time!

There is no time!

Mark wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, and the cold rain mixed with the blood flowed down.

He glanced at the water tank that was faintly guarded by the ice and six men in black robes, and then glanced at the huge waves in the distance that swallowed everything.

Finally, he looked at the puppeteer who stood in front of him like an iceberg, unfathomable and at ease.

The opponent's strength was far beyond imagination. His effortless demeanor, his defense that remained unmoved even against Xiao Mu's special force field, his eyes that looked like a cat playing with a mouse...

They are all silently declaring a cruel fact - they can't win.

At least, before the adult mirage destroys everything, they will never be able to break through the monster's obstruction and release the larvae!

A huge feeling of powerlessness and despair gripped Mark's heart, but was immediately overwhelmed by a stronger desire to survive and sense of responsibility.

If they stayed, not only would they fail to save Anchor Bay City, but all of them, including Xiao Mu, would become food for the puppeteer of the Enlightenment Society or the Mirage!

He is not a bad person.

But he is not a good person!

Saving Anchor Bay City is a act of kindness.

Not saving Anchor Bay City would be a responsibility to all members of Mark's team!

If Kyle is a priest who chooses to sacrifice himself by facing the magic train for the survival of a few or a hundred people on the tracks.

Then Mark is the kind of person who would decisively give up a hundred people for the sake of a few people close to him on the railway track.

Be it selfishness or cowardice.

This is his choice!

"Walk!"

Mark's voice was hoarse but firm.

He turned abruptly, no longer looking at the damn water tank and the puppeteer, and pointed his cross-axe in the direction away from the port, towards the inner city heights.

"Everyone! Retreat immediately! Leave Anchor Bay! Quick!"

Enzo climbed out of the pile of cargo, frost shattering on his mithril breastplate.

His little red eyes glared unwillingly at the puppeteer and the water tank, a beast-like growl coming from his throat.

But in the end, he spat out a mouthful of blood, grabbed the fallen rune forging hammer, and roared, "Fuck you, masked man! I'll remember you! Next time we meet, I'll smash that lousy mask of yours!"

Anna instantly put away her longbow, her figure disappeared into the shadow of the house on the corner of the street, and came to Mark, then picked up Xiao Mu, who was a little depressed because of the outburst.

Monica took one last deep look at the puppeteer's pale mask covered with star-track vines, her wine-red pupils filled with reluctance and fear, and then she slipped into the shadows and returned to Mark.

Mark was the rear guard, holding a cross battle axe in front of him, with colorful black light vigilantly locking onto the direction of the puppeteer, and retreating step by step.

The puppeteer watched them retreat quietly, and the dangerous ice storm in his palm dissipated silently.

He did not make any pursuit moves, but his eyes under the mask, like a tracker, greedily swept over Mark, Monica, and especially the pink slime in Anna's arms.

It was as if it wanted to imprint every cell and every energy fluctuation of theirs.

“Escape, struggle… The spark of wisdom that blooms in despair is the most brilliant.”

The cold, hoarse whisper was drowned out by the roar of the approaching tsunami, and only he could hear it. "We... will meet again. Your secret will eventually belong to... Qizhi."

Mark's team quickly disappeared in the storm and the chaotic fleeing crowd, and ran desperately towards the high ground in the inner city of Anchor Bay.

Leave behind the hopeless battlefield, the cold enemy and the world-destroying tsunami that is about to swallow everything.

The puppeteer withdrew his gaze from the direction they disappeared and turned to the huge shadow that was getting closer and closer, emitting endless anger.

The corners of his mouth beneath the mask seemed to curve into a cold and satisfied arc.

The plan is progressing perfectly along the established track.

As long as this group of young people with an inexplicable aura leave, he will not be afraid of anyone.

As a favored 'wise man', even though he didn't know what was hidden behind Mark and others.

But when he attacked Mark's team, the uneasy feeling in his heart confirmed his previous guess.

The failure of the Wulong Lake ritual must be related to the mysterious existence behind Mark's team!

Right now, he is not qualified to plan for the Lord on that level.

So it’s better to stay away.

As the Qizhi Society's plan continues to advance, one day he will be able to obtain more perfect research materials!

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The guards had long since disappeared from the massive archway of Anchor Bay's inner city.

Team Mark was like four arrows tearing through the rain curtain, stepping into the ankle-deep cold sea water and rushing towards the main road leading out of the city.

There was sticky mud and broken rubble under my feet, and every time I lifted my legs it felt like pulling them out of a swamp.

"Faster! Faster!" Mark's roar was broken by the wind and rain.

The little wings on his shoulders were pressed against his body, his pink eyes stared back, and he whimpered intermittently.

Behind him, the huge dark blue wall that swallowed up the outer harbor had slammed into the first barrier of the inner city built on the mountain!

The deafening roar is not caused by a one-time collision, but a continuous, teeth-grinding crushing and tearing!

The dozens of meters high rock and magic-reinforced walls seemed as fragile as a child's sand castle in front of the waves carrying the might of the deep sea.

The huge rock was easily thrown into the air and fell into the rolling waves and muddy current.

The gap in the inner city wall was like being gnawed by a giant beast, and the raging sea water rushed in, carrying broken masts, the remains of monsters, and even twisted human figures!

“Boom—crash!!!”

The turbid, fishy, ​​and salty sea water instantly turned into a several-meter-high wave of death, flowing along the sloping streets of the inner city like a hungry tongue, licking and devouring everything frantically!

Wooden houses were swept away like pieces of paper, and stone walls groaned and collapsed under the impact.

The cries and screams were completely drowned out by the deafening sound of water.

"Fuck the Enlightenment Society!"

Enzo turned his head and glanced while running wildly, his eyes bloodshot. His short and strong body burst out at the maximum speed, and his mithril breastplate knocked away the half-broken beam brought by the first wave of waves rushing into the inner city.

"You're using the entire city as fodder to feed that bastard! Sooner or later, I'll hammer you all into pulp and stuff you into the toilet!"

The turbid sea water that flooded into the inner city had reached the knees, and the resistance to the team's progress increased dramatically.

And so far they have only run half the distance to the inner city.

As soon as the first wave of waves that rushed into the inner city receded, it meant that the adult sea mirage was already very close to the inner city of Anchor Bay!

in this case.

Even the agile Anna's speed was greatly reduced in the knee-deep water and floating debris, and there was an unprecedented solemnity in her emerald green eyes.

Deep in Monica's wine-red pupils, the identification array was spinning wildly at an unprecedented speed, trying to catch a glimmer of hope.

Suddenly, when she turned her head and glanced towards a certain part of the inner city, her body suddenly froze and her expression changed slightly:

"Wait! Spatial fluctuations! Very strong spatial fluctuations... right in the heart of the inner city!"