Having a powerful lord as a father figure, what's wrong with just wanting to draw cards?

"Can we find that ballista?"

Domi shook his head helplessly: "It's not a ballista, it's a giant, a giant archer wielding a huge bow and huge crossbow bolts. It's a hundred and eight thousand miles away from us, I can't hit it at all."

A flicker of despair crossed Justin's eyes.

With just one crossbow bolt, all the members on the second floor would have to retreat to the first floor to help take out the enemy soldiers who had crawled into the hole. If another bolt were fired, creating another hole, they would be doomed.

"A death omen, what do you think... we can do?"

"The long night has only just begun. We probably can't hold this place any longer. My suggestion is to break out and run away. With our strength, that shouldn't be a problem."

Seeing Justin's hesitant expression, Domi asked in surprise, "You don't feel guilty for not being able to get everyone through safely, do you? That's so unlike you."

In Domi's view, Justin is nothing but a saint.

“No,” Justin shook his head, “their lives or deaths are none of my concern. I’m just unhappy with my leadership.”

"If I had planned ahead and taken all possible factors into account, perhaps things wouldn't have been so bad."

Domi laughed after hearing this: "There's no such person. You're not a god, so try to think more positively."

Justin didn't dwell on his defeat for long. He immediately changed his approach and said to Domi before going downstairs:

"Once the second crossbow bolt comes in, we'll prepare to break out. Remember to remind your companions."

"Well, I will."

They arrived at the main hall one after the other. Justin stopped giving orders and rushed directly to the vicinity of the hole to clear out the soldiers who had already crawled in.

Domi then went to the back of the main hall, where Tori was asleep. Forty-Seven and Afu were both assassin-type players, so they stayed there to protect him.

Upon seeing Domi return, Forty-Seven immediately went up to him and asked about Domi's plans for the future.

He then summoned two of the three heroes of Black Night Manor: Shield Guy and Swordsman Guy.

“We can’t hold this place anymore. We’ll have to break out by force later. Let the two of them carry the toy away. I’ll clear the way, and you guys will be in charge of the flanks.”

Forty-seven, as if facing a formidable enemy, nodded earnestly and said, "I understand."

After that, Domi found Albert, who was constantly casting spells, and told him about the escape plan in advance, hoping that everyone in the long-range turrets could leave safely. Albert expressed his gratitude for this.

Their respective struggles are still proceeding in an orderly manner, but at this moment it is like the calm before the storm.

About two minutes later, the familiar sound of something cutting through the air came from the same direction. Domi's ears twitched, and for a moment, even his heart skipped a beat.

boom!

Bricks and stones flew everywhere, and a crossbow bolt larger than a person was stuck not far away, leaving another gruesome hole in the palace wall.

"With this power, what's the point of having battering rams and catapults?" Domi thought to himself.

While everyone else was still shaken, Justin, who was near the pit, was the first to rush out of the palace and fight with the Xisha soldiers outside, tearing a crack open with his bare hands.

Domi and the others worked together to place the dead-pig-like Tuo'er on the tower shield of the tower shield, and then the two strong men carried him away like a stretcher.

"Let's go, we'll follow Justin!"

They were the second group to rush out of the palace. When Harun and the priest saw this, their eyes flashed and they followed.

Without the help of some of the strongest individuals, the few small fry in the palace were no match for the Xisha soldiers' onslaught and quickly lost their entire position.

The panicked adventurers either died or managed to escape and followed the main force.

Justin glanced behind him during the massacre; at least Domi and the others had followed.

"Consider this act of clearing the way as the price I pay for my inadequacy."

Domi wasn't idle either. He condensed two long, spirit-devouring energy swords, giving Susanoo one in each hand. With a few sweeps, he cleared the fan-shaped area in front of him.

In this way, the three of them, plus the sleeping burden, did not travel much slower than Justin.

Harun and the priest, who were further back, were naturally capable of clearing out the sea of ​​soldiers in the Xisha Islands. The long-range turrets that followed in time benefited from their efforts and stayed close behind the second echelon.

But the third group, the last to barely escape the palace, were not so lucky.

They were surrounded by humanoid beasts who wanted to skin them alive. The key issue was that no one wanted to help others clear the way; everyone was focused on escaping. As a result, their numbers were constantly decreasing, and people were constantly falling on the road forever.

The saying goes, "If a person doesn't look out for themselves, they'll be punished by heaven and earth." Everyone takes selfishness to an extreme.

As I said before, the lives of the other adventurers are none of Domi's business; all they care about is getting out alive.

Just when Justin thought that if he persisted a little longer, he would be able to break through successfully, the sandy ground ahead suddenly stopped blocking his way, and he couldn't help but stop in his tracks.

Looking around, he realized that it wasn't that he had successfully broken through, but rather that the Xisha soldiers had consciously and systematically cleared out a space.

To their left, front, and right, neatly arranged phalanxes of knights stood ready, their spears pointed directly at them.

As they stopped, Domi, who had been following closely behind Justin, caught up with him and saw the same scene.

“There’s someone with a sound mind directing them…” Justin said coldly, “From now on, it’s all up to their individual abilities.”

