agility brought about by magic and meditation, he could be stronger than many of the monsters, and partly strengthen his companions.


But when four more monsters attacked him, he stabbed the first in the stomach while avoiding a blow from the second monster, and the other two, former servants of the light, strained his shield with tremendous blows, he felt them slowing down.


He quickly pulled his sword out of the carcass and sent both of them headless to hell with a targeted blow on the heads of the two Zakarumites.


Once more he dodged the fourth monster, where he had to stand still, and killed it with a targeted blow in the head.


A quick glance was enough for him, Karina was threatened and could not really fight with her burden, Wiglaf protected her, and Nathalia was also in distress, the gaps that had torn Karina's frost sphere were closed, and the monsters were now attacking through the fire the other side.

The path that Wiglaf had chosen had led her to the end of the causeway, but not yet to the building he was aiming for.


And even if they were stupid, the creatures of evil had recognized that this was their goal, quickly there had been no better, and the servants of Hell knew that too.


Twenty monsters were now in position between them and their target, waiting for them, the others attacking from all sides, just not from the direction they wanted.


Azrael made his decision in a split second.


With the strength that his faith gave him, he stormed towards this group, they had not yet fought, and he was already slightly tired, no wonder, at an old age.


His feet carried him lightly and quickly, as in his first battle.


He brandished his sword with a strength and speed that three monsters were headless by the time he came to a stop in the group.

Two immediately pounced on him to separate his head from his torso.


With his shield he pushed her away and killed her as fast as he could.


One quick turn and two of the three that just struck from behind missed him, the other hit his armor, leaving a dent. Which pressed uncomfortably on the shoulder.


Still, he didn't hesitate to sever the heads of all three with one swift blow.


He wanted to turn again when he got stuck in the right side of an arrow that had pierced the armor.


He paused only a second, then ducked and a sword cut the air where his head should have been.


Azrael struck, and managed to kill the guy quickly too.


But he couldn't avoid a club on the back, he went down on his knees.


Neither did the second arrow that pierced his chest.

Nonetheless, he cut off the arm of the creature in front of him as it approached, and dug his sword into the stomach of another.


He got up again and, as he turned, hit everything nearby that didn't look like a friend, i.e. everything.


The stick landed on him again when he had turned almost 180 degrees, this time on his head.


He didn't have time to regret that he hadn't managed to clear the way.


Not even to hope.


When his concentration left him he fell over like a wet sack.




His eyes opened painfully slowly.


Although he usually got up early and always remembered everything that had happened the previous day, Son Goten had only vague memories of his oozaru status.


When he tried to hold onto the memory, the same feeling overcame him as he had described it to Wiglaf, like cotton wool.

Still fighting with his eyes, he sat up, which worked without any problems.


As if his eyes had been waiting for him to be gone, they opened without difficulty.


He concentrated briefly, and was then awake enough to give his surroundings the attention they deserved.


He was in a room, almost directly against the wall, wrapped in blankets.


Karina's blankets.


The wall across from him was almost five meters away, he didn't have to turn around to know that the opposite wall was half a meter away.


He turned his head to the right, there was another wall about eight meters next to him, which had a door-shaped opening about in the middle.


There was nothing to close it with, or it would be, but he still wouldn't dare cross the threshold.


The whole floor around the door was full of liquids that you had to be very generous with if you wanted to call them blood.

Although they normally belonged in some guts, especially in view of the fact that some of the latter did not want to part with their filling at all, and therefore also lay around in the entrance.


When Goten turned his head in the other direction, he regretted it at first, not half a meter from him was something that looked suspiciously like a corpse.


The eyes were sunken and closed.


Sunken skin, pale, with no sign of life, literally stretched over a face that was old.


No one would think of the phrase "Full of Life" when seeing this figure.


Still, after staring at the old man for a few seconds, Goten felt that he was still alive, but his ki was weak, very weak.


He wondered who it was.


Only now did Goten examine the rest of the room, it was almost exactly the same as the other side.


About eight meters in front of him was the wall, only the door was in the wall that he had looked at first, on the far left it was, almost on the corner, the sun shone through it almost directly.

There, too, the floor was smeared, Goten gradually came to believe that he would get out of here through the roof. (or fly)


And there by the door stood Karina and Nathalia.


They looked finished, finished and ready, as if they had gone well beyond the limits they actually had.


And who knows?


They hadn't noticed his awakening, although he was already seated.


With sudden restlessness, he wondered where Wiglaf and Azrael were.


He felt for their ki.


A strange realization made itself felt in him, again he looked at the old man next to him.


Only now did he notice the almost massive bandages around his entire upper body, head, and legs, but somehow he had the feeling that he was missing something.


When he introduced himself to the guy in Azrael's armor, he almost started laughing, he seemed much too small and skinny to even lift such armor, let alone live or fight in it for hours or days.

But there was no doubt the old man was Azrael.


Son Goten was confused, although confused was an understatement.


He found it confusing to expose Azrael as an old man, why did such an old warrior go back into battle?


This man was definitely over seventy. (more precisely 73)


But all these questions suddenly gave way to one realization: the man died.


After Goten had another look at Azrael, he was surprised that he was still alive, again a feeling came up that he should quickly remember something.


The bandages were soaked in blood, and you could only guess at the many injuries, but he wasn't in a coma yet, just asleep.


Goten suddenly knew this too, but he was only slightly surprised when someone of this age still had the strength to fight like a warrior of no more than thirty, (The Battle of the Waypoint) then he had to have a lot to offer.

With the nagging feeling of having to do something, he got up completely, he no longer felt his cock as resistance, and called to the two women almost impatiently: "I'm awake, could one of you come here with a healing potion?


Azrael is not doing well, he will die if we don't help him soon. "


Nathalia and Karina turned around, Karina slowly started moving and came up to him.


She stopped half a meter in front of him, and in a strained voice she said: "We know, Wiglaf has already walked through a city portal, but he has little hope, it will probably be evening before he can return."


Son Goten nodded, worried, and with a look at Azrael he said calmly, but in a desperate voice: "He has to be back first, Azrael is dying, not tonight, tomorrow morning or any other time, he'll die in less than three hours.


What time is it?"


Karina looked at him confused, and then said, while making nervous movements with her hands: "It is now shortly before noon.

How do you want to know?


I'm sure he'll hold out for a while, after all, Azrael is one of the first paladins that ever existed, and also one of the strongest. "


Son Goten only nodded sadly, he had forgotten the magic beans, but when he looked at the bandaged injuries again, he suddenly opened his eyes and cried, while kneeling down next to Azrael's head: "Azrael wake up, I have something you absolutely have to eat. "


He reached into the pocket of his combat suit and took out the bag with the magic beans.


Goten reached in quickly and his hand came out with an inconspicuous bean.


Before anyone could prevent it, he had put the bean in Azrael's mouth.


This either woke up from the loud words, or from the bean, he slowly opened his eyes.


Son Goten looked into those eyes and was petrified.


They were amazing, the power that his eyes seemed to exude was more than overwhelming.

Suddenly Goten realized where this man had the strength to fight at his age.


He had only seen this look, the look of a winner, twice, only from his father and his brother.


Vegeta had a similar one, but not like that.


Son Goten said softly: "Eat the bean, chew and swallow, that's all." (Azrael still had teeth)


At first it didn't seem like he understood, but finally he moved his mouth and chewed on the bean.


Nathalia approached slowly while Karina knelt on the other side of Azrael's