Godwin Lopez stared at the sword of remnant fire in the heart of the stone platform, clenching the hilt of the holy sword Dawn.

Cream again rejected him.

When Godwin first stepped into the heart of the labyrinth years ago, the possibility hadn't even crossed his mind. He reached out to it firmly, with the momentum that he was bound to win.

Immediately, a black burning pain ignited in his right palm.

What he held was not like a sword, but more like a red-hot iron. The pain was piercing, and Godwin seemed to hear the sizzle of his skin scorching. But when he retracted and opened his palm, the skin on his palm was intact.

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It is the spell on the Sword of Remnant Fire. It's not that Godwin hasn't heard of it, but he never thought that he would meet the conditions and trigger the spell. Over the years, he has never found any confusion or remorse in his heart. Maybe there were still some when I was young, and now those immature feelings have long since vanished.

Everything in the world can be explained by reason, and he has always chosen the most reasonable path. Perhaps there are many helplessness, blood and weeping on this road, but it is indeed the least harmful, and he admits that he has a clear conscience.

But the sword clearly disagreed.

Having the Holy Sword Breaking Dawn, Godwin has no obsession with the Sword of Remnant Fire itself. In the final analysis, "Only the brave can use the Sword of Residual Fire" is nothing but a strange standard set by the current Pope Dawn Quinn of the Rad Cult, and has nothing to do with prophecy.

Godwin cared about it for one reason—

It was Flint Lopez's sword, the sword that Flint took to the bottom of the abyss. The man was free to use the residual fire, and he couldn't even hold it steady. He's not as good as Flint Lopez, as his father once said. He thought that he had come all the way to the present, and it was enough to surpass the unrestrained head of the tin soldier mercenary regiment.

Not enough.

Godwin could feel a throbbing pain spreading near his heart and running through his blood. If the bleakest memory in his life is the uncle he never met.

"If the brother's child survives, he will be the greatest warrior." His father once said, "But Zeni gave you to me, Godwin. Maybe this world is only equipped with a leader like me, so Chenni took the best one first."

"No, it's too far! You have that power, Godwin, how did I teach you? Now you don't need to take care of anyone, you have time, and Flint is like you You've already mastered this sword technique at such a young age. Listen, you can't save anyone at this rate."

"Why the hesitation? Why show mercy? If the battle takes place in the city, it will bite everyone's throat in the next second. You are lucky this time, remember, you can be fast quick."

"You want to conquer the abyss with this level? Pick up your sword and let me continue. Don't get distracted, what are you looking out for? I've said it countless times, you're not like them, hero That's the kind of responsibility I have to bear!...Maybe my teaching is too failed, if it's Flint...if my brother's child hadn't died..."

Despite his father's death, the torrent of that voice still pounded his eardrums from the inside out. The irony is that Flint Lopez's son is still alive.

Oliver Ramon is alive and well.

Godwin shook his wrist, and the dawn left a warm and beautiful arc in the air. Yes, Oliver Ramon is not only alive, he may even have strange powers he can't see through. He needs to confirm this, not only for the current task, but some obscure emotions of his own are pushing him.

Meeting Oliver Ramon for the first time in Caleb Village and identifying him, Godwin initially had a vague sense of relief and pleasure, followed by an inexplicable anger and dissatisfaction. The anger did not erupt immediately, but like the hot magma under the earth's crust, slowly and continuously burning his nerves.

This is the son of the man you talked to death, father.

At that time, Ramon looked like he had no pursuit, and it seemed that he was destined to miss the prophecy. Sloppy, short-sighted, without the slightest ambition and ideal, the temperament is not much different from the ordinary people who can be seen everywhere. However, the talent is commendable, and the heart is not bad, that is, the teammates are not good, and the environment is terrible.

Obviously possessing such power, how could Oliver Ramon be content with the status quo and live like this? He never thought that if he used that power to the extreme, how many people could he save?

As the head of the Horizon Mercenary Corps, as a competent brother. Godwin reached out, a cordial invitation. If Oliver Ramon chooses to go the right way and rely on that talent, he's bound to make a difference. Ramon still had time to choose a less ugly life.

But in the face of such a generous invitation, Ramon refused him - his cousin did not even have the will to step out of the quagmire. Godwin had thought that his reckless, talent-wasting cousin would no longer appear in his sights.

But the action of the tumbleweed is the opposite of the dull, more and more crazy. Oliver Ramon, the head of the group, most likely acquired a dangerous power that should not belong to this world and disrupt the current order during this period of time.

As one of the two remaining descendants of the Lopez family, Godwin felt it was his responsibility to confirm the true condition of Oliver Ramon.

