A few years ago, except for the imperial capital Lingdun and a few megacities, there was almost no industry anywhere else in Luying.
Like other traditional cities in Luying, although Clemington is an important city in the south with a large population, it was a primitive farming society for the past few hundred years, and there was almost no progress in civilization.
After the establishment of the United Empire, this place was completely different.
At the Clemington steam train station, Su Lun and Mr. Jing got off the train. The place was already a prosperous and lively scene.
In the super-large steel frame station, workers with various robotic arms are busy building various infrastructure.
The vast and sparsely populated south of Luying is a key area for immigrants, and a large number of Marfa mechanics have poured in here. Machinery has given the labor force more efficient work, and urban construction is also changing with each passing day. A huge super new city has been built, with tall buildings towering in front of you.
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As soon as the two of them walked out of the station, an old butler in a black suit was waiting for them for a long time.
This is the housekeeper of Sabina's house and a member of the Mirror Organization.
The old housekeeper bowed respectfully and said, "Madam, sir, please come this way."
To Su Lun's surprise, what the old butler greeted them in turned out to be a classic carriage.
The carriage is pulled by four black horses with shiny coats. The wheels have a gold-painted pattern of an eagle and a lion, which is the noble coat of arms of the Earl of Russell family.
Even though this transaction was obviously a trap, the old earl with the [Dark Holy Lamp] in his hand did his part and sent a carriage to greet the two guests from the imperial capital.
After getting on the carriage, it was unexpectedly comfortable.
Su Lun remembered that this was also the second time he took a ride on this antique vehicle that only noble men would like.
The last time was during my wedding to Ekaterina.
The carriage left the city all the way, and after driving for a while, it was a rugged wilderness trail.
The shock absorption of the carriage is very high and it is not bumpy.
Su Lun leaned on the side of the carriage and leisurely looked at the scenery outside the window.
Mr. Jing, who was sitting across from him, could read quietly no matter where he was. She was sitting there, flipping through an ancient book.
The carriage was not very fast, and it took about an hour to walk. The surrounding area was already surrounded by dense virgin forest, and the endless mountains spread out in the distance.
Not long after, the view suddenly opened up, and a spectacular white stone castle appeared in the field of vision.
This is a classical-style castle, built on a mountain, with a moat and a suspension bridge. It is surrounded by a stone wall. The classical architectural style is everywhere, and there is almost no modern steam machinery.
Those old nobles just like this kind of ancient things to show their family's long history.
Su Lun looked at the old castle through the car window and muttered: "It's a very beautiful castle."
Mr. Jing's beautiful eyes flashed, and he said calmly: "Yes. It's a good place to live."
Unfortunately, it will probably cease to exist after today.
The carriage drove all the way across the drawbridge and stopped at the gate of the castle.
This transaction was contacted by Sabine. Her disguised identity is Countess Demacula. Her title is equivalent to that of Earl Russell of this castle. The other party also showed the aristocratic etiquette and had already arranged it.
A bunch of people were waiting at the door.
The leader was the butler of Earl Russell's house, a middle-aged man with a horned beard.
He watched Su Lun and the others get out of the car and said hello: "Sir, Madam, please come inside. The master has been waiting for these two distinguished guests for a long time."
Su Lun got out of the car calmly and reached out his hand to help Mr. Jing down in a gentlemanly manner.
The two of them followed the key and entered the manor.
The manor is more beautiful than it looks outside, with gothic-style white towers, beautiful corridors, and large swaths of beautiful roses and lavender, and the air is filled with a faint floral fragrance. The artistic conception of the castle and the mountains and
The forest is perfectly integrated, and it looks like a master's design at first glance.
When the two walked into the manor, they saw a fat middle-aged man with a big belly.
This guy is Earl Russell.
When the fat Earl met, they exchanged polite greetings for a while, and then led Su Lun and Mr. Jing to visit the Russell family's collection in the manor.
Su Lun didn't know that this guy was deliberately stalling for time. After all, it took a lot of time for those magicians to set up the formation.
He pretended not to notice at all and strolled leisurely with Mr. Jing.
And when Su Lun and the others went to Stormgar to lead the way, the Emperor's palace was at Frederick's Palace in Linton.
