Terrified

  Nicholas's eyes swept around, and his gaze became more resolute and sorrowful. He then pulled out two magical scrolls from his bosom and shook them slightly, saying in a low voice: "These are two Holy Light Shield magical scrolls. I'm sure everyone present understands that this kind of Holy Light Shield is blessed by divine power, and its defensive capabilities, although not the best in the world, can be considered top-notch. As long as we have this Holy Light Shield, even if we were to jump down from here directly, I think there wouldn't be any problem. However, the issue now is... there are only two Holy Light Shield magical scrolls. Even for me, it's impossible to use them to create a Holy Light Shield. In other words, among us, except for two people, everyone else will have to stay behind and rely on their own abilities to survive. If we're lucky, maybe we can make it out alive, but if our luck is bad..."

  Nicholas stopped talking at this point, but the implication was clear to everyone. Those who were unlucky would naturally be sacrificed, and that's what they called choice.

  For a moment, under the faint illumination of the holy light, everyone's face turned somewhat strange. However, very quickly, the remaining four Temple Knights grasped their knight swords tightly and stepped to the edge of the range that the holy light could protect. The aura of light on them blazed fiercely, yet they were full of battle intent.

  These four Knights Templar also had a clear understanding of themselves, they knew that the two people who could survive would naturally continue to complete this task, but with their strength, even if they escaped by luck, they basically had no chance of winning when facing Orudas, so they simply gave up on this opportunity to survive.

  The remaining four people looked at each other, and the atmosphere became even more silent.

  After a moment, Du Fan suddenly smiled and said: "Judging from the current situation, I am the person with the least chance of survival, so you don't need to consider me for this selection, Nicholas. However, between Alfred and Miss Tasia, you do need to think carefully."

  Nicholas glanced at Du Fan and suddenly said, "Du Fan young master, you don't have to belittle yourself. You should know that my first choice is not someone else, but you..."

  Du Fan slightly furrowed his brow, although he had obtained this 100% chance of survival, which was beyond his own expectations. However, he always felt that there was something not quite right about it. After considering for a moment, he still couldn't figure out what was wrong and could only let out a low sigh, saying: "Why?"

  Nicholas shook his head slightly and said, "The first person I chose was considering myself, but although I am a divine technique master, the divine power in my body at this moment is not very effective in this place. Alfred, on the other hand, has exceptional skills, but he only has one trick up his sleeve. Even if he's extremely powerful, facing Orudas would still be a losing battle. So, I'm putting my last hope in you, Dufan...I think with your abilities, even if you can't defeat Orudas, you can at least make him pay the price."

  Du Fan let out a soft sigh and didn't speak.

  Nicholas looked at Tasia again and said, "As for Miss Tasia, I know that on this journey, you have been conserving your strength and hardly used any magic. Among the three of us, there is no doubt that you are the strongest one right now. I hope you will agree with me, from now on, no matter what happens, please listen to Du Fan's arrangements and take good care of him. If it were just the two of you, perhaps there would still be a chance to complete our mission this time."

  "In the end, Nicholas suddenly smiled lightly again, that smile more charming than a woman's, followed by a hint of melancholy: 'If I can still live afterwards and find out that you two haven't completed your mission, I will definitely not let you off.'"

  No sooner had he finished speaking than Nicholas's hands suddenly shook, and two holy light shield magic scrolls wrapped around Dufan and Tasia. The speed was so fast that the two didn't even have a chance to resist.

  Right after that, Alfred suddenly waved his hand and the purest Holy Light burst out from his palm, blowing Du Fan and Tasia away on the spot. The two Holy Light shields fell among the swarms of undead creatures, and a wave of mournful cries immediately came from all around.

  Du Fan only felt himself rapidly falling, the surrounding undead creatures quickly leaving. From his direction looking over, he could vaguely see that in the place just now, under a holy light, Nicholas seemed to still be smiling lightly.

