"At that time, the subordinates who tried their best to stand in front of His Majesty Roy could no longer condense their energy barriers, so they had to watch with their own eyes the flickering ax blade roaring towards him, on his white armor soaked in bright red. It sparked a series of dazzling sparks, piercing like the scythe of death."

The calm voice of the white knight gradually became unstable.

"In the end, the ax blade roared and successfully tore through the subordinate's armor, piercing through the

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