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“It's too dangerous. There must be super-tier powerhouses in Grandok's legions. Klein, although your strength is very powerful, you don't know what their abilities are yet.

What if their ability happens to counter your magic? You'll definitely be in a desperate situation then. Anyway, I don't agree with you going.”

Klein touched Lilith's head.

“Be good, I'll marry you when I get back.”

Lilith was stunned for a moment, and Klein took advantage of Lilith's daze to hug her tightly.

“Don't worry, I'm absolutely sure I'll come back. We haven't gotten married yet, I won't die.”

Lilith looked at Klein with a complex expression, and finally could only nod helplessly.

“I understand.”

Klein left in mist form. This seemingly reckless behavior was actually the result of his careful consideration.

Roger cannot die, or rather, he needs an ally from a large guild.

Originally, Klein's idea was that sacrificing the super-tier bait was inevitable, but Roger's character made Klein change his mind.

A man who dares to stand up with his confidants in a desperate situation.

This kind of guy should understand the meaning of gratitude. As long as Roger is saved, he will have a mature and reliable guild ally.

The power of the Iron Brotherhood is absolutely not to be underestimated. With Roger's help, plus this military merit, he will have influence and resources to a certain extent.

Esmond is, after all, the president of the Jay Society. He must show absolute strength, influence, qualifications, and background in order to win the position of president of the Jay Society and convince the public.

As for safety, Klein didn't have too many concerns about this.

Not to mention the new flash of inspiration, even if he took out the God-Slaying Battle Axe and slashed wildly, and then used Arcane Transfer to escape, he would not be trapped by these Grandok soldiers.

… …

At this time, Roger was covered in blood. Of the 200 Iron Brotherhood members he brought, only more than 30 were left. The magic mechs were almost completely damaged, and the remaining members were all injured.

And in front of them was a mountain of corpses and a sea of blood of Grandok soldiers.

The more he fought, the braver he became, the berserker Roger was now exhausted. The more he fought, the braver he became was only relative, and the enemies he had to face were almost endless.

At this time, Roger was no longer able to kill a Grandok soldier with one strike.

It is conceivable how bad his current state is. A super-tier powerhouse cannot kill a Grandok soldier with one strike, which can only mean that he has reached his limit in terms of both physical strength and battle aura.

The ground was covered with blood, dyeing the entire earth red.

He kicked the corpse at his feet and looked left and right. The brother on the left had an arrow stuck in his right arm, but he was desperately hacking with his unskilled left hand, his face ferocious. The brother on the right was bloodshot and shouted loudly, blood even flowing from the corner of his mouth.

He wiped the sweat from his forehead with his sleeve and looked up at the red sun shining on the red land, so dazzling that he couldn't open his eyes.

The skeletons were piled up like small red mountains, accumulating around Roger.

His subordinates waved their halberds not far away, as if painting with blood, the heads under the armor never lowered.

Looking at all this tragic scene, Roger's mood was very calm, because he knew that what he needed to do had been done.

“I wonder how Klein is doing. With such an intensity of attack, I wonder if they can complete the mission.”

Although Klein's approach made many people in the Iron Brotherhood dissatisfied, Roger was very clear that Klein's approach was the truly correct one.

He smiled bitterly, this is war, what must be maintained is always the interests of the empire, but how many people have thought about the scenes of new ghosts wailing and old ghosts crying?

I am afraid that those high-ranking officials in the empire would not think about it.

As the president of the Iron Brotherhood, he actually hates war. He is really a ridiculous guy.

Roger tightened the knife in his hand, and the numbness in his palm made him unsure whether the knife in his hand was still there.

“Boss, let's find a way to escape.”

At this time, several members of the Iron Brotherhood had begun to persuade Roger to leave, but Roger smiled indifferently.

“Escape? Can we still escape now?”

He pointed to Tamm, who had not taken action in the distance. This well-known Grandok border general had not taken action.

Relying solely on the mage group's long-range bombing and the soldiers' encirclement and suppression, the Iron Brotherhood members had been dragged to the point of exhaustion.

They did not have mages like Klein who had multiple super-range attacks. Except for Roger, who had some large-scale killing methods, the other warrior professionals could basically only fight alone.

In this way, their threat was much smaller than Klein and his group, and it was easier to deal with.

The Iron Brotherhood's subordinates were stunned. They knew that Roger was referring to the Grandok legion commander. Yes, the other party had not even taken action, so why should they escape?

… …

Tamm, who had been watching the battle, took out a chicken leg, took a bite, and said to the adjutant next to him:

“Let the mage group carry out another cluster bombing, and it's almost over. Wait to take Roger's head and claim the reward!”

“Yes!”

Under Tamm's order, the mages of the Second Grandok Legion began to carry out another magic cluster bombing of the Iron Brotherhood's position.

“Boom! Boom! Boom!”

The sound of explosions rose and fell one after another. This magic cluster bombing was even denser than the previous ones. When the energy of the magic gradually dissipated, only Roger was left standing on the ground.

Roger quietly looked at the soldiers who were constantly approaching him. As a warrior of Tyrrell, he did not have the habit of committing suicide.

But he also had no intention of surrendering and becoming a prisoner. Now, he just wanted to kill as many Grandok people as possible, and then die on this battlefield.

“It's time to end this!”

Roger rushed directly towards the enemy soldiers, but before the two sides met, Roger flashed backwards.

“What is that?”

The sound of a bottle breaking was heard on the noisy battlefield. If it weren't for Roger's keen hearing, he wouldn't have been able to hear it at all.

He looked at the thing that was constantly growing in front of him. It was a huge, snail-like monster.

It went from being only the size of a fist to a behemoth as high as 300 naich in just a dozen seconds, completely blocking him.

A large amount of acid corroded the surrounding soldiers. Klein, standing on the snail, turned his head and said to Roger:

“What are you looking at? Let's go!”