Death: This Death is not serious

"Lord Harribel, Oswell is catching up!"

Accompanied by a shout, the face of the Lion-shaped Great Hollow Francesca Mira Rossi, which was originally a little ferocious, was now full of anxiety and uneasiness.

She looked back nervously and warned Harribel beside her.

Hearing this, Harribel did not show much surprise or panic.

However, the grandson of the snake-shaped Great Hollow standing aside could not help but blame himself:

"It is us who dragged down Lord Harribel. Otherwise, with Lord Harribel's strength as a Vastold-class Great Hollow, how could he be caught up so easily by those guys..."

Before she finished speaking, Harribel cast a stern look, as if warning her grandson not to continue talking.

The grandson reacted instantly, lowered his head with a flushed face, and sighed in his heart:

"Alas, Lady Harribel is like this. Although she is usually taciturn, she is actually a gentle person. Even if we give up, she will not give up on us."

Harribel shook her head gently and did not blame her grandson.

She turned and looked at the skyline filled with dust and smoke in the distance, and saw a group of large hollows sweeping towards them like a surging tide.

Through visual observation, she keenly noticed that the distance between the two sides was shortening at an alarming rate.

Faced with such an urgent situation, Harribel's brain worked rapidly.

Oswell is one of the most capable subordinates of the King of Hueco Mundo, Bylergan, and a rare Vastod-level large hollow, whose strength is comparable to hers.

If she is alone, facing Oswell and the Achucas troops led by him, there is still a chance to escape.

But now Apache, Mira Ross and Sunsun who followed her were all Achucas.

No, they would be caught up soon!

If they continued like this, being caught up was inevitable, and it would be a big battle, and the number of people on the side of the Palace of Night was large.

The three of them would definitely be in danger of death if they participated in the battle, and they might even lose their lives here.

Haribel slowly lowered her head, her eyes quickly swept across the huge sword in her hand like a hawk, as if she wanted to see the power and destiny hidden in the sword through the blade.

The pair of originally sharp eyes became more determined at this moment, like a flame burning with unyielding fighting spirit.

Recalling the past, she suffered endless resentment and hunting just because she refused Bylergan's request for her to become his subordinate.

This series of events, in the final analysis, was caused by herself, but Sunsun and the others were innocent victims.

"Sunsun, take everyone away first!"

Haribel gritted her teeth, her voice low but full of determination.

She clenched her fists tightly, then turned around abruptly, raised the sword in her hand, and prepared to face the coming storm.

"You go to the Forest of Death. If I fail to meet you in three days, there is no need to wait any longer."

Her words were sonorous and powerful, revealing a determination to face death.

At present, the only thing to do is to buy enough time to ensure that they can hide safely in a safe place.

With their own strength, there is still a glimmer of hope to break out of the heavy encirclement of Oswell's troops.

In this way, the chances of everyone's survival can be greatly increased!

I saw that on the sword in Harribel's hand, a group of dazzling golden spiritual pressure was constantly gathering and gradually forming a spherical spiritual pressure group.

In the blink of an eye, this group of golden light rushed towards the distance like a beam of light that broke through the sky!

Accompanied by a deafening roar——

"Boom boom!"

The light cannon transformed from this beam of light was like a falling meteor, smashing down fiercely on the left side of the virtual group.

In an instant, a shocking explosion suddenly sounded, and a powerful shock wave raged wildly around the point where the light cannon landed.

Not far away, Oswell was also slightly tilted by this sudden force, and the flying white sand fell like raindrops, making a crisp and pleasant rustling sound.

"That woman, Harribel, dared to hold back at this time, is she looking down on us?"

Oswell wore a white mask like a dragon and a hard bone armor, like an ancient knight from the Western Middle Ages, holding a giant lance several meters long in his hand.

He wiped off the dust on his forehead, and the black cloak behind him, like two wings, fluttered and danced wildly under the impact of the air waves raised by the golden flash.

Although he was harsh in his words, Oswell still had some admiration for Harribel in his heart.

This woman was not only extremely powerful, but also never relied on her own strength.The big ones bully the weak ones.

Even when facing an enemy who intends to put her to death, she will never kill easily unless it is absolutely necessary.

In Oswell's view, Harribel is a knight.

However, as a knight of His Majesty Bylergan, Oswell must obey the orders of the monarch, and will never be merciful even if he admires him.

"Pegasus, speed up, we are about to catch up!"

Oswell patted the huge horse-shaped Achukas under him, turned his head and said to the many Achukas behind him,

"Pegasus and I will entangle her first, and you will catch up later!"

"Yes." The hollows nodded.

Upon hearing this, the horse-shaped large hollow Pegasus exerted force on his feet, and the sky-blue spiritual pressure light wrapped around his four hooves, and the figure carrying Oswell disappeared in front of everyone in an instant.

Glancing at the three of them going away, Harribel calmed down a little, but when she looked back at Oswell and Pegasus, whose figures kept flashing and approaching, she couldn't help but frown.

This most loyal knight under Bylergan was powerful, and there was a group of Achucas following him. It was probably going to be a fierce battle.

Strangely enough, Bylergan had sent people to hunt them down before, but most of them were small fights.

But in the past ten years, there have been more and more hunting teams, and the targets were not only the four of them, but also some wild Achucas were captured.

In a flash, Oswell and Pegasus appeared in the air.

Clang!

The sharp sword and the long sword collided suddenly, the brilliant sword light was as bright as the Milky Way, and a magnificent wind burst out.

Oswell turned his head to look behind Harribel and chuckled:

"Let them escape first again. I recognize your spirit of sacrifice, but do you really think they can escape?"

"If I'm not mistaken, their destination should be the Forest of Death. You have been there for a long time!"

Harribel's pupils shrank slightly, "Your target is me!"

"Recently, many troops going to the world have disappeared. Lord Sal Apollo is very angry because of the lack of experimental materials, so..."

Oswell used honorifics to address the chief researcher of the Night Palace, which is a respect for the strong.

"So you sent the captured Yachukas to his experimental table in recent years!?"

Harribel's words were full of shock and anger.