Just when Cyclops and the others thought they could retreat unscathed, a sudden onslaught of creeping vines shot up from the ground. They wrapped themselves around the ankles of two mercenaries, hurling them high into the sky.
In mid-air, they were punctured by a spray of bullets.
“Stella Warrior! They've employed a high-level Stella Warrior!”
Cyclops felt he had been duped by Earl.
The allure of the goods worth sixty million was compelling, but it was hard to believe that the South Sea Military Region would send a Stella Warrior just to deal with them.
There could only be one explanation: The delivery was a decoy. Earl must have aggravated the South Sea Military Region somehow, causing them to be the target.
“Forget the goods! Everyone split up and run!” Cyclops no longer cared about the twenty percent profit.
Yorksland had always had the best talents, and the country had always taken the incursion of its borders seriously.
Since their opponent had deployed a Stella Warrior, Cyclops only hoped that he could survive the battle. Nothing else mattered.
Cyclops fled in one direction and continued to run for another three minutes.
As he noticed no one was pursuing him, he heaved a sigh of relief.
He had survived, and it appeared he wasn't their target.
However, just as Cyclops thought he was safe, a strange sensation washed over him.
Looking up, he saw a knight in the distance. This figure, adorned in medieval West Epean armor and clutching a lance, was staring coldly at him.
Cyclops swallowed hard, unsure if the armored figure was from the South Sea Military Region.
How could the knight possibly appear behind us so quickly, sealing off my escape route?
Before Cyclops could utter a single word, the knight squeezed his horse's sides with his legs and, with the lance in his hand, charged at Cyclops directly.
D*mn it! He's an enemy! Cyclops cursed inwardly.
His only option was to activate his Stella Warrior force field.
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