Layla in black slowly studied the knight radiating an inexplicable killing intent for a moment, then said calmly, "So it is Apostle Shaka. If I were willing to surrender without resistance now, would Lord Shaka be able to spare August? When all is said and done, he is merely an insignificant nobody."
Saga could not help but burst into wild laughter. "Your Highness, Princess Layla, what can your body possibly do in its current state? Are you planning to put up a tiny little resistance? I wonder which of the foot soldiers here you could defeat?"
Yet Layla in black paid no attention whatsoever to Saga's mocking sneers, merely keeping her gaze on Shaka.
Shaka sighed, then suddenly roared, "Saga, you idiot! Shut up! Haven't you embarrassed yourself enough today? Do you want me to throw you back into the furnace and remake you?"
He then turned around, bowed deeply, and said, "Great Princess Layla, please forgive the rudeness of my subordinates. As for the request you just made, I am afraid it puts me in a difficult position. August had already been declared a heretic by the time we arrived. If we truly took no action against him, it would greatly damage the reputation of our Ankhseram Church. How about this? Li will be sentenced to lifelong hard labor, but he will be released within a year at most."
Layla in black slowly nodded. "That is very good. I am quite relieved. Lord Shaka, let us go."
But at that very moment, an unexpected change occurred! A sword shadow suddenly slashed toward Shaka!
Aldebaran reacted fastest. With a sudden shout, he raised the long spear in his hand and struck at the greatsword.
Yet the greatsword was wielded in a manner completely unlike a greatsword. It shifted unpredictably through