"Thank you for taking the risk to save the bishop." Wanda Darkholm thanked him excitedly.

Claude smiled: "Let's go!"

"Save us!"

"Bishop Claude, save me, I am willing to join the Green Day Church."

"As long as you save me out, let me do anything."

The other cells in the super cell shouted, hoping that Claude would let them out too.

Claude raised a smile at the corner of his mouth: "Of course it will be saved."

"Where is Shelly Cole?" Claude shouted.

There was a clattering sound of chains in the noisy voice, and a low voice rang out: "Oh, do you want to save me, Claude."

"Of course." Claude's mouth showed a big smile.

Then there was a huge noise in the cell, and then a violent roar: "Then hurry up."

"Bishop, this is the ninth inning. Any extra minute of delay will be at great risk." Wanda Darkholm said hurriedly.

"It's okay, just follow my arrangement." Claude chuckled lightly, his face full of confidence.

"Other people go and break the door. How much can be released, and the time is two minutes." Then he quickly walked to the cell where the violent voice just now was, and began to break the cell door.

"Don't be sentimental, this time I'm not here to save you." The beautiful woman snorted at Wanda Darkholm.

Wanda Darkholm frowned, her excitement quickly dissipated, and her reason told her that the Green Sun Church would not be able to force nine rounds for her.

And with the combat power of nine innings, it was impossible for Claude and the others to hit here.

There is bound to be a change in it.

But now is not the time to think about that.

Claude rescued the prisoner named Shelly Cole, a thin old man with fluffy blond hair, like a wounded golden lion, full of violence.

Although this old man is thin, his skeleton is huge. Obviously, he was extremely strong before.

His body was bound by several wrist-thick chains, and he also wore a pipa bone. As long as he moved, blood would seep out.

Claude, holding a knight's sword, quickly cut off the chains on his body.

Especially when the pipa bone was cut off, the wound was driven, and the old lion gritted his teeth and said nothing.

"You're free, Shelly Cole." Claude said with a smile.

"Of course, I feel it." The blond old man squeezed his sore fists and took a deep breath, then his eyes widened, bloodshot in his eyes, and he gritted his teeth: "It's finally out, Stellan, I must crush it. your head."

"Let's talk when you go out alive, let's go, it's not suitable to stay here for a long time!" Claude said.

The blond old man turned around without hesitation, he didn't want to be locked in a cell anymore.

"Two minutes are up, leave immediately." Claude shouted.

The people from the Green Day Cult immediately stopped, gave up the door that was being destroyed, and followed Claude away.

"Hey hey hey, don't leave, the cell door is almost broken." A prisoner yelled, his cell door was almost broken, but the people from the Green Sun Church left without hesitation, and let the prisoner A prisoner went from seeing hope to quickly falling into despair.

There was another prisoner who was even worse. The prison door was opened, and he was about to break the chains on his body, but the black knight of the Green Sun Sect didn't try to destroy it, he turned and left.

The angry prisoner scolded his mother!

Although the Green Sun Sect led away most of the elite knights in the ninth round, this was an inner city after all, and they couldn't hide the fact that they stormed the ninth round. In less than twenty minutes, reinforcements would arrive.

Therefore, if the Green Sun Church wants to withdraw safely, it must be completed within 20 minutes.

And after withdrawing from the ninth inning, they had to escape the city hall's force blockade and the required search, so their time was even tighter.

The time given by Claude was to withdraw from nine innings within 11 or 12 minutes to ensure that there was time to hide and evacuate.

Therefore, they must strictly observe the time, and delaying for a second will take a huge risk.

Claude and the others quickly rushed to the hall of the ninth round. The hall was full of corpses, all from the ninth round. Obviously, there was a fierce battle here after they left.

"Curry hasn't come back yet?" someone said.

"Is it in danger?"

Claude frowned: "Ignore him, we'll leave first."

He didn't have time to wait for someone. The group quickly rushed to the transporter in the hall. They used this transporter to rush into the ninth round.

As a result, gunshots sounded at this time, and there were nine innings of reserve knights hiding on the second floor to shoot them.

Fortunately, none of the people present were ordinary people, so they avoided the bullets.

At this time, a figure flashed from the second floor, a cold light passed by, and a dart directly pierced the reserve knight's forehead, resulting in his life.

The figure jumped down from the second floor. It was a sturdy young man with a belt tied around his waist with some darts stuck on it.

"Sorry, these people aren't too afraid of dying."

"Let's go!" Claude didn't say a word, and rushed directly to the transporter. The people from the Green Sun Church quickly got into the car and closed the door directly, blocking the door except the blond old man who was rescued.

"Take us away," shouted the four prisoners. UU Reading www.uukanshu.com

"I'm sorry, I can't sit still, you can find your own way." Claude said lightly.

The two people he wants to save on this trip are only Wanda Darkholm and the old lion Shirley Cole. The other people are not the target.

The transporter started quickly and began to withdraw from the hall.

As soon as the four prisoners gritted their teeth, they ran and climbed onto the transport cart. They are prisoners held in special cells, and each of them is a powerful black knight. Although the strength of the captivity has declined seriously, it is not difficult to climb on the transport vehicle.

Claude noticed the actions of the four prisoners and frowned, but he did not drive them away.

"Hey, hey, wait for me." Just as the transporter exited the hall, the black and strong man with tattoos on his face, Curry, rushed towards the transporter with his men.

The transporter dashed outwards without reducing its speed.

"Damn, can't you wait for me?" Curry looked ugly and turned to look at his subordinates: "Hurry up, the old bishop won't wait for anyone."

"Boss, I'm seriously injured, I'm afraid I won't be able to catch up." A strong black man smiled wryly.

"Then you can find a way to escape by yourself. Whether you can survive depends on your own good fortune." Curry said indifferently.

His men gritted their teeth and broke out to pursue the transporter at full speed.

Curry was the fastest, caught up with the transporter, grabbed the transporter with one jump, turned over and jumped on it.

"Damn, you all hurry up." Curry yelled at his subordinates.

Two of his subordinates jumped on the transport car, but the one who was seriously injured finally failed to catch up, and could only watch the transport car leave.