In the study, Catherine, wearing a crown, is looking at a crystal ball.
The picture in the crystal ball is a forest, and far, far away, there is a white stone castle the size of a sesame seed.
She had been looking at it for a long time, and she didn't know what she was thinking. Those beautiful purple pupils were as deep as the stars.
There was no one else in the room.
But at this time, a strange voice sounded, "Your Majesty, are we really not going to send reinforcements? According to the intelligence obtained by the Military Intelligence Office, the three ninth-level magic saints who have descended from the plane of heaven have disappeared.
We sneaked over. If we concentrate the top-level power in our hands, we may still have some chance of winning, but if. If something happens to Mr. Jing of the Dawn Organization this time, our situation will be even worse."
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Ekaterina listened quietly.
Her eyes were still looking at the crystal ball, and she didn't respond for a long time.
The direction the voice came from was the darkness in the corner of the curtains. This was the highest commander of the Military Intelligence Agency besides herself, March Keton, codenamed "Black JOKER".
No one knew that there was such a number one figure in the Military Intelligence Department, and no one had ever seen him.
But he is indeed a powerful professional at the peak of the eighth level.
This was one of the most important things that her teacher, Master Pierre, left her when he handed over the Military Intelligence Agency.
No one knew that the hidden power of the Military Intelligence Service had been enough to overthrow the Bona royal family before.
In fact, after the scandal about Marquis Hynes defecting to the enemy broke out a few days ago, Ekaterina guessed everything.
There are not many people in the empire who can make Marquis Hynes even commit suicide in fear of crime but still want to save him.
But even if it is guessed, the current situation cannot be changed at will.
First, those guys do things in a flawless manner, and there is no definite evidence to point to, so no one can do anything to their interest group.
The second is the current situation of the empire. Without other pillars to support it, the original structure cannot be destroyed, otherwise the consequences will be unpredictable.
But this time, after Yekaterina learned about Mr. Jing's plan, she saw a major turning point.
As long as the Dawn Organization can win, then her plan may be implemented.
The last hidden danger within the empire will also be completely resolved.
But, as "Black JOKER" said, it is almost enough to say that he is betting on the fate of the country.
If Dawn loses, the enemy's top magicians may even directly threaten Lingdun.
There are insiders cooperating secretly, and those guys may have plans to behead themselves, the emperor.
At that time, the Alchemy Plane will not even have the chance to hold on for the last time.
There was no sound in the study for a long time.
Ekaterina looked out the window. The rain in Lingdun was always pouring, just like the gloomy mood of everyone in the imperial capital today.
After pondering for a moment, she said calmly: "Get ready. The results over there are out, and Lingdun is about to undergo its last major cleaning."
As soon as these words came out, the man hiding in the shadow of the curtain said worriedly: "Your Majesty, please forgive me for speaking frankly, do you think Li Ming will definitely win?"
Ekaterina thought that she should give everyone some confidence, and said calmly: "Well, we will win. Let's get ready."
Hearing this, the "Black Clown" Madge Keton said no more.
Only he knew that the empress in front of her was not only unparalleled in power, but her strength far exceeded everyone's expectations.
He responded: "Yes, Your Majesty."
Sensing the person leaving, Ekaterina also looked at the crystal ball, her eyebrows moving slightly.
She didn't know what Li Ming's chances were.
But there was one thing she didn't say in her heart, that is, that person would never do anything he was unsure of.
Earl Russell's forest estate.
In the classically and luxuriously decorated living room, the chubby Earl Russell was still stalling for time, nagging: "Two distinguished guests, since Countess Demacula sent them to discuss, it is obvious that she came with sincerity. But
It’s not that I don’t want to sell this [Dark Holy Lamp], but it’s actually a treasure passed down by the family. I’m really embarrassed to sell it. What I mean is that if you need to borrow this to ban me, I can consider it.”
Opposite him, Su Lun and Mr. Jing were leisurely drinking tea and watching this guy perform hard.
This guy has been delaying them for half an hour, and the two of them are not in a hurry.
At this time, the black crow on his shoulder suddenly quacked, and Su Lun raised his eyes and glanced out the window.
