Chapter 503

The magical power within his body erupted completely, countless roots and vines surging up from underground, rushing to engulf Meliodas.

"Full Counter!"

The broken sword on his back, like an absolute chasm between him and his opponent, slid lightly.

It sent all the vines rebounding away, and he charged fiercely toward Wolrod and the others.

"Rock Iron Wall!"

Jura pressed his palms together, shielding everyone in front of him, as steel-like rock surged up from the ground to block Meliodas's attack.

But when the rock dispersed, the many Holy Ten could no longer find any trace of Meliodas.

"That guy just escaped, into the town."

Ulfheim's brow furrowed slightly. Though he didn't want to admit it, he had indeed seen a flash of black shadow streak past in an instant.

He had left the basement of this guild.

"Go after him! We absolutely cannot let them get away!"

A cold glint flashed in Wolrod's eyes. He, who had always stayed out of worldly disputes, appeared especially stubborn on this matter.

But Makarov stepped in front of everyone.

"Everyone, we can't pursue!"

"That guy is no ordinary person—you'll die!"

Although he had betrayed the guild's strongest weapon in exchange for a brief peace.

Makarov also felt deeply saddened by this, but compared to personal interests, the interests of Ishgar were more important.

They, these Holy Ten, were the final bridge that could protect the peaceful growth of the younger generation.

If even they, these bridges, were to fall, there would be no possibility for the future.

At least for the next several hundred years it would absolutely be so—it would surely become just like the era of the dragons back then.

They could not do this, and absolutely did not want to see such a thing happen.

"But, that's Mavis's corpse."

"I cannot tolerate my companion's corpse being taken away by someone else!"

Wolrod also understood Makarov's words, but at this moment he could no longer listen to anything.

He pushed Makarov aside and walked forward. For him, he simply could not tolerate such a thing happening.

So even if it meant sacrificing himself alone, it was something he had to go and do.

"Lord Wolrod!"

Jura also cried out in alarm from the side, just about to give chase.

Hibearion grabbed him and shook his head, signaling Jura not to go.

"Why? If Lord Wolrod goes alone, he'll definitely die."

"If we don't go help him, aren't we abandoning a comrade?"

Jura looked at Hibearion in complete confusion. The strength of just one of them could not accomplish much.

So he hoped even more that everyone would do something together, so that at the very least they could change how others viewed things.

"Calm down! This is Wolrod's own matter!"

"There are only a few of us Holy Ten left, as the last few guardians of Ishgar."

"We cannot have any accidents... If we all die, every country, the Magic Pingyi Society will fall apart and collapse in the shortest possible time."

"When that time comes, what will happen to Ishgar? Will we just let these people from another world rule over it?"

Hibearion's words were very blunt, but they were also perfectly reasonable.

They left Jura with absolutely nothing to argue back with, only tightly clenching his fists.

Which is light and which is heavy, as one of the Holy Ten he understood perfectly well. At this moment he could only watch that aged back grow farther and farther away from him, powerless to do anything.

The outskirts of Magnolia Town.

On a devastated plain, the bodies of Alvarez Empire soldiers lay densely packed.

Even with the berserker enhancement, these soldiers still hadn't even managed to touch the haori of the Death Gods.

Let alone inflict any harm on those people.

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