Sak'el's sudden appearance broke the situation on the court and caught everyone off guard.

The assassins frowned deeply, and the assassins looked uncertainly, but Yoder remained silent in response.

But for Thales, this was the biggest surprise he encountered today.

"Sak'el, uh, sir," Thales endured the bursts of blood and smell coming from Sak'el's body, not caring about the other person's current state: "Do you understand the situation we are facing now? They

yes……"

"ah."

Sak'el snorted softly, shook his head, and shifted his attention from his painful left hand to the person in front of him.

"Shield of Shadow," the Punishment Knight said every word in a gloomy tone:

"It's really unforgettable."

The moment Sak'el shook his head, his forehead spread to both sides, and the driller finally saw clearly the mark on the other man's forehead.

At that moment, Dongzi's expression became extremely ugly.

He suddenly realized who this person was.

"Oops."

The assassin leader murmured, gesturing for his subordinates to retreat slowly, and even Yodel was restrained by their chains.

Thinking of the other party's past identity and reputation, the driller became more and more nervous and vigilant.

What bad luck.

He glanced at Thales secretly.

In contrast, Thales was in high spirits and rejoiced at the good luck at this moment: "Then you..."

But Sak'el then shook violently!

As if he was being tortured, he lowered his head suddenly, covered his face with a painful expression, and trembled all over.

"Ah, that's enough!"

I saw Sak'el looking ferociously at an empty corner beside him, and said in a bad tone: "I know what to do!"

Thales was startled.

The punishment knight panted rapidly and looked at the corner with seriousness.

It's like there's really someone there.

Talking to him.

"I will try... to be careful and cherish my limited time out of prison... I'm so damn hungry." Veins loomed on the back of Sak'el's hand covering his forehead. He gritted his teeth and communicated with people who didn't exist.

Looking at Sak'el, who suddenly behaved abnormally, Thales' heart sank, and he subconsciously took a small step away, but then stopped.

No.

He cannot retreat.

Yodel is still in danger.

Thales looked at Yoder in the distance again. He still held the Supreme Sword in his hand, struggling with all his limbs, and never surrendered.

The strange thing is that he shook his head imperceptibly towards Thales.

On the other side, the driller was observing all this with his eyebrows trembling, thoughtfully.

"Are you okay? Another world?"

Thales took a deep breath and tentatively asked the long-faced man next to him.

Sak'el took a few deep breaths, his face turned from green to red, and returned to normal.

"It's okay," the punishment knight closed his eyes tightly, pushed his forehead hard with the palm of his hand, and twitched heavily every time he said a word:

"Just like in the past training, when you were trying to resist Tony's attack, the hateful instructor was still yelling in your ear, as if you weren't busy enough..."

Not in the way?

Thales glanced at him worriedly and suppressed the words in his heart.

His state...

Is it possible?

But he glanced at Yoder again, trying to shake off the hesitation and fear.

He has no choice.

"Well, can you..."

Thales entered the hell sense again, trying to find flaws in the opponent's formation.

The prince looked at Yodel steadily:

"save him?"

Sak'el's breathing gradually stabilized. He opened his eyes and looked forward with fatigue and wounds all over his body.

His eyes passed over the assassins and the captured Yoder.

"Killing is easy. But saving people? This is another matter." The punishment knight seemed to have just recovered from his unconscious state, and his words were breathless.

Thales' eyes darkened.

The driller took out the awl and dagger in his hand again, his eyes flashed, and he didn't know what he was thinking.

"And there are a lot of them, boy." Sak'el frowned.

He looked down at Thales and said coldly:

"Once a fight breaks out, I can't protect you."

Yodel in the chain trembled suddenly and shook his head resolutely.

Thales was startled for a moment, then smiled.

"Don't worry about me, Mr. Sackel," Thales said with firm eyes and raised his weapon towards the assassins, "You just need to save him."

"I can protect myself."

At that moment, he suddenly felt that the sword in his hand was no longer so heavy.

Sacher narrowed his eyes slightly.

"Your Highness!"

The driller on the other side suddenly spoke loudly:

"Are you sure this is a good idea?"

He showed a gentle smile again: "I believe we can negotiate a solution."

Thales snorted lightly.

"Aren't we negotiating?" the prince took a step back, threw away Ricky's sword, drew up the iron body posture, and said coldly:

"Use your sword, not your mouth."

Zhuozi's face darkened.

Sak'el was silent, looked at Thales, and then at Yoder.

"How important is he to you?"

The punishment knight asked calmly: "Is it worth losing your life?"

Thales raised his lips.

"Sacher."

"How important are your guard brothers to you?" the prince smiled.

Sacher was silent for a moment.

The mark on his face trembled slightly in the dim firelight.

"Don't die," the punishment knight looked at the enemy in front of him, coldly bit the dagger in his left hand again in his mouth, and said vaguely:

"Your Highness, whose name is unknown."

At that moment, Douzi’s expression changed drastically!

As soon as he said the word "no", Sak'el's figure flashed forward and approached him!

Amidst the fierce wind, he walked towards the four people restraining Yoder!

Sak'el, who was covered in weapons, was not very fast, but his momentum and agility at that moment should not be underestimated.

The Shadow Assassins, who had been prepared in advance, reacted very quickly. Four or five figures immediately jumped out of the darkness and intercepted the long-faced man.

At that moment, Thales clearly saw in the hell sense that Sak'el's body was emitting scattered orange-red light.

Compared to the surging power of Alaka, Sonia and Nicolai that was connected and covered their whole bodies, the man's finishing power in front of him actually seemed intermittent, with things scattered, like stingy rain in the desert, a little here, a little there.
To be continued...