"Yes, but..."

Dalin raised his gaze and looked at him: "Horus, I know that Alan is under a lot of pressure. He has never rested since the end of the solar day, but I can't help it. Alan's fighting ability is better than all of us."

No."

"Believe me, I am more worried about losing him than all of you, but I also believe that Alan will become a human hero who will not be inferior in the course of thousands of years of human history."

"Same as Trorian."

Horus took a step back and saw that Dalin's eyes were bloodshot.

He realized in an instant that the top leader of the military war department was facing pressure that he could not imagine.

Not just Alan, everyone is under great pressure.

"That's it."

The king stood up, and flames instantly covered his body. In the eyes of Dalin and Horus, a long line of fire flew across and disappeared into the protective fire in the center of the hall.

There is only one sentence left, echoing in the hall.

"Everyone, I believe that light and miracles exist."

——

Eight hundred thousand yards away from the very edge of Trorian.

Grizzly Hills.

City of Winds.

The black mist is thick and deep, like black sediment on the seabed, which does not move very much.

Under the tall blue-gray city walls, even the firelight could not break through the black fog, and the whole city seemed to be pressed into the depths of the dark sea.

Countless figures glowed red, running back and forth on the city wall.

Occasionally, the spiritual light suddenly shines through the black fog for a short time, and then is instantly submerged by the darkness.

Only the roar of the psychic cannon and the ejection of the heavy crossbow passed through unimpeded.

The residents of the Windy City were hiding in their houses, standing in front of the small lights, praying that their great hero Alan would never fall.

Outside the city wall.

He is a giant a hundred yards tall.

Their whole bodies are rotten, their bodies are covered with huge abscesses, their steps are staggering, and their spiritual energy is deep.

The light bullets fired by the psychic cannon and the crossbow arrows fired by the bed crossbow hit them, causing almost no damage.

The ground they walked on was covered with light black rot, and with every step they took, a thick yellow mist squeezed out from the gaps in the flesh and blood of their bodies.

They mix with the deep black mist and turn into poisonous gas that is extremely infectious and corrosive.

No soldier dares to set foot here.

Except Alan.

He shuttled through this terrifying flesh forest like a white stream of light. The holy white sword slashed out sword rays that tore through the black mist, broke through the pollution, and cut off the decaying giant.

Black blood continued to fall along with the black flesh, hitting the ground and splashing black mud several people high.

Countless giants fell, countless giants stood up.

The broken black fog gathered in an instant, and everything seemed to be endless.

But everyone on the city wall knew that without Alan, these terrifying pus giants would have destroyed the city wall long ago, extinguished the protective fire, and turned everyone into monsters.

No warrior can get close to these giants and can only use long-range attacks, but with little effect.

Their lightless spiritual energy is so powerful that no one except Alan can destroy them with one blow.

However, Alan has been fighting continuously for more than ten days and only rested for one night.

Everyone is worried.

Although he is known as the strongest man in Trolian, such battles have dimmed his light and weakened his psychic abilities.

But no one can help him.

Warriors will be infected and corroded just by getting close, not to mention that the giant's attacks are as fast as thunder, completely disproportionate to its slow and staggering pace.

Only Alan.

His holy white sword can cut off giants with one strike, his psychic protection can shield pollution and corrosion, his speed is as fast as light, and the attacks of giants are like children in his eyes.

But only Alan.

Even if he stayed awake, he couldn't kill so many giants, he could only prevent them from approaching the Windy City.

A city can only be protected by one person.

This is both luck and misfortune.
Chapter completed!