The Golden Ram Herolf's gunmanship suddenly rolled upward like a giant wave abruptly rising on the sea, tightly pursuing Andreas, the youngest of the Sacred Order from the Black Phoenix Dynasty. His spirit, consciousness, and gunmanship all locked onto him.
Although Charles had seen many a battle among the Sacred Order, he couldn't help but clap and praise, "The Old Goat actually has some tricks up his sleeve!"
Charles had seen the Golden Ram Herolf in action before, but each time, he was besieged by at least three of the Sacred Order, always in quite a sorry state, either relying on the Magical Alchemy Warship or the hard resistance of Saint Michael, which made him subconsciously think that this loyal servant wasn't much in terms of strength.
But at this moment, seeing the Old Goat fighting alone, Charles realized that the old man did indeed have something special.
High above, a sonorous rumbling of Fighting Spirit soon erupted.
