"As many as city gates."

Everyone's heart sank.

"So, we are still in danger - even if I follow Slice and sneak in, the situation will not be much better?" Thales thought of those Black Sand soldiers who were not afraid of death and their wave-like appearance.

The pursuit made me feel extremely irritated.

"Well," Cohen raised his eyebrows and rolled his eyes: "That uncle Meteor...can we call him back? Play that trick again?"

The White Blade Guards all stared at him.

Michael also glanced sideways at him, his meaning self-evident.

Cohen's face froze, he shrugged and smiled awkwardly: "I was just asking."

When everyone was looking sad, a familiar yet unfamiliar voice sounded.

It's veteran Gennard.

"They did not form a defense line in front of the palace gate, nor did they divide their troops to patrol the corridors and aisles," the veteran of the Star Legion narrowed his eyes, while the new recruit Willow leaned on the wall next to him, facing the looks of so many big shots.

, seemed very nervous: "Duke John said, 'Where the enemy is is what the enemy thinks'."

"On the battlefield, that says a lot."

Listening to his words, Putilai's eyes moved slightly.

Thales' eyes lit up: "For example?"

"For example," Putilai took over the veteran's words and took a deep breath: "They are very confident in the defense of the city gate and think that no one can break through the city gate."

Thales raised his eyebrows: "Very good, at least we don't have to worry about this problem anymore."

Putilai thought, his eyes flickering: "Secondly, they must have more important things to do, and they are not allowed to disperse their forces."

"For example, deploying heavy troops to protect the most critical and vital places."

The most critical place.

Thales's heart moved and he understood something.

"The commander just said that the hall..." The prince remembered the melee just now: "I think Lumba is in the Hall of Heroes!"

Raphael nodded slowly: "Guess, what is he doing?"

"Third," Putilai narrowed his eyes, thoughtfully: "At least in the Palace of Heroes, the troops of the Black Sand Territory are already stretched thin and cannot be moved lightly."

Thales took a deep breath.

"I understand," the prince said with some emotion: "They are confronting the four Grand Dukes!"

Thales raised his head suddenly: "So they can't divide their troops, and they don't dare to take risks!"

"Because to them...the attitudes of the four Grand Dukes are more critical!"

He must think so.

He must think so.

Putilai nodded firmly.

"So, our current situation seems not good," the deputy envoy said softly, "but compared with just now, it is already a world of difference."

"We really got them where they are."

Putilai raised his head and smiled: "From now on, although our number is small, we will act as a third party who suddenly enters..."

"Taking the initiative."

At that moment, everyone's spirits were lifted.

Is there anything that can boost morale more than hope in desperate situations?

"So," Thales' eyes lit up: "As long as we..."

Putilai nodded.

The thin deputy envoy pursed his lips: "They are defenders and will block our approach at all costs to avoid accidents."

"To hell with caution."

Putilai's eyes showed confidence: "Start now,"

"We are hunters."
Chapter completed!