If the worst does happen, Ramon really touches areas that humans shouldn't touch. With his current status, he may be able to come up with a less bad solution.

The edge of the stone platform.

Oliver finally came to the center of the maze. At this distance, he could clearly see Godwin Lopez.

My cousin is standing in front of the sword in the heart of the stone platform, just below the dragon breath stone ball. Head Horizon bowed his head, wondering what he was thinking. The members of Horizon gathered on the side of the stone platform, and there was a pile of blackness. Oliver couldn't immediately find the former knight commander who had lost his strength.

"Never look. Horizon is not a savage, Ed should be held in the tent over there, they won't hang him upside down to demonstrate." Jesse didn't sound worried.

Oliver stopped and looked back at the students who were following him.

"Go," he said softly, "the horizon is over there."

Except for Leonard, who had agreed to act together, the others did not move. Hayden and Elmer didn't even turn their faces away, but Marilyn hesitated for a moment, then gritted her teeth and retracted her outstretched foot.

"I want to stay, life-saving grace is life-saving grace. Even if there is really no college participation, it is Horizon who made a mistake, they should see our attitude." Hayden said, The voice was a little shaky, but firm enough.

"Oliver helped me a lot." Elmer scratched his head, "Leonard is so hard-hearted, I don't want to be a 'rescue target', shrinking in the tent and watching you negotiate... Uh, then It's too useless."

"What is 'du'?" Leonard said dissatisfiedly.

"To be honest, I'm not familiar with those two." Marilyn drooped the corners of her mouth, her face a little bitter. "But... ugh. Going to his hostages, it's nothing."

Leonard blinked, and his face that had always been pale and tense finally showed an expression similar to a smile. "Don't go?"

"No."

"Marilyn Lawler, Hayden Wilhelm, Oliver Elmer, Quentin Leonard. We are the students who have been drawn into the depths of the maze this time, and we are all There's no shortage of one here. The tumbleweed saved us."

He paused. "Mr. Lopez, I don't know what information you got. But we were not under any form of coercion or mind control. If you have any doubts about this matter, you can send members to come for appraisal."

"I'm sorry, Mr. Leonard." Godwin Lopez turned, his voice serious. "Clement's request to us is to send you back to the academy just like that, and not to do anything superfluous, including psychiatric appraisal."

Leonard clenched his jaw, wrinkled his lips, and temporarily stopped the effect of the amplifying spell: "Looks right. There must be someone in the academy waiting to take this matter. If this is just Ordinary rescue, this request is an obvious insult to Horizon."

Tumbleweed may not be aware of the implicit and explicit rules between those in power, but Leonard, who grew up in a noble family, is very clear about it.

Horizon has a reputation. But this requirement is clearly to beware of their unauthorized insertion, forging evidence in favor of tumbleweeds, or questioning the results after they are obtained. It's irrational, but it's very effective—

If Godwin abides by the rules, then he must accept all the results given by Clement after the fact. If Godwin violated the requirements and actually cast mind-checking magic on them beforehand, such violations would also put the horizon in a quandary. Even if Horizon found out that they had not accepted any form of manipulation, the Mercenary Guild would not accept Horizon's testimony.

If the college just wants the students to be safe, it won't do any extra. What's irritating is that the relationship between Clementine Academy and the Mercenary Guild has never been good. Although this requirement is excessive, it is not "abnormal".

"Looks like we have to go with the tumbleweed." Leonard shook his head.

Several students were silent, they were no longer teenagers. In their early twenties, no one would be happy to be manipulated as a chess piece. If you just want to protect yourself, it is the right choice to cast the horizon immediately. However…

No one moved.

Mixing in will likely be implicated. We—"

Leonard glanced at him with stiffness and embarrassment in his eyes. The little noble shook his head, and before Nemo finished speaking, he activated the megaphone again: "Then I'm sorry, we have our own considerations. Mr. Lopez, we're going with the tumbleweed."

He glanced at Marilyn, and continued: "And we have a lady here who is very unwell. She needs a calmer environment." Horizon could understand his overtones.

Marilyn rolled her eyes and pointed at Leonard. Then "softly" slid down to the ground, making a look as if he was about to faint.

Nemo: "…"

The scene was deadlocked for a while.

Before figuring out the strength of Tumbleweed, there were so many mischievous young people on the opposite side, no one dared to force it. The tumbleweed members were detained just to prevent them from finding another exit to escape, and no one really dared to threaten anyone with the safety of the former trial knight commander. Godwin stood in the middle of the stone platform, Oliver stopped at the edge of the stone platform. The two looked at each other and quickly considered the most appropriate way to deal with it.

At this moment, the last member of Tumbleweed returned.

