"We accept, but"
"Could you let Lord Gusman bleed later?"
Fully armed and wearing somewhat shoddy Fireproof Suits, the two Trolls' voices were muffled inside them as they cautiously looked toward Gao Tian and the others holding knives.
According to the plan, they would be bled first, then stay atop the buildings on the east and west sides respectively.
As soon as the Back-headed Ghost appeared, the two of them would cut open their Protective Suits and use their own flesh and blood to lure the Back-headed Ghost into attacking.
Theoretically, one person could delay it for at least forty seconds. If they sacrificed themselves in the right position, they might even hold out for a minute.
As the weakest branch of the Trolls, this was the only place where they could be useful.
Before Gao Tian could instinctively look toward Lin An, the silent Gusman refused on his own.
"It wouldn't mean much. I definitely won't be able to break through. Since that's the case, living one or two minutes longer doesn't mean anything."
"Lin An, I hope you can keep your promise and make it out alive to revive us."
With some difficulty, Gusman forced himself into the silver-white Fireproof Suit and gave a bitter laugh. He didn't know that another Lin An existed, but at the beginning of the apartment mission in this round, he had keenly noticed that Lin An didn't merely know a lot—he had foreknowledge. Unlike the perspective of Blue Armor and the others, he had noticed that Lin An had stopped himself from "falling" long ago.
For some reason, he faintly felt a hazy sense of familiarity.
Unlike the Trolls' compromise, the four people led by Blue Armor—God Archer, Sea Demon, and the others in golden robes—huddled together and were now looking at