For them, that was already a very distant past. Twenty years ago, during the huge Hora turmoil, countless mages and knights resisted desperately, and finally countless Hora were sealed.

But in that war, the Flaming Blade Knight who fought hard to protect everyone gradually fell forever, and the Senate posthumously awarded him the title of Golden Knight.

Since then, the name of the Golden Knight has not been inherited. Even though it is like a legend in the eyes of many newcomers, for those who fought alongside him, the memory of the brilliant gold is still fresh.

"I heard that someone recently re-inherited the title of Golden Knight. I thought it was just a rumor, but I didn't expect it to be true." Sha Zhen bowed slowly to the person in front of him, his eyes a little moist.

"Shazhen and Balida, the Wizards of the Ring, it's a pleasure to meet you."

With a flash of golden light, the golden armor quickly disappeared, and the man in the armor also showed his prototype.

The jet black leather boots and battle clothes fit tightly against the body, and the pure white windbreaker moved with the wind, embellished with soft leather armor.

Her long flowing hair was tied back, and her calm and expressionless face loomed under her bangs, revealing something extraordinary.

He also lowered his head slightly in respect: "I am Ling Moya. I will be hunting Hora in this city for the time being. Please take care of me."

“It’s not about caring, let’s work hard together＾0＾~”

"Welcome to your arrival, let us shine." The two of them looked at each other and said at the same time. This operation made him a little uncomfortable, so he scratched his head.

Then he looked at the black blood on the ground, raised his hand, and said to the dragon-shaped ring: "Galilu, can you feel the presence of those two guys?"

In the end, the guy didn't answer but chose to stay silent. Ling Moya couldn't stand its bad habits, so he raised his hand and gave it a brain-destroying blow.

"What are you doing? It hurts. Have you washed your hands?" The skeleton-like dragon ring was awakened and glared at him and shouted angrily.

"I'm sorry! I didn't mean to hit you, but you should show me!" Ling Moya apologized.

"Yes, it's all thanks to you. The smell of their blood makes my scalp numb. But fortunately there are no humans nearby. If someone is contaminated with the blood of Hora, it will be much more uncomfortable than simply being eaten.

You have to pick the Fruit of the Ring."

Galilu was very happy when he heard what he said, but in order to punish him, he deliberately made a good comment.

"I'm not asking you to express your feelings. I'm asking if you can find the escaped Hora. Hurry up." Ling Moya knew as soon as he heard that he was getting an advantage and behaved again, so he urged.

In fact, he was afraid that Hora would run away, which would make it difficult to catch it next time. After all, they didn't play according to the routine.

Galileo's ruby ​​eyes flashed, he tilted his head as much as possible, felt it, and said with determination: "Look! If you are anxious, none of them can run away, they are right over there. But the radiating power

The smell is a bit far away, but the smell is enough to find them."

Ling Moya nodded when he heard this.

Then he looked at Balida and Shazhen and asked, "Do you want to go together?"

Balida and Shazhen did not refuse. This was originally the scope of their work, but someone had to deal with the messed up scene. After all, there was no way to ensure that no one passed by before the rescuers from the Bannu Institute arrived.

"It's important to seal the monster, so you go first, and we'll arrive later." After greeting Sha Zhen, he immediately opened the black box he carried with him and began to deal with the aftermath.

Paris Darze ran back to the alley and carefully picked up the half-meter-high clock model. But apart from the features of the dial and clock, it looked like a Western coffin with a design of 115 chapters.

He carefully put it on his back, his gentle eyes like looking at a family heirloom.

Ling Moya glanced at Parisa, turned around without saying anything, and jumped onto the roof of one side of the building. After scanning the surroundings, he started running on the roof, just like running on the flat ground.

"It seems that he is running on it every day! He walks as if he is walking on flat ground. Thunder Gaba, 666, if it had been me! I would have jumped down long ago." Balida looked at him and said with envy.

"I told you not to practice more. Now that you know you regret it, why did you do it earlier? Stop looking at it and come over and help." Sha Zhen, who was doing something, urged.

"Hey! I can't even praise those who are better than me."

Balida sighed and walked over with his things on his back. Seeing that Sha Zhen had already prepared all the things, he hurriedly put them together with him.

Together, the two of them used fresh hexagonal leaves and dead branches to form a five-pointed star on the ground. Then they took out the magic pen they carried with them and clicked on the left and right sides. The five-pointed star instantly emits a beautiful multicolored glow, lighting up the surroundings.

All illuminated.
Chapter completed!