His eyes sparkled, and he put down the tea cup in his hand as he looked at the surge of magic power.
Mr. Jing also noticed something and asked very calmly: "What did you see?"
As soon as these words came out, the expression of Earl Russell opposite him instantly became a little embarrassed.
He thought he was not exposed, so he pretended to be stupid and asked: "Madam, are you asking me?"
However, Mr. Jing paid no attention to what this guy meant.
Su Lun on the side didn't pay attention.
The two were talking to each other, and he responded: "The formation of the ninth-level forbidden spell [Sacred Shackles] has been condensed and formed. It seems that there are at least nine eighth-level magicians ambush nearby. Looking at the scale of the magic power fluctuation,
The formation covers the bag cover for fifteen kilometers."
"oh."
Mr. Jing's expression remained unchanged as he listened, and he even took a sip of tea.
But this extremely abrupt conversation made the face of Count Russell opposite him suddenly change, and he hesitated: "This"
Hearing the words "magician" and "ambush", he didn't know how he was exposed.
He really couldn't figure it out. There was nothing unusual a second ago, so why did he suddenly notice it?
And now that they have discovered it, why are these two guys so calm?
This guy was still trying to defend himself, but suddenly a blood line appeared on his neck.
The seventh-level guard commander next to him reacted slightly, but when he looked at Mr. Jing, infinite mirror light instantly appeared in his eyes, and then the vitality dissipated strangely and quickly.
Die quietly.
Su Lun conveniently harvested the souls of the two men, and the ins and outs of this conspiracy became immediately clear.
Although this guy had used magic to block some memories in order to prevent exposure, Su Lun still got what he wanted.
Pretty much what I thought before.
Su Lun murmured: "It turns out that the master of Merlin is really behind the capitulation faction. Haha, it's a good trick. He didn't interfere from the beginning to the end, letting these old nobles build bridges and pull strings, and eat both sides. Tsk tsk,
It’s quite a good idea.”
As he spoke, he held the black umbrella in his hand, and his soul perception already sensed the powerful soul fluctuations approaching quickly outside the manor.
Su Lun glanced sideways and said, "They should be three ninth-level Dharma Saints. It's a bit tricky, senior sister."
Mr. Jing's expression changed slightly at this time, but he still couldn't see any fear, "Well, leave it to me."
Su Lun smiled knowingly, raised his eyebrows and said, "Okay, then I'll break the formation first."
"Um."
Mr. Mirror nodded.
The moment she put down the tea cup, an extremely terrifying aura erupted from her body, and she pinched the magician's seal: "Field·Mirror Wheel of All Things!"
How terrifying is it for a ninth-level professional to unleash all of his domain?
The furniture in the living room couldn't bear it, and instantly turned into powder under the pressure of that terrifying force.
It was also the first time that Su Lun saw his senior sister in her prime after the ninth level. Her pupils shrank slightly and she praised with a smile: "Senior sister is so strong."
Mr. Jing glanced at him, already entering that absolutely indifferent mirror state, and said in a deep voice: "I'll attract their attention first."
Before she finished speaking, the mirror in the room flashed, and she disappeared on the spot.
Su Lun saw this and sensed the enemy's position. The space fluctuated and the whole person disappeared on the spot.
The magicians on the plane of gods didn't know what happened in the manor, but they sensed the sudden burst of powerful energy in the manor, and thought the target was about to run away, so they took action immediately.
Almost at the same time, a nine-pointed star holy light magic circle suddenly appeared in the sky.
If you prepare for a long time, there will be no room for the target to escape.
Chains of white light instantly weaved into a large net in the sky, sealing off the area around the villa for more than ten miles.
The ninth-level forbidden spell [Holy Shackles] is a large-scale sacred spell that has a huge damage bonus to dark creatures.
As soon as Mr. Jing came out, it was like she ran into a dense spider web, and her body was locked up by chains of holy light.
And it's not just a confinement, the nine-pointed star magic array in the sky is more like a condenser, concentrating the purple light in the sun that is extremely harmful to the vampires into the magic array.
The sun shone on Mr. Jing's skin, making a burning and horrifying sound, and the naked eye could see traces of burnt marks on the snow-white skin.
Even Mr. Jing frowned.
