Love At The Wrong Table

“Counterattack the enemy! Protect the Commander–in–Chief’s wife!”

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In an instant, the previously calm battlefield erupted into chaos once more.

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To everyone’s surprise, the Airspace Group no longer stayed in a defensive

position; they suddenly launched a collective attack. Agargar and Lonny led

the charge, taking out numerous Alliance fighters. Their clear goal was to kill

anyone attempting to ascend the tower. As for killing the Saintess, they

planned to report it as a mistake.

“Damn it!” Blake, who knew his sister Yasmine best, realized she must have

made this risky decision to prevent Mackenzie from advancing up the tower.

After cursing, he ordered Bella, “Cover Mackenzie and get her up there. I’ll hold

them off with the others!”

Just as he finished speaking, Agargar’s Templar Palm struck right in front of

him.

Bang! Bang!

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The strikes landed on Blake, making a metallic clang.

Blake staggered but managed to steady himself, grinning through the pain.

“Sh*t! Your Templar Palm is way better than that d*mn Templar Valor sect

master’s!”

“Oh? You know my useless brother, Alfwhit?” Agargar showed interest.

“Haha, I almost forgot his name until you mentioned it!” Blake taunted. “If your

brother is so useless, you must be no better, right? I don’t want to humiliate

you, so get back to hiding with my sister?”

“Unfortunately, I want to humiliate you!” Agargar said, his gaze turning

menacing. He unleashed another Templar Palm.

Blake couldn’t afford to take the hit head–on. Even though his skills were

inferior, he threw all his strength into a powerful Iron Titan Strike to counter.

Slap, slap, slap!

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Blake took several more hits and was thrown to the ground, bleeding from his

mouth. Although Agargar also suffered some backlash, he was clearly in

much better shape than Blake.

“Blake!” Mackenzie, halfway up the staircase, couldn’t help but look back, her

heart aching.

“Go! Don’t worry about me!” Blake struggled to stand up again, spitting out

blood. “F*ck, this Templar Palm is tough. It’s like hitting an iron wall!”

“Your Golden Bell is impressive too. If it were anyone else, they would have

been reduced to rubble by now!” Agargar genuinely praised. But his gaze

turned deadly serious. “Unfortunately, no one can stop me from killing today!

Not even if you’re Ms. Morgan’s brother!”

Whoosh!

Another Templar Palm struck out.

Blake could barely catch his breath and thought this might be the end. At a

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crucial moment, a blue figure attacked Agargar from the side, interrupting

his assault.

“Trisha!” Mackenzie sighed in relief, a grateful smile spreading across her

face. Eventually, Sarah’s close friend helped the Alliance.

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“Get up there quickly! The Heart of the Sun is in Lab 19 on the fifth floor, inside

that mysterious device!” Trisha shouted at Mackenzie. “Only your bloodline

can withstand the power of the Heart of the Sun. Retrieve it, and the Queen

will be finished!”

Mackenzie nodded, gritting her teeth and quickly moving up.

She knew what Lab 19 meant; the code number for the sun was 19–the Heart

of the Sun must be hidden there.

“Madam, I’ll help you!” Bella grabbed Mackenzie and pulled her up. It was

quite a strain for a heavily pregnant woman to climb stairs at such speed.

“Hurry! We can’t let anyone sabotage the Heart of the Sun’s energy device!” Yasmine also emerged from the fortress room, shouting, “Victory is the only

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option; failure is not allowed! Any sacrifice is worth it!”

Instantly, the battle on the third floor grew even fiercer. Although the Alliance Contentt bel0ngs to N0ve/lDrâ/ma.O(r)g!

had a numerical advantage, they were at a significant disadvantage in

martial prowess. Survival became a matter of luck.

Yasmine, for the first time risking her life, ran to the staircase to pursue

Mackenzie, only to have her calf suddenly grabbed.

“D*mn it!” Yasmine raised her gun to shoot the attacker but stopped when

she saw his prominent overbite and strikingly defiant smile.

“Heh, Yasmine! Switch sides!” Blake grinned, staring at the gun’s muzzle.

“What’s the point of forcing others to work? The world is much better when it’s

voluntary!”