Franz snorted coldly, then swung his longsword down with full force. However, Makhaylus' physical body was unbelievably hard. With a dull crash, the blade was knocked flying, while Makhaylus himself remained completely unharmed.

Makhaylus' terrifying strength was about to slam into the city gate. Yet Andrew, standing at the rear, still rested his hand on his sword and did not move, as if he had not even noticed Makhaylus approaching.

It was as though the danger did not exist to him at all.

A flicker of dark light flashed across the battlefield again and again. Then, Nyx's dagger lightly swept across the back of Makhaylus' neck.

Makhaylus' once-indestructible body suddenly erupted with a burst of white radiance. He let out a shocked roar and no longer dared to attack the gate, instead spinning around with fear written all over his face.

"Dragonfang assassin, Nyx?" He retreated three full steps, pulling back into the center of the Cathedral's army before he finally felt safe.

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