"Take care of yourself……"

Domi had the same expectation.

With a neighing of a warhorse, countless iron hooves trampled the earth, creating a deafening roar.

Faced with the bulldozing charge of the knights, Justin did not retreat but advanced, using the strength of his legs to leap over the entire knight formation and continue to break out in one direction.

Domi and his group have a lot of members, but they can't learn this kind of thing.

But he knows a lot of magic.

He placed his hands on the yellow sand, and the tattoo in front of his heart emitted a faint light, from which earth magic flowed into his hands.

Sharp earthen spikes pierced upwards, creating an effect similar to barricades.

These cavalrymen, on the verge of collapse, were unable to break through the barricades directly. Instead, the barricades impaled themselves on their bodies. They wouldn't die immediately, but they were also unable to move. They could only watch Domi and his men walk past them, letting out unwilling roars.

However, things are far from that simple. Since that intelligent mummy from Xisha was able to organize such an army, it's impossible that he only organized such a small one.

After Domi takes down one, there are many more, and they keep coming back to reinforce, as if they can never be killed off.

"Damn it, did the Sun King bury his entire army under the sand back then?!"

Even someone with a good temper like Domi couldn't help but start cursing.

To be fair, the relentless cavalry charges really made things difficult for them. Several times they almost got separated from each other, and Todd even nearly fell off.

If it weren't for Domi going all out and carving a bloody path through, the rest of them would have been completely surrounded.

However, this comes at a cost: rapid depletion of physical strength.

Forty-Seven and Afu were exhausted, only Domi could hold on for a little longer.

Although the two warriors from Black Night Manor felt no pain, they were stabbed many times by the surrounding Xisha soldiers, and their figures became illusory.

With a final pop, it turned into dust like bone powder and disappeared.

Without the person carrying the load, the person on the load naturally falls off as well.

Misfortunes never come singly. Just when they were at their wits' end, no one could take Tuo'er with them. Just carrying this guy would take a toll on the backs of Forty-Seven and Afu.

Ta-da! ...

At that moment, the rapid sound of horses' hooves, like the death knell of Grim Reaper, resounded in our ears once more.

All three were startled. In the distance, another phalanx of knights was rushing toward them.

Behind them, Harlan and the priest managed to escape on their own, but the others, like Domi's team, found themselves in trouble.

Some of them didn't even have earth magic, so they couldn't even stop the knights, and were routed after being charged once.

Domi saw countless adventurers being impaled into the sky by knights' lances, like skewers at a barbecue stand, suffering a miserable fate like witches being burned at the stake in the Middle Ages.

Wailing cries filled the air, and blood splattered everywhere.

In a daze, he seemed to see Forty-Seven, Afu, and Toll, just like them, with countless spears piercing their bodies, finally falling here like rags.

If you die, then you're truly dead.

No! He wouldn't allow such a thing to happen in front of him!

So he forced himself to stand in front of the three of them again, his back to them, and said:

"Get out of here! Run as far as you can! I'll hold off the knights for you!"

Chapter 142, page 141: The Sun King

Domi was intently watching the charging cavalry when he suddenly felt someone tugging at his clothes. Forty-Seven's firm voice came from behind and gradually approached his side:

"Young Master, if we encounter a deadly situation, I should cover your escape."

Even after shedding the robes of Beiluoshimen, Forty-Seven never forgot his mission and identity.

Domi feigned sarcasm, saying, "You can barely stand, how many seconds can you cover for me?"

"Members of the Beiluoshimen sect practice a life-risking secret technique. As long as I use it, I am confident that I can lead the young master out of the encirclement."

"Young Master, since you die in this secret realm, you are truly dead. Please leave alive."

Forty-Seven's smile was filled with bitterness and reluctance, yet it was also so firm and resolute. It was the first time Domi had ever seen this girl smile at him, and he never expected it to be under such circumstances.

Upon hearing this, Domi confidently replied:

"None of us will die. You and Afu can run away with Toer. It will be easier to escape if I'm the only one left. Trust me."

"Captain..." Afu didn't expect that the team would be in danger again because of her incompetence. She was like a jinx, bringing trouble wherever she went.

Forty-Seven desperately wanted to believe in Domi, to believe that he would eventually escape, but faced with the threat to her life, she couldn't rest easy.

This is already a contradiction between trust and responsibility.

Seeing Forty-Seven's hesitant expression, Domi naturally knew what she was struggling with. Then, several silent puppet strings emerged from her fingertips, completely gathering the overflowing spirit-devouring energy and ensuring that it would not harm Forty-Seven before taking control of her entire body.

If you remove the magic-suppressing part from a magic-suppressing puppet, it becomes a simple puppet.

Forty-seven was unwilling to leave, so he forcibly forced her to leave.

Despite Forty-Seven's best efforts to resist, she was no match for Afu. Reluctantly, she and Afu once again carried Tuo'er on either side and continued running in the original direction.

The toddler doesn't seem so heavy anymore.

Perhaps only Forty-Seven knew that Domi actually used the lifting lines to share some of the weight.