Dark Lord Cult?

Boom!

The middle-aged quickly conjured a profound barrier, but it was too late. The black beam was too fast and directly shattered his incomplete barrier, tearing a chunk of flesh on his right shoulder.

"Argh!" The middle-aged man screamed painfully. However, his scream blended with several shrill cries that resounded everywhere on the ship.

The iron ship's crews were mercilessly slaughtered by the group of robotic people as the gap in their strength was too large.

The middle-aged man tried his best to endure the pain and looked for his young miss. At this moment, he saw his young miss was surrounded by two Monarchs and was in fatal danger.

"Young Miss!" The middle-aged man shouted anxiously and used all his power to rush toward her.