"The Dark Priest has been held up and has no chance to make a move, so we only have one method, to ally with Gary Smith. As long as all his Pet Beasts take action, there may be a chance..."
"No need, My Lord only needs to send me, and that will be enough!"
A wave of psychic perception sounded, prompting both to unconsciously look over, and then they saw the Paper Knight had, at some point, mounted a dark, faceless horse, holding a golden long spear, and had already arrived in front of the Drought Bull.
Though its three-meter tall figure appeared grandiose in the eyes of humans, compared to the Drought Bull towering over ten meters tall, it was like a naïve child.
Feeble and helpless!
The Paper Knight pulled on the reins and stopped, declaring indifferently:
"Everything should not stand in the way of My Lord's path, therefore, thou shalt be vanquished by me!"
The voice was calm, yet carried an arrogance that disdained all things!
