"Now, for you two annoying women…" the level 30 said, a vindictive smile plastered on his face. From his look, they knew what he'd be doing to them!
"No…" Tilda said, forcing herself up to crawl to the door. Hana, on the other hand, immediately bolted.
This was not to abandon Tim, but to get help. Now that the bastard's attention was not on Tim, the priority was to get the enemy far from him—and also for her not to get molested.
However, the enemy was too fast. He arrived in front of her within a few blinks.
Fortunately, before he could grab her, a sword appeared in a sweeping motion, keeping them apart.
SLASH!
It was Atlas, wearing a guard uniform.
The two women gasped in relief. "Atlas!!"
"ATLAS!" Tilda yelled and Hana's eyes widened as they saw an old acquaintance. She knew a fight was going to happen so she quickly stepped back and pulled up Tilda. "Cover them!"
"What? Why would I—"
BANG!
The two women screamed when they heard the fight had begun. Atlas was kicked to the end of the hallway, but fortunately, it seemed like he had a protection charm on him.
"HERE!" He yelled and a few more guards appeared with their shields. The enemy was immediately surrounded, and another battle commenced.
They also adopted a similar shield strategy. The hallway was narrow, and it was disadvantageous to them, so they had to push the fight back to the room where Hana and the others were.
They were much stronger than Tim's group and the aborigine was very angry when he was really pushed back—all the way to the balcony, too.
He was forced to jump and enter the streets, where he was immediately surrounded by guards.
His eyes widened.
Where are the others?!
…
Atlas was a member of Loki's team, and they had just arrived in the area where leaks were reported. Atlas' team was assigned to this particular street.
They immediately took care of the enemies they encountered.
After the street was cleared, they checked every evacuation house and quickly realized that one house had been breached.
Hopefully, they weren't too late.
"Atlas!" Hana yelled. "The others!"
The man saw the half-dead people in the room and nodded. He walked out onto the balcony, looking at the street below him.
The whistle he made created low-frequency, large-wavelength, sounds that would allow the sound to travel far without being irritating. Every Guard team had it to alert the closest logistics people that they needed medical assistance. freeωebnovēl.c૦m
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