The calvary.
Griffin squads.
On the ground.
In the air.
Leaving behind traces.
Since the roaring blood fortress.
They extended all the way to the places of the roaring blood plain.
Following Ethan's instructions, the ten elite teams, including the griffin squads, quickly rushed towards the spots calculated by Moore.
"Is it a little risky?"
Gordon, who was also in the elite group, wiped the sweat on his forehead.
If Mikhail hadn't forced him to stay, this man, one of the three knights of the holy sword sect, would have rushed to the strongest side.
"Maybe. But now, it's impossible not to take the risk."
Ethan sighed.
In the face of a crisis that could tear up space at any time and bring out a lot of indescribable things, these risks were nothing.
However, the only thing Ethan was worried about was how many altars were hidden.
With the altar as the spot, according to some rules, a mysterious giant magic circle would probably be activated.