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The sacrificial hall of the Fireblade Cult.

All the Fireblade cultists knelt on the ground. With each chant of their prayers, the flames on the altar grew more intense.

In the pile of commoners offered as sacrifice, each time the cultists prayed, wisps of red light floated towards the center of the altar.

The red light merged into the core flame, resembling burning blood.

Klein and his companions had quietly hidden outside the door, awaiting Hawkins and his group's actions.

Soon, the time Lilith and Hawkins had agreed upon arrived.

"Boom!"

A Hellfire Ball spell exploded among the Fireblade cultists, the cultists ignited by fel energy screaming as they were consumed.

Brewer, wielding a greatsword, cleaved a Fireblade cultist near the side door in two with a single strike.

The surprise attack was executed with precision.

The Fireblade Cult's high priest glanced at the burning flames at the center of the altar, frowned slightly, and loudly announced, turning his head.

"Kill them all! Do not let anyone hinder the arrival of our Lord's envoy!"

DeWard was the first to draw his longsword, charging towards Hawkins.

A dozen small fireballs were launched from the hands of the Fireblade cultists, slamming into an ice wall.

Athena leaned heavily on her staff, struggling. As her magical power dwindled, the ice wall rapidly melted. It was too difficult for her alone to block a dozen small fireballs in her current state.

She retrieved a bottle of magic potion from her waist and drank it down. Now was not the time to be frugal.

Just then, Klein and his companions suddenly appeared on the other side, charging straight towards the Fireblade cultists.

Becky, clad in armor, used a Holy Light Cross Slash to cut two Fireblade cultists in half at the waist.

After all, she was a paladin, and her combat prowess was definitely impressive. Having overcome her psychological barriers, Becky's greatsword felt much steadier in her hands.

Klein didn't randomly cast spells, relying more on his physique and strength to attack the relatively weaker Fireblade cultists. He didn't have much mana and couldn't afford to waste it at this moment.

Lilith's fighting style was much more ferocious. Perhaps because of the large number of enemies, she directly took out the Harvester and began hacking wildly.

Each sweep took the lives of several Fireblade cultists, making her resemble a killing machine.

On the other side, DeWard had already reached Hawkins, his longsword pointed straight at him.

"Hawkins, our battle is not yet over."

"Then come!"

DeWard thrust his longsword straight at Hawkins.

"Military Swordsmanship - Crushing Pressure."

The longsword was about to pierce Hawkins, but a Voidwalker suddenly emerged from the air and grabbed it.

"Caxton, restrain him!" Hawkins commanded the Voidwalker, Caxton.

"As… ordered!" the Voidwalker said somewhat sluggishly, but his actions were anything but slow.

"Boom!"

The fireball exploded between the Voidwalker and DeWard. The already battered Voidwalker began to dissipate into the air, returning to the void, after enduring this heavy blow.

DeWard, who was nearby, crawled up from the ground. The hellfire scorched his skin, but his battle aura extinguished it.

"Warlocks are indeed troublesome. Even at Tier 1, they possess such powerful strength. If it were a one-on-one fight, I might not be your match.

However, after fighting for so long, how much mana do you have left?"

DeWard spat out a mouthful of blood, the flames reflecting on his scorched skin, making him look like a true demon as he walked towards Hawkins.

"Enough to kill you."

Hawkins raised his sword and charged forward. Like Klein, he was also a magic user with strong close-combat abilities.

At lower tiers, when mana is insufficient, close-combat ability can indeed effectively fill the gaps in battle.

DeWard pierced Hawkins's stomach with his sword, but Hawkins's fel energy also pierced DeWard's thigh.

A desperate struggle began between the two.

…

"Fifth Style - Great Vortex."

Lilith charged into the crowd, a whirlwind slash killing all the surrounding Fireblade cultists, including two Tier 1 professionals.

Becky also stepped forward with her sword, fighting alongside the other Fireblade cultists.

Klein pulled the From-Blade from the chest of a Fireblade cultist and said to Lilith.

"Kill the high priest."

"Okay."

With simple words, Lilith already understood. It was the same as usual, and even more so during battle. Their tacit understanding had made them accustomed to this form of communication.

Lilith held the Harvester, and shadows gathered at her feet. Flowing shadows formed a black Shadow Armor on her body.

A death knight helmet concealed Lilith's face, and an aura of darkness, evil, and death emanated from her.

This was the first time Lilith had displayed her complete knight form.

"Death Knight!"

Becky paused for a moment, looking at Lilith in surprise.

Lilith had never shown this form before, so she had always assumed that Lilith was just an ordinary knight.

The high priest's eyes narrowed.

"Hmph, so what if you're a Death Knight? No one can stop the arrival of our Lord's envoy!"

The high priest chanted, and a huge fireball appeared out of nowhere, heading towards the Harvester's scythe.

…

After Klein beheaded a Fireblade cultist who charged at him, he observed the situation at the altar.

He could see that the flame at the center of the altar was absorbing something emanating from the surrounding flames.

Although he didn't know what it was, this evil cult, the Fireblade Cult, certainly wouldn't be doing anything good.

After Klein killed several Fireblade cultists, he stopped. Close-quarters combat was too slow, and the longer it dragged on, the more dangerous the situation would become.

He had to eliminate the trash here as soon as possible and then deal with the situation on the altar. Klein jumped onto a high platform, and hellfire balls gathered in his hands.

"Boom! Boom! Boom!"

The violent explosions stunned the Fireblade cultists, and they all looked towards Klein.

"Another warlock?"

With Klein's area bombardment, coupled with Becky and Brewer's charge, Jamie Lee's spot kills, and Danton's cover.

The elite qualities of the academy students were immediately displayed. Dozens of Fireblade cultists were quickly wiped out with their cooperation.

Only the high priest, who was engaged in a fierce battle with Lilith, and DeWard, who was surrounded by several people, remained.

DeWard was covered in wounds, barely standing. Hawkins in front of him was kneeling on the ground, relying entirely on his longsword to support his body.

"Heh heh heh, I didn't expect that you could actually do this. You're not ordinary royal academy students."

DeWard coughed up a few mouthfuls of blood and plunged his longsword into the ground.

"You've lost, DeWard," Hawkins said.

"No, you're the ones who have lost. The envoy has arrived, I can feel it, and I, heh heh, I'm going to embrace our Lord."

DeWard suddenly turned around, enduring the injury of being stabbed by Becky, and rushed into the flames in the center of the altar.

As if destroyed by a special energy, DeWard's body instantly turned into red ashes upon touching the flames, merging into the flames.

Only the flames and the shadow of his former lover remained in DeWard's eyes.

"Salana, I'm coming."