Ann looked wrong, the always energetic female warrior looked as pale as lime, with no smile on her face.

"What are you doing?" She frowned, her voice a little hoarse. "What's going on with these little guys?"

Seeing Oliver still staring at Godwin, Nemo pulled Ann aside and briefly explained the current situation.

"Oh." Ann didn't show any surprised expression, she threw the grey parrot towards Nemo and strode to Oliver's side.

"Captain, I have a request." The female warrior's tone was terribly serious. "I hope we can get out of here quickly."

Oliver turned his head and raised his eyebrows. He was just thinking about the possibility of a protracted war.

"I heard from Nemo that Clement blocked the Academy. Combined with the information I know, I think I know what's going on." She said very simply. "Both the tumbleweed and the horizon were used."

"As long as we're here, the academy can continue to be closed. The headmaster is Salter, right? He calculated that the horizon could hold us. It can no longer be used. Looking at the speed at which the horizon reaches the heart, they definitely got permission to use the royal family's exclusive passage to come in - that permission can only be used once, and 80% of them are counting on the teleportation array to retreat."

"Assuming that the teleportation formation cannot be used, even if it is as strong as the horizon, it will take at least half a month to withdraw from here. Considering the **** of students and escorting us, this time is likely to be extended to one month Above. Then Clement has every reason to remain completely closed for this month...a lot can happen in a month."

"To completely offend Horizon, just to close this academy?"

"If you can't offend, they'll just use an excuse to say that there is a problem with the teleportation array. After all, Lopez is not the kind of person who is obsessed with revenge. As for the closed academy...you know how many great nobles there are here. Descendants? Royal Military Academy Clemens, combat students are more or less related to the military at home. If something 'happened' out there, a perfect group of hostages are being held here. And that group of nobles If we really want to get angry, we must bear the blame."

The Ann who said this doesn't look like Ann.

Warriors are always forthright and open-minded, although Oliver knows that Ann is always thoughtful. But she would occasionally be impulsive, or make dirty jokes. She was their comrade-in-arms, always so peaceful and close.

The current female warrior is a little gloomy, with a faint aura of a superior that he can't understand.

"An..."

"Godwin Lopez." The female warrior stepped on the stone platform, "Let your people try the teleportation array and see if it still works. As Delia's Fiance, you should have noticed something."

Godwin Lopez didn't move, just looked this way coldly. He waved casually, and a Horizon member not far away ran towards the teleportation array knowingly.

After a few minutes, the member ran back with a pale face and reported something in a low voice.

"It really doesn't seem to work." Ann smiled wearily and put one on Oliver's shoulder. "Now you have two options - first, to clear us regardless, exhaust your own strength, and implicate those lovely young people by the way. Finally, exhaustively break out; second, we cooperate and get out of here as soon as possible. "

Godwin was silent for a long time.

"No," he said, staring at Oliver. "You're right, I do have some not-so-good information. But I also have things to confirm. So I want to pick''. Oliver Ramon, play with me. One-on-one kind. "

"If you want to know about me, I can tell you directly." Oliver took a step back. "I don't think we have to fight this, Lope... Godwin."

"Did you destroy the Wither Castle?"

"...Yes, if you must know this." If they were to retreat together, in order to hide Nemo's true combat power, he couldn't leave, Godwin would sooner or later notice this . Oliver took a deep breath, glanced at Nemo reassuringly, stepped forward alone, and finally stopped opposite Godwin. "Now we can—"

"Then it's more necessary for me to fight you," Godwin muttered, raising his eyes.

If that desperate power really belongs to Oliver Ramon…

"Why?" Oliver raised his hands, indicating that he had no intention of holding a sword.

"Prove yourself." Godwin's mouth curved, something burning quietly in his eyes. "I never work with dangerous people of unknown strength - it's about the battle plan for Horizon after we get out of the labyrinth."

If Ramon was stronger than himself as Captain Horizon...

"...As long as you click, you can. To be honest, I don't want to hurt you." Seeing the other party's firm attitude, Oliver sighed.

"There is no need for you to live or die. According to the regulations, I will also **** you to the Mercenary Guild alive." Godwin said coldly, raising the dawn. "Draw your sword."

Oliver pulled the Sword of Rest from his waist, but Godwin spoke again before his sword touched the hilt.

"I would like you to use the one in front of you, if possible," said Godwin in a voice that could not have been lower, "with your father's sword."

Oliver was silent for a long time, he stared at the unfamiliar black sword between the two, and his eyes swept across the pulsating fire on the blade. Finally he stretched out, slowly grasped the hilt, and pulled it out of the stone platform.

The expression on Oliver Ramon's face did not show any fluctuation.