  Du Fan's heart felt a pang, although he had long been prepared to use these sacred court people as cannon fodder, but he never thought that this cannon fodder would still do such things. Even if Du Fan admitted that he was despicable and shameless to the extreme, when faced with such things, wanting to say that he wasn't moved was also fake.

  He couldn't help but want to make some movement, but just as he slightly moved, he found that his body had long been frozen in this holy light shield. No matter how hard he tried, he couldn't even move a bit. He slightly turned his head to look at Tasia beside him, who didn't have any movement, but the expression on her face was cold enough to almost freeze into ice.

  It was as if time did not exist, with only the eternal light shining in the cave, without the changing cycles of day and night, sun, moon and stars.

  Several small crawling creatures emerged from somewhere, under the light, they slightly curled up their bodies, and then burrowed into the rotten and smelly mud again.

  This light turn, as if it has added a few more unusual flavors to this ancient city.

  This strange smell seemed to disturb someone's sleep, and a figure crawling on the ground suddenly moved slowly. Several insects that were originally lying on him to cool off were startled by this sudden movement and quickly jumped away, disappearing into the distance.

  Du Fan lay on the ground, he only felt his hands and feet were cold, his head was dizzy, for a moment, he couldn't remember where he was. But after a while, the scene before flashed into his mind.

  Those wandering spirits, the magical scrolls emitting holy light, and Nicholas's enchanting smile, as charming as a woman's, instantly cleared his mind.

  Although his body was still aching all over, he struggled to lift his head and looked up. From where he was, although he couldn't see the walls of the huge cave clearly, he could also tell that the wraiths that had been swarming like locusts earlier had disappeared.

  This means that the battle that had been going on for who-knows-how-long should also be over by now. So, how many of those guys are still alive?

  Alfred, Ferry, Nicholas, and countless familiar faces floated in Dufan's mind. He hesitated for a moment, wondering if it was worth sacrificing so many people for his own purpose.

  Nothing else, but what Nicholas did in the end left Dufan stunned. In his two lifetimes, he had always thought that he had seen through all human nature and could confidently face any character, seeing through their thoughts. But he never expected that Nicholas would give him a chance to live in the last moment.

  He thought for half a day, but the more he thought about it, the more he couldn't understand. The person he had always believed in was not destroyed by heaven and earth, could it be that this was all just an illusion? Or was there really such a saint in this world who was willing to make sacrifices for others?

  The more Du Fan thought about it, the more he couldn't understand. Finally, he let out a soft sigh and slowly lowered his head.

  But just as he lowered his head, he suddenly jumped in fright. A cold and beautiful face was staring right at him, the owner of that face had a gaze that seemed to be devouring him, staring at him intensely.

  Du Fan was startled and almost cried out, but suddenly he found that his hand felt a little off.

  What's in your hand is so warm and soft?

  Du Fan subconsciously grabbed another handful, and his heart skipped a beat again: So big, so comfortable!

  As he thought about it, Du Fan's heart surged with a few more strange feelings, his heartbeat suddenly accelerated by several beats, and his hand also used a bit more force along with the heartbeat. This time, however, he couldn't help but sigh in admiration: Good...good elasticity...

  But as he grabbed them, Du Fan found that the face in front of him was getting colder and colder. Suddenly, he seemed to remember something, and his expression froze suddenly.

  "What are you doing?!" Tasia's voice was as cold as ice, paired with her icy expression, it made people feel chilled to the bone.

  "I... I didn't... I just... it was an accident... everything was an accident." Du Fan frantically explained, but he himself didn't know whether it was intentional or not. His hands somehow managed to grab a few more times, and the plump feeling made his whole body tremble. His lower body immediately reacted, and a delicate little tent was set up at the fastest speed.

  It's also unclear why, but after Du Fan and Ta Si Ya fell from above this time, Du Fan happened to be pressed on top of Ta Si Ya's body, with almost no gap between the two.

  So as soon as Du Fan set up this tent, the top of the tent was instantly pressed against Tasia's place.