The disaster seemed to have finally come to an end, but it was not a happy ending; rather, it was a terrible one.
Although Lorenzo was blocking the soldiers in the rear, once they left the exploded neighborhood, the heavy sound of horse hooves continued. They came from all directions, like drumbeats beating in people's hearts, bringing further depression.
Under Lawrence's unified will, the soldiers acted extremely efficiently, like cold machines. They had prepared to surround several people early in the morning, but fortunately Eve and the others ran faster, and the war horses had not blocked the streets yet.
Eve looked ahead. The pier was very close, but even such a short distance seemed so far away.
Everyone was exhausted and moving with difficulty, but while showing their desire to survive, Irene's expression was a little complicated. She followed the team closely, looking at the things in her hands from time to time, and then looked at the Red Falcon whose life or death was unknown.
Since being carried up by Hebode, this guy has completely given up struggling and has not made any sound. It is unknown whether he is dead or dying.
Heibode didn't want to check the specific situation of Red Falcon. In his words, if he was still alive, he would carry him out. If he was dead, he could use Red Falcon as a meat shield. Anyway, it would not be a loss to carry him away.
Unconsciously, Hebode has integrated into this somewhat neurotic style.
Unfortunately, the relaxing moment was very short-lived. In the darkness, there was a sound of bloodthirsty breathing, and the warhorse rushed out of the darkness and attacked the few people.
In the dim vision, it was like a nightmare that broke reality. The soldiers finally caught up with a few people, and the muzzles of their guns and sharp blades carried the chill of death.
It was not time to give up. Faced with this sudden change, Eve slowed down her pace and waited for the warhorse to approach. When the warrior swung the blade at her, Eve also moved quickly.
The slender figure dodged the sword attack easily. With the power of the Ranger, she reacted very quickly and almost brushed past it. At the moment of dodging, Eve reached out and grabbed the arm that swung the sword.
She did not have great strength, but her body was light enough and she had some experience that could be used in combat. Eve climbed directly onto the horse's back through the warrior's arm. The slender scimitar seemed extremely deadly at this moment. The warrior had just time to grab the reins when the sharp iron pierced into his flesh along his neck.
This was a fatal blow. An ordinary person would easily die from such an attack, but facing this violent warrior, it obviously could not kill him completely.
There was no need to kill him. Eve repeatedly hit the wound on his neck. The vitality of these warriors with secret blood was too strong. Instead of killing them, it would be better to make them powerless. Just delaying a little time would be enough for them to escape.
The stirring blade cut the throat, and the warrior was kicked down by Eve as blood gushed out. Eve cheered, and she grabbed a horse, but before she could be happy, a chorus of gunfire rang out, and the warhorse was shot into a sieve before it could run a few steps.
Eve reacted quickly. She grabbed the reins and hung herself on the other side of the horse, then rolled to the ground.
"These guys are really relentless."