Noble Husband At the Door

Ming Yu couldn't figure it out.

"Send down the order. Let's speed up the disturbance ahead. Doesn't Samuel want to sleep? Let him sleep uneasily."

"In addition, inform the front line and let them attack better. I will send people to connect with them on time. Each of them has enough time to rest, so everyone must be alert." Zhu Yanshuo knew how to observe people's expressions. Seeing Ming Yu's reaction, he immediately announced.

"Yes!"

The few commanders received the order and hurriedly left with the little soldier to make arrangements.

Almost at the same time, in a dark cell in the deepest part of the mansion, there was only dead silence.

Manfred and others sat on the wet ground with cold faces.

Especially Saber Twelve, at this time, he was holding the iron rod of the cell tightly with his right hand, as if he wanted to crush it with the strength of his hand.

But in fact, he turned his head aside with resentment in his eyes, which seemed to indicate that it was not the case.

"Saber Twelve, there's no need to do this. Everyone will die."

A faint voice came, but there was comfort in it.

Under the dim light, a person was lying in the corner of the ground.

His surroundings were far damper than those of Saber Twelve and the others. There was black liquid flowing around him, but from the smell, one could tell that the black liquid was actually human blood.

Manfred turned around and looked at the face that had suffered a crushing defeat in the dark. He said sadly, "Brother Mo Beitian, we are incompetent. Not only did we fail to break out of the encirclement, but we even implicated you and..."

Manfred stopped talking, but the sadness in his heart had made him, an iron-blooded man, burst into tears.

In the breaking out of the encirclement battle, in order to let Saber Twelve and others lead the team to break out of the encirclement and save Yvonne, Mo Beitian did not hesitate to fight against the two masters of the other side by himself. But the ending was also extremely tragic.

Mo Beitian was so badly injured that he was on the verge of death. He could barely survive with his limited Genuine Qi.

"Go on." Mo Beitian smiled bitterly and asked, "You don't want to say it because my brothers are all dead?"

In the breaking out of the

encirclement, there were more than a thousand people on Mo Beitian's but except for a few people such as Saber Twelve, Manfred, Liu Fang, and Master Ruyu, almost all the others died in battle.

The Heavenly Devil Palace and the others led by Mo Beitian had all died in battle.

Manfred nodded heavily, and Saber Twelve hit his head with frustration.

Mo Beitian smiled sadly and said, "These brothers are the closest to me. We have been traveling around for decades. We have been embarrassed and also dignified."

"I also said that I would take them back to their hometown and live a carefree life, but I didn't expect..."

"I let them down."

With that, Mo Beitian gritted his

teeth forcefully, removed the ring of

his left finger, and handed it to Manfred. "However, as one of the four old sects of the Devil Clan, our Heavenly Devil Palace obviously has more than these assets. This is the token of the master of our Heavenly Devil Palace. If there is a chance, please hand it over to Samuel."

"With this memento, the remaining Heavenly Devil Palace disciples will obey his orders. This is the last bit of wealth left for Samuel. I also hope that Samuel can help me take good care of my remaining subordinates at headquarters."

"We won't accept it. If you want to give it to Samuel, you can keep it yourself and give it to him personally when you see him." Saber Twelve gritted his teeth and said with tears flowing.

Manfred also knew that Mo Beitian had already given the last instructions. He nodded and said, "Yes, if you dare to die here, then your ring will be buried here forever."

Mo Beitian let out a long sigh and looked at the ring in his hand with pity. "I also want to stick to it. I have never been the one who easily bowed to fate, but I know my own body very well. I am already... dying."

Hearing this, Saber Twelve directly raised his head and tried not to shed more tears. Manfred also turned his head to the side and could not bear to look anymore.

"Brothers, can you take it that I beg you?"

As soon as he finished speaking, he breathed a sigh of relief. Mo Beitian closed his eyes and was waiting for death.

But almost at this moment, a beam of light suddenly flashed in the dark cell...