The centaur Makamul looked at the guards gathering around, his expression as rigid as plaster.
Literally hundreds of thousands of Tares divine clan warriors were not a matter to be taken lightly.
Even though he was reputed to have peerless combat strength among his peers, he had no confidence in breaking through the encirclement, even if he were not in a weakened state.
Moreover, this contractual partner by his side seemed somewhat unreliable.
For example: Even until now, this "Nicholas" hadn't shown any intention of unlocking the slave collar?
"Hey…" Makamul initially wanted to give a friendly reminder.
Although he knew that anyone summoned here by the gods and demons was certainly no ordinary person, the current situation looked bleak even for a demigod.
