Pegasus, quick-witted as ever, understood immediately; he truly lived up to his reputation as one of the top working horses in the tribe.
They made it sound so righteous and righteous to say, "We'll run away after we get them to the ground!"
The men in black behind them used all their tricks.
Soon, the coachman's defensive shield was broken.
When the carriage was attacked, its protective magic circle instantly lit up. However, with a "crack," the glittering magic circle on the carriage vanished in an instant, like shattered glass.
The weakened dark magic struck the damaged carriage with a bang, like a stone smashing an egg.
The lead horse, quick-witted and swift-hoofed, turned back to catch Panticilin.
Panticillin frowned slightly and turned to look at the people chasing him.
Another pegasus turned to meet the coachman, but the unfortunate coachman was hit directly by a fire spell that had gone astray.
Although he managed to recast his shield in time, the incoming fire magic was too powerful.
The fireball shattered the shield.
The blazing flames instantly ignited the coachman.
With a heart-wrenching scream, the coachman, like a falling comet, was engulfed in flames and burning as he plummeted to the ground.
The Pegasus that came to his rescue watched as his former colleague turned into a charred corpse engulfed in flames and died. It immediately put all its strength into flapping its wings and desperately chased after the lead horse.
"Boss!!" it almost cried, "It's just a job! Is it really necessary to work this hard???"
The lead horse put all its energy into running as fast as it could and had no time to pay attention to the nonsense of its working partner.
Panticil calmly took out his arcane communicator.
As expected, the communicator malfunctioned.
The Pegasus gritted their teeth and ultimately followed the lead horse, refusing to flee for their own lives.
Seemingly noticing Panticilin's actions, the man chasing him sneered and deliberately used telepathy to say:
"Unless you become a god, otherwise... ha!"
Panticillin sighed.
He raised his hand and patted the lead horse's neck. "Put me on the ground, and you can run."
"I am their target."
Although he didn't know which enemy it was, Panticil thought that if he survived this time...
These thugs must be punished by law so that they will understand one thing: even gods must kneel before the law!
Just as this thought crossed my mind, a shooting star lit up the sky.
It fell like a polar star, burning brightly, illuminating the sky and the earth, its light so intense that everyone could not open their eyes.
Then, it crashed straight down on Panticillin.
At that moment, all the mortal beings present closed their eyes.
For God should not be looked upon directly.
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