Longxiao City, the junction of Armor District and Shield District.

There were loud roars and faint vibrations coming from the direction of the shield area.

"We should evacuate along with those residents."

A sassy female swordsman with black hair, light armor, and thick black gloves stood on a rooftop, frowning and staring at the tall figure in front of her: "It's not our duty to meddle in other people's business, it's just asking for trouble.

It’s not in line with our principles.”

But that figure was looking at the mid-air in the shield area in the distance, taking in the crazy and unusual blood-red giant monster.

"Is this why Raphael asked us to leave?" Cohen pursed his lips with a worried expression and kept raising his eyebrows: "Is this what the secret department is going to do?"

"Did you hear what the residents said - that's the legendary hydra Kilika."

Cohen clenched his fists tightly, and hesitation flashed in his eyes: "It's those disasters, it's the magic masters - those legends that we can only see in family records and files."

Raphael…

Cohen looked at the shield area that was almost in ruins, and his breathing quickened.

Did you do this?

Is this your plan?

Miranda frowned and looked at her counterpart with a complicated expression.

"It's not without reason that the order officers evacuated the surrounding area."

"This is not something you should worry about."

"Longxiao City definitely knows how to deal with disasters," Miranda watched as the hydra shook off a giant tentacle in the distance again, sighed and shook her head: "And, no matter what Raphael did or wanted to do,

It’s not something we can interfere with.”

Cohen was still staring at the hydra, his golden hair covered with snowflakes, but he didn't notice it at all.

"That's the Shield. That's where Big Belt lives - we sat in his cabin before."

"The man who fought the orcs in Glacier Watch, remember?"

Listening to the sounds of destruction, Cohen's eyes were filled with sadness: "He and his daughter."

Miranda did not speak, but lowered her eyelids slightly.

After a long while, she said silently: "There is nothing we can do."

Cohen was silent.

In the distance, as the movement of the multi-headed snake Kilika intensified, an increasingly violent vibration was heard.

"You know what's the most ironic thing?"

A few seconds later, Cohen said expressionlessly to Miranda behind him: "On the day when we - you, me, and Raphael became 'seeds', Master Shao said to the eight of us on the Knight Colossus.

If you pass..."

Hearing this, Miranda unconsciously held up the hilt of her sword.

"The mission of the Tower of Ending is to preserve the last, purest, and most transcendent fire for mankind," Cohen continued calmly against the background of the hydra raging in the distance: "Inherit the power of the end, and inherit the spirit and spirit of our ancestors.

mission."

Mixed emotions flashed through Cohen's eyes.

"Always alert, always prepared."

"When they come back, the swords of the end will be unsheathed again."

Miranda raised her head, looked at the terrifying figure of the hydra, and gritted her teeth gently.

"Regardless of race, country, or order, we will resume the mission that belonged to our predecessors and recreate the glory of the 'Disaster Hunters' alone."

"In the darkest days, on the battlefield like hell, in the last moments of mankind, we will carry swords and hope, go against the crowd, regard death as home, and move forward indomitably."

"Towards those almost invincible disasters."

"This is the original and final mission of the Tower of the End."

"Raphael, as a seed of high hopes," said Cohen, sighed: "But it will lead to disaster..."

"Stop your meaningless and unfounded speculations," Miranda interrupted him coldly: "We have no idea what Raphael and the Secret Division did - maybe the Secret Division has a more important political purpose.

, maybe if they don’t do this, the hydra will appear in Yongxing City instead of Longxiao City.”

Cohen gave a rare sneer.

"Politics?" The blond vigilance officer shook his head in disappointment:

"The Tower of the End inherits skills to protect mankind, and it is based on transcendent politics. This is also its most valuable place - no matter how bad the relationship between the Tower of the End and the Kingdom of Stars is, it has never rejected students from the stars.

"

"But we use these treasures shared by mankind and passed down for thousands of years as the basis for killing each other." Cohen lowered his head and said in a low voice: "Swordsmen are proud to be from the Tower of the End, but for more than six hundred years,

, how many Terminator Swordsmen really died at the hands of disaster, on the way to guard humanity? How many died due to the swordsmanship and Terminator power that were also inherited from the tower?"

Miranda's expression remained unchanged, but her voice was somewhat ethereal: "Not every student can escape the shackles of politics."

"Not every student has the same ideals and goals as the Terminator Tower."

"But...Raphael?" Cohen sighed heavily: "With his status - compared to us, he should be the most detached person from these things, right?"

Miranda looked at his back quietly.

After a few seconds, the female swordsman put down her deep expression and laughed softly.

"Cohen," Miranda looked at Cohen who turned around in shock, and raised the corners of her mouth: "Has anyone ever told you..."

"Perhaps you are not suitable to be a lord, or even a noble?" The female swordsman gave an intriguing smile and asked meaningfully: "Ideal and kind--the heir to the Earl of Wallaland."

When Cohen heard this, he paused for a moment and looked at Miranda blankly.

He tilted his head and stared at the roof at his feet.

Loneliness and loneliness flashed in his eyes.

This time, Cohen remained silent longer than ever.

Finally, the warning officer's voice sounded vaguely.

"Ah, I know."

"From the first day I became sensible."

"I knew it," Cohen's voice was calm, but it made Miranda feel depressed for no reason: "I can't be a good lord."

"No way."

Miranda said nothing.

At this moment, the two of them raised their heads as if aware.

The next second, the two swordsmen jumped off the roof at the same time and hid behind the wall quickly and dexterously.

A minute later, two figures passed by the streets that had been evacuated.

One of the weird footsteps was lighter, almost touching the ground, while the other was more normal, with a steady pace.

As far as movement is concerned - Miranda, hiding in the dark, thought: They all seem to be pretty good players.

But both of them seemed to be injured and their bodies were unstable.

"I think we should go into the shield area to find someone...even if that thing is there," one of them said in a young and impatient voice, as if he was not satisfied with the companions around him: "I said, you can't say anything

Then...oh, okay, I remember...you can't give me any reaction - God, don't make those gestures that I can't understand!"

etc.

Miranda saw the figures of the two people clearly, and her pupils froze.

The next second, Cohen watched in surprise as Miranda stood up, left the hiding place, and stopped the two people passing by!

The two uninvited guests stopped cautiously and adjusted their postures to an angle that was easier for them to take action.

But their hostility was soon broken.

"Who are you……"

"At that time, by Lady Sutherre's side..."

Thales's attendant, Wyatt Castle, held his sword and looked at the female swordsman, his eyes wide open in surprise: "Miss Miranda of Broken Dragon Fortress!"

"Why are you here!" Wyatt asked in shock.

"It's a long story... What about you?" Miranda frowned: "What are you looking for? Is it related to that disaster?"

"This..." Huaiya was stunned for a moment, then tilted his head hesitantly.

The other party is a noble of the Arlend family, and even the heir to the Duke of the North who once tried to seize the throne.

The disappearance of the prince...

But the next moment, Huaiya frowned slightly, and he saw Miranda on the opposite side also had a wrong expression.
To be continued...