But it was completely cured in the blink of an eye.
In this situation, even if she wanted to leave, it would be difficult.
Moreover, those guys from the plane of gods not only prepared the magic array, but also personally came with three ninth-level magic saints!
The moment Mr. Mirror appeared, three magicians wearing magic cloaks rushed over from three directions. Their bodies were surrounded by unfathomable magical sanctuaries, and as soon as they struck, it was ninth-level magic.
"Supreme God of Light, I hereby pray to you for the forbidden curse of the power of light, the Judgment of Holy Light!"
"I traveled upstream in the long river of time to pry into the mystery of time. The great God gave me the secret method of witnessing the magic of time. Time stops!"
"Great omniscient god, wake up, the endless magic power sleeping in my blood. The secret of earth·100,000 gravity!"
Three mysterious magic spells were recited from their mouths, and majestic magic suddenly surged over the manor.
The Dharma Saint Opportunity has reached the pinnacle of human power, and ninth-level magic is instantly released from their mouths.
Both sides were at the ninth level, and without giving the other side any chance to react, the three magic spells headed towards Mr. Mirror, who was imprisoned by the magic circle.
The previous ambush failed because they underestimated Mr. Mirror's ability to copy images.
But after that fight, they also learned about Mr. Jing's special ability.
Mirror copy makes her almost invincible against any opponent.
But this time, they came to three ninth levels.
In other words, even if Mr. Mirror can block one, the other two are enough to kill her.
This plan is perfect.
Theoretically, it is enough to kill any ninth-level professional.
However, that was the old Mr. Mirror.
Not now!
Mr. Jing watched the three ninth-level magics coming towards her, her expression still calm and calm, but her eyes suddenly froze: "Colonial Costume·Mirror Image Kaleidoscope!"
In an instant, a bizarre scene took place.
Mr. Jing's body suddenly flashed with mirror light.
It was as if there were double images all around her body. The light and shadow flickered and suddenly split into three.
When I looked again, I saw three identical Mr. Mirrors!
This is not a simple mirror copy, but a mirror clone with the same breath.
At the same time that the three Mr. Mirrors appeared, they raised their hands and pinched the sorcerer's seal: "Mirror of the End: Mirror Image Collapse."
As soon as the sorcerers became mature, a transparent magic mirror appeared in front of them.
Almost at the same time, three magic spells hit.
But on the three mirrors, the ninth-level magic of time, earth, and holy light was copied at the same time, colliding with each other, and suddenly exploding in the sky.
This is not just a collision of magic formulas, but also a collision between high-level laws. The shock wave is not just a fluctuation in energy level, but it is as if the surrounding world has turned into a canvas, and someone has violently torn the canvas off
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The ripples of the collision of laws spread rapidly, and the first one to bear the brunt was Earl Russell's forest manor below.
The solid city wall was like a sand sculptured castle under this terrifying shock wave, instantly turning into crumbs inch by inch, and the beautiful garden was turned into ruins. And the snow-capped mountains behind the manor, gravel and snow also surged like a bursting embankment.
Whereabouts. The birds and animals in the forest were frightened, and before they had time to escape, they were killed in large swaths on the spot.
In the battle between the ninth level, the power of a move is to destroy the heaven and the earth!
The faces of the three Dharma Saints opposite also changed. They were very surprised that Mr. Jing was not injured?
What surprised them even more was that this man actually took over the combined special moves of the three of them at the same time?
Mr. Mirror was resisting three ninth-level magics. Looking at the enemy in front of him, the three mirror clones rushed towards a magic saint.
The battle instantly became intense.
On the other hand, Su Lun had teleported and appeared in the forest several miles away.
He saw Mr. Jing fighting one against three and still not losing at all, and exclaimed: "Senior sister, this ability is really strong."
The second solution [Mirror Guardian] can copy everything.
It may not be possible to copy one-on-one, but now with this [Mirror Kaleidoscope] colonial outfit, it is a perfect match.
Not to mention three, Su Lun felt that when his senior sister becomes stronger and can even copy herself ten or eight times, wouldn't it be ten or eight ninth level?
But Su Lun also saw it.
Although this ability is strong, it is easy to copy other people's things 50-50, but it is difficult to win.
