"Now you are at the highest rank among us," Quentin said, standing beside Vasco with a tower shield on his back. "Make a decision, Aquilifer! To break through or to defend?"
"How many people do we have?" Vasco asked wearily.
"Thirty-one," Quentin replied. "Six of them are seriously injured. We have only seventeen blade dancers, two shooters, four armored knights, and one scout. The rest are unarmored retainers..."
"Is there any news?" Vasco raised his voice and shouted huskily.
The retainer standing beside the aether communication box looked up with a gloomy face and said, "Three minutes ago, the headquarters of the Praetorian Cohort announced through global broadcast that the Sacred City had been isolated. So there is no news outside the city. Now, we are probably the only squad of Knights Templar in the Sacred City. "
"Oh sh*t." Vasco said.
Boom!