The rusty smell of blood quickly spread throughout the battlefield as silence descended upon the castle walls.

“...Wow.”

The Heavenly Demon broke the silence with a surprised look.

“You dodged it?” he said.

“Master!”

Ha In-Ho and Gong Ju-Ha hastily stepped in front of Shin Sung-Hyun.

Gong Ju-Ha went beyond pallid upon checking Shin Sung-Hyun’s condition.

‘He managed to avoid instant death, but the wound is too severe.’

Blood was still pouring out of the long cut on Shin Sung-Hyun’s chest. If he hadn’t twisted the space in front of him in time, then he would have been split into two by the attack.

“Huff, huff… Team Leader Gong.”

Shin Sung-Hyun’s expression was ugly as cold sweat broke out all over him. His vision started to blur. He bled too much in a short period of time, and there were two Gong Ju-Ha in his eyes.

“Yes, yes! Master…”

“The fact that… the Heavenly Demon…is here means that Isaac Dvor and Valencia Citrin are nearby—Keugh!”

“Just please keep your mouth closed! You’re bleeding!”

“This is my command… as the Guild Master of Goblin….” Shin Sung-Hyun’s eyes suddenly became as vigorous as a burning candle just before it was extinguished. “Do not let the fiends go… no matter what!”

“Master…!” Gong Ju-Ha bit her lips and nodded, looking aggrieved.

However, Shin Sung-Hyun’s wounds suddenly healed at a speed visible to the naked eye.

“...!”

Gong Ju-Ha and Shin Sung-Hyun looked at each other with wide eyes.

“You avoided instant death, so I should be able to keep you alive somehow. Just don’t die on us,” said the Schumern Saintess, Cha Si-Eun.

“Okay, stop crying,” said Shin Sung-Hyun.

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