Judging from the outline, the Dark Spirit's razor-winged fighter is like a gaped double-edged knife, with crescent-shaped wings and sword-like sharp arcs giving them devastating energy.
Imperial commanders often confused them with the Ark Spirit interceptors because they all have the elegance shared by the Spirit Vehicle and can cross the sky at a very fast speed. But in fact, the drivers of the Razor Wing not only specialize in air interception, but also advocate massacre of troops on the ground.
The razor wing is equipped with a very lethal missile. When the entire formation releases a round of volleys, the ground is usually like it is plowed by invisible giant claws.
The most accurate one of these Elves missiles is called Sildew, which is controlled by the driver remotely and is specifically targeted at dense enemy groups. When Sildew missile detonates, it emits not the usual shock wave, but a cutting energy beam bound by a built-in force field, which can behead or directly cut enemies within the impact range into two segments.
Kayang was not surprised either, but ordered the operator to open the cargo hold and throw out a huge metal cargo box.
One of the razor wings flew near the cargo box, and then the fighter flew out two iron claws. Without any inspection, he turned around and flew towards the port, and the other razor wings also returned.
"This is the rule of the Bloody Forest. They will not communicate with each other in language directly. If they do not understand this rule, the result will be-"
Kayang pointed to the wreckage of a small merchant ship several thousand meters away.
"They go and get more."
"What's in the box? They don't check it?"
Talos asked curiously.
Kayang replied with a smile:
"They will check it with the scanners on the fighter planes. As for the inside... it is a alien beast I bought from Ulanhuda. This thing is a hot item in the Comoros Arena, so they are so happy."
“What happens if the thing is not satisfied?”
"They will wait, and they will fire when their patience is exhausted, and the patience of the Dark Spirit clan... may only be more than ten seconds, or may be a few minutes to see people."
After paying the fee, the Dark Spirit clan still has basic services. A small guide ship then guided the Lost Word to a location close to the port garrison area. In this location, unless someone publicly turned against the Blood Forest Conspiracy Group, the Lost Word would basically be very safe.
As one of the main ports of Comoros, Lost Soul Port has hundreds of ships arriving or leaving every moment for most of the time. However, since the attack of the 14th Legion began, there have been many fewer ships arriving and many ships leaving. Therefore, the Lost Word still attracted some attention.
However, since there is no obvious sign on this ship, it can only be guessed from the appearance that it is a human ship.
But when the ship owner stepped onto the ground in the harbor area, the curiosity of those peepers suddenly turned into surprise.
Thousand Sons are rare in themselves. Even in places like Comoros, there has not been a Thousand Son Wizard in thousands of years, but this time there were three at once.
For Soshiyan, this is also the kind of aliens he has seen in his life. In addition to the spiritual races everywhere, there are also many strange alien lives, such as semi-plant life that looks like a shrub, and soft life that has a shell like a snail.
When he raised his head, he could see the huge black structure stretching over his head like a skeleton, and vaguely see the towering spire. The virtual projections of some dark elves in armor flashed high, and those were all well-known consuls.
"Kayang, is this your plan?"
Talos didn't like those secretly peeping eyes, which made him very uncomfortable.
"Yes, just let them know that we are here, and someone will take the initiative to look for us next."
As he said that, he led Soshyan and Talos toward the unstoppable city.
Meanwhile, in the tower of Males' Secret Garden, a graceful figure is dancing.
Her waist was as soft as a water elf. While jumping and rotating, she raised her wrist and lowered her eyebrows, relaxed her hands, and closed the fan in her hand, holding it up like a jade sleeve, elegant and agile.
Accompanied by the clear music, it turned, swung, opened, closed, twisted like flowing water and clouds without any obstacles, the translucent white robe was freely draped on her elegant body, as if blown by the sacred breeze.
Another spiritual girl wearing a black waist-length suit and holding a cat in her arms was watching the dancer's beautiful appearance. Her long hair was braided into a bunch of braids and stood tall on her head. The black leather trousers on her lower body were close to the skin to outline the perfect curve of her legs. Because she was not wearing shoes, her delicate toes were also exposed to the air, showing a naughty charm.
After a moment, the spirit girl put the cat aside, then nodded and clapped her hands.
"Veronica, you are very talented, it seems that the dancer's way is for you."
Veronica stopped after a round of rotation, and her surprising green eyes looked at the other person and smiled:
"I have only been studying for a few days and it's still far from the road. On the contrary, it's you, isn't it a pity to give up your own road like this?"
"It's no pity. If you are annoyed, you are annoyed. If you are tired of it, you are too lazy to move. If it weren't for what you asked me, I wouldn't even bother to move."
As he said that, Ifrene turned off the small broadcasting equipment beside him.
"Then at least, thank you for being willing to pass the time with me and teaching me these."
"You have also shared a lot of interesting stories to me. We are equal exchanges, and no one owe anyone the kindness."
Efrenie said, leaning against the window ridge, then folding her waist back, and she leaned out of the window almost ninety degrees.
"But I'm a little stupid when I'm always by the innocent guy like you."
Veronica walked to the other side and looked into the distance, which seemed to be the port area of Comoros.
This chapter is not over, please click on the next page to continue reading! "That Hespera is very strong, right? Otherwise, she would not be the representative of Victor."
"Just be strong, I'm not without defeating a powerful opponent."
“It seems you are confident.”
"I haven't fought, no one knows it. I can't tell me to admit defeat first."
As he said that, Ifrene straightened her waist suddenly, then turned to look at Veronica.
"Your ape will most likely not come, let alone the believers of the decayed god are attacking the Internet now."
Veronica leaned against the window ridge, gently curled her hair with her right finger, and replied calmly:
"I didn't expect him to come."
"You don't like the identity that your wife has arranged for you, do you?"
"You can see this kind of thing without me telling me, right?"
Ifrene looked at the other person, then suddenly turned around, facing the window, and whispered:
"I will let you go when I win Hespera."
Veronica was stunned at first, then a warm smile appeared on her face.
"Aren't you in danger?"
"I have my own way."
"Well, thank you, then, but I still don't want you to take risks for me."
Ifrene snorted and explained:
"Don't get me wrong, I just think that a guy like you is not suitable for survival here. Go back to your ark, that's where you should stay."
Veronica smiled and didn't say anything, but suddenly her heart suddenly burst into throbbing, which made her subconsciously cover her chest.
Ifrene turned her head and noticed this.
"What's wrong?"
"No...it's okay, just..."
She turned her head and looked at the port area. Her premonition told her that there seemed to be someone who had been dreaming about her.