With one against three, she also divided her strength into three, at least in a short period of time, there was no possibility of winning or losing.
Su Lun narrowed his eyes slightly and did not dare to delay at all.
He has not forgotten his mission.
Near the manor, there are at least nine eighth-level great magisters who are condensing a ninth-level forbidden spell-level magic array - [Sacred Shackles].
As long as this magic circle is solved, Mr. Mirror's combat power will be completely released.
At the same time, Su Lun raised his hand, the space fluctuated and several more people wearing gold-patterned cloaks appeared around him.
Pestoya, Pandora, Number Nineteen, Old Sword God Bartolo, "Blood Duke" Wordsworth, Mr. Black
Since the enemy has reinforcements, they will also have many dawns.
Although the Dawn Regiment does not have much combat strength above level eight, it is completely enough to deal with the current situation.
There is a large space teleportation array on the Evernight. For Su Lun, no matter where the ship is, going there just consumes a little more energy.
Originally, the magic circle formed by nine eighth-level great magisters was impeccable, and not even Mr. Mirror could escape.
But Su Lun has the [Ouroboros Time and Space Circle] in his hand, which also destined him to be able to walk sideways in the alchemical plane.
The enemy cannot deploy a magic circle that exceeds the upper limit of the plane laws, and any space restrictions are meaningless to him.
As soon as the members of the Dawn Group appeared, they looked at each other and nodded, then disappeared in an instant, each rushing towards a corner of the magic array.
From the first moment Su Lun saw the magic fluctuations, this magic circle had no secrets from him.
He has already arranged the battle plan. As long as the three corners of the formation can be broken instantly, the magic circle can be broken immediately.
Only then will the real war begin.
How terrifying is the power of the ninth level battle?
At the same time that fighting broke out at Earl Russell's Forest Manor, Clemington, dozens of kilometers away, seemed to be hit by a strong earthquake, and the ground shook.
For a time, the huge city was alarmed.
The weather is very good today, and professionals with good eyesight can even clearly see the terrifying movement like a volcanic eruption.
Mountains collapsed and large swaths of towering trees fell. Everyone immediately realized that there were top experts fighting there.
On the other hand, this emergency situation also reached the imperial capital Linton through various channels.
The senior officials of the United Empire received the news and were all greatly surprised.
They were curious, who was fighting?
There are currently only two ninth-level professionals in the alchemy plane known to me. One is Master Merlin, the number one worshiper in the palace, and the other is Mr. Mirror from the Dawn Organization.
Those well-informed big shots knew that Mr. Jing was injured. When they thought of the black market reward before, they immediately realized that Mr. Jing might have been ambushed by a conspiracy.
The big shots immediately realized something was wrong.
Being attacked in the hinterland of Luying, that is to say, the most important traitor in the empire took action!
Everyone knows that if Mr. Mirror is really ambushed, the traitors will inevitably unite with the enemies of the Celestial Plane to bring irreparable disastrous consequences to the empire, and the Alchemy Plane may be in ruins.
Almost immediately, countless military officials rushed to the palace, asking the emperor to send troops for reinforcements.
But no one had high hopes.
After all, the enemy had a premeditated ambush and specifically chose the southern Stormgar territory far away from the imperial capital.
If we really want to send reinforcements, I'm afraid it will be too late.
However, before the pessimism spread, a series of battle reports gradually dissipated the despair in the hearts of Linton senior officials, and gradually turned into surprises.
An ambush and assassination that was supposed to be over in a short time actually ended in a stalemate in darkness?
The news came and shocked everyone.
From the plane of gods came three ninth-level Dharma Saints, and at least nine eighth-level great magisters.
This is a terrifying force that can destroy any city except Linton.
However, what shocked everyone even more was.
The Dawn Organization actually used its strength to confront that legal group head-on!
And not only were they evenly matched, as real-time battle information came back one after another, everyone discovered that the Dawn Organization still had a chance of winning?
Although I don’t know why the Dawn Organization performed miracles, as soon as the news came back, the morale of the entire United Empire was greatly boosted.
However, this incident completely panicked the capitulationists in the imperial capital who secretly surrendered to the enemy.