Seriously injured and unconscious, Ayafara was sent directly to the operating room, and Yanke was taken down by Logos within a few moves.

After all, if the gap between Yanke and Ayafara is the gap between soldiers and civilians with some combat effectiveness, then the gap between Logos and Yanke is the gap between Yanke and lamb.

- The difference in combat effectiveness is too great, there is no comparison at all.

Also a warlock versus a guard, Ayafarah was pinned down by close quarters at the beginning of the battle, and her spells that needed to be prepared in advance were hastily used, and did not cause much damage to the Yanke, which also led to her rapid defeat.

Logos are different.

Almost without any preparation and chanting, more than a dozen spells can be freely unfolded around you, each of which can cause a certain containment of Yanke's attack, and the superposition of several spells has the effect of one plus one greater than two.

On the other hand, Yanke's invincible sword technique seems to have fallen into some kind of quagmire, obviously the place is empty, but it can't be used.

Finally, he exchanged blood for space and got closer to Logos, but he encountered a singing spell that had been prepared for a long time, and was defeated.

His overwhelming flame blade attack, but he couldn't even touch the corners of Logos' clothes.

"Anything better, Sword Magician?"

Looking coldly at Yanke, who had been completely knocked to the ground, Logos spat out his words contemptuously. Although the latter struggled to get up, he finally gave up helplessly.

His hands and feet have been locked through the spell, and now he can't use any strength.

"Hmph... You guy, what a nosy. "

Although he couldn't move, this didn't prevent Yanke from staring at Logos with fierce eyes. But the latter did not seem to care about this weak threat, but let out a "sneer" from his nose.

"If I were you, I wouldn't touch that Caprini girl... Wait, Revy will pick your skin when he comes back. "

Hearing this, a trace of fanaticism flashed in Yanke's eyes.

"That's fine! Wouldn't it be better if it could really provoke that man? "

“...... Even if you will be killed by him? "

In the face of Logos' question, Yanke seemed unimpressed, and a trace of excitement flashed in his eyes: "Don't you still understand, warlock?" That "Regulus Harvey" has changed, and since the woman died, he has changed——! "

"-Stop!"

Logos let out a low roar: "I warn you, Sakaz - if you call His Highness by this disrespectful title again, I can kill you right now!" "

This sentence did not seem to have any effect, and the Sakaz sword master just shook his head, not meaning to be frightened.

"Is there anything more ridiculous and pathetic than the once famous 'Kazdale military god', the commander of the Fourth Legion that made Usas and Tracys extremely jealous, and now he has become a miscellaneous guy on Rhode Island?"

The more Yanke spoke, the more excited he became: "In front of that shit natural disaster messenger, this man became weak and deceptive, he has long forgotten how powerful he was in the past——! "

"- What Kazdale needs is the invincible, decisive and prestigious god of war, not the current "Lee Blade" who will only wipe the ass of Rhode Island everywhere! ""

"Enough!!"

Logos roared, finally interrupting Yanke's "speech".

"Sword Warlock... You do not understand anything, you do not understand the essence of Rhodes at all, nor the wishes of His Highness, and even more so about Regulus Harvey. "

"You don't deserve to be with us. I'll put you in a confinement room... How long do you like to stay! "

———— dividing line ————

What happened on the Rhode Island ship, Revy naturally did not know.

He is not a god, how can he have the ability of clairvoyance... Compared to those, the things in front of him are the real headaches for him.

He found the missing reconnaissance team.

Looking at the three of them who could at least call them healthy postures, Revy breathed a slight sigh of relief in his heart.

As long as it is in this state, he is 100% confident that he can bring the three people back safely, even if the snake personally comes to stop it, he can't stop it!

It's just-

"Mr. Revy, these people have applied for temporary asylum permits in Rhode Island, and according to the regulations, we need to bring them with us."

Looking at those who didn't know when the extra came out, Revy sighed silently.

He was prepared for all the other people in this asylum - in a hurry, Scout could not find a quiet, suitable and independent shelter for the three Rhode Island operators so easily.

But...... If that meant bringing a couple of little tails with him when retreating, then he was absolutely thankful.

At the same time, Revy finally figured out why the death of this group of students inside caused an uproar outside.

A girl with an unruly face, a girl with white hair and glasses, a girl with full vitality and an iron gate as a shield, a girl with a face full of warlike intent around a red scarf... The most important thing is the white-haired Usas girl who is isolated, helpless, unfocused, and has a face full of depression.

Revy knew her name and knew the meaning of her name.

Her name is - Natalia Andreevna Rostova, daughter of Grand Duke Usas Lev Andreevich Rostov, and the only heir to his title!

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