Thunder of Judgment

The violent gale burst from the Lesser Evil Spirit's hand, sweeping toward Taxisis.

The team member at the very front was struck as if by a crushing blow. His wings seemed to be seized tight by an invisible hand, snapping into several pieces with a crack! Air currents sharper than blades carved countless tiny wounds across his body, and spurting blood stained the curtain of rain red.

He tumbled twice before plunging headfirst toward the ground.

But someone immediately filled the gap he had left.

Surrounded by the others, Taxisis caught the familiar metallic scent of blood.

Only, that scent had usually come from the enemy before. This time, it came from her own subordinates.

The final half-mile stretch seemed endlessly long.

Under the gale's relentless bombardment, fewer and fewer Dragonborn remained at her side. Des Moines was already covered in torn flesh and wounds, while only the girl and Xia Fan remained completely unscathed.

Taxisis forced down her grief and poured all her strength into beating her wings—no matter how unbearable it was, she could not show it at a time like this. Only by delivering the people on her back to the heart of the storm could the Inquisition's efforts avoid being in vain!

"My lady—your Guardian Knight has fulfilled his mission—"

After taking the final blast of gale-force wind, Des Moines had half a wing and both feet sliced away. No longer able to hold his position in the wind, he spun past Taxisis and fell backward.

By then, Taxisis's entire head and neck had been soaked red with blood.

"You kept your oath... You were also my finest Guardian Knight."

She spoke each word slowly and clearly.

Once Des Moines gave up his place, the way ahead suddenly opened wide.

The Twin Holy Icon was within