You Look Down on Me

Janvito cursed under his breath, then grabbed Janvito, who was about to rush out. "Dean, take Mr. Sim and teleport out."

Janvito shook his head. "It's not time to leave yet."

"Don't wait any longer. Wu Heng has probably already left. If we drag this out, we'll all die. Remember to report everything truthfully to the Association and avenge us," another person said.

Whoosh, whoosh~!

As he spoke, sharp whistling sounds rang out overhead.

Several Crossbow Bolts as thick as forearms suddenly plunged from the sky.

Pfft, pfft~!

The sound of flesh being pierced rang out.

The Crossbow Bolts pierced Association Members who had failed to dodge in time, causing further casualties.

Beside Janvito, the iron armor over an attendant's chest tore apart. His body was pierced through and nailed to the ground, blood and organs spilling out in a rush.

Blood gushed from his mouth and nose.

"Yabo!" Janvito shouted.

The attendant gritted his teeth in agony, his gums covered in blood as he spoke in broken gasps. "My lord, go. Leave this place first."

"Don't talk. Drink the potion first." Janvito uncorked a potion and poured it into his mouth.

Blood and potion trickled from the corners of his lips.

Kill~!

At that moment, the army launched another attack, iron shields in front and bows and crossbows providing cover.

Like a tide, they rapidly closed in.

"Sim, Moehr!" Janvito called out.

The two investigators hurried over while still recording with pen and paper.

"Take care, everyone. I'll bring the full details back to the Association," Janvito said.

A magic array gradually lit up beneath their feet.

"And Wu Heng—he ran from the battle. Beat him up for us!" the priest shouted.

The moment his words fell, Janvito abruptly stopped casting and looked sharply upward.

A Flying Carpet was