The distance from the solitary bridge to the platform is not far. If you run with all your strength, you can reach the other end in just a few seconds. When Fang Plover arrived there, he glanced down and saw that the fallen spire was broken here.
It is connected to the far platform only by an iron chain as thick as an arm.
The iron chain stretched over the dark abyss, swaying, as if the platform and the lonely bridge were also shaking.
A normal person would probably be a little dizzy when he got here, but when Fang Plover looked back, it seemed that the Jeffrit red team was preparing to break out of the ghouls and chase them in their direction. And the ghouls soon followed.
Not only did they appear on the cliff, they also climbed up from the bridge below and surrounded them.
He knew that time was urgent, and he didn't have time to think too much. He only saw other people arriving behind him one by one. Then he turned around, grabbed the chain, and climbed towards the platform. About halfway to the distance, he suddenly raised his right hand.
He shot out a rocket flying fist and firmly grabbed the balcony of a building on the platform with a click of his claws.
The terrace was located on a spire, far higher than the horizontal position he was at. Fang Plover saw that the construct's glove was firmly grasped, and he held it tightly again to confirm that it was secure before starting the magic engine. The built-in reinforced glove
The small cable take-up squeaked and spun, and the cable suddenly became straightened. Only then did he let go of his hand and swing in that direction.
The distance of more than ten meters passed by in a flash. He secretly counted three, two, and one in his mind, then opened his claws, fell to the ground and rolled over before getting up. As soon as he got up, he saw two people wearing blood oath shirts.
Walking out of the ruins not far away.
It was probably because the main force was still on the Guqiao side, so the opponent never considered that the attack would come from the rear. The people left behind were not responsible for guarding against this direction, but the people who came to respond.
The two people probably thought that Fang Yu and others were coming to support them, so they waved to him: "Why are you here now? What happened over there?" Naturally, they also saw the corpse climbing up from the bottom of the cliff and attacking.
There was a scene of people on the edge of the cliff, but when I was about to ask in the team channel, I saw Fang Plover jumping down from the top.
But just as the two of them were about to step forward, their steps suddenly stopped. Fang Pulver looked at the flashing communication crystals in their hands and guessed that it was Jefflett's red team that had reported their information.
Sure enough, the communication crystals in their hands went out at the same time. When they looked up at him again, there was a look of uncertainty in their eyes, and at the same time they reached for the sword at their waists. Fang Yu had to retract his reinforced gloves with a 'click'
, and at the same time, he moved his hand forward, and dozens of magic buoys on the gimbal lit up at the same time, pointing in the direction of the two of them.
After all, combat craftsmen are a minority profession. The two of them didn't react for a moment when they saw his action. They only subconsciously pulled out their swords and wanted to fight. But what they never expected was that the attack did not come from the direction of the opponent but from the direction of the opponent.
Above and behind Fang Plover, there are two bright golden lines drawn out from the darkness.
They raised their heads and saw two extremely elegant women's armor-like structures, one on the left and one on the right, sliding down from above on iron chains, with a long blade drawn out from the contact point between the blade-shaped feet and the iron chains.
Sparks, and sparks flying, the two constructs jumped into the sky at the same time, taking advantage of the momentum to jump up from behind Fang Plover. In an instant, they jumped over a distance of more than ten meters, and stood upside down like tops before reaching the top of their heads.
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The two of them raised their heads together. Due to the limit on the number of people, the Blood Alliance carefully selected all the personnel to go here, none of whom were below level fifteen, and these two were naturally no exception. However, it was a pity that the two capable angels in Fang Plover's hands were very powerful.
It is not inferior to ordinary level 15 selectors, let alone under the circumstances of a surprise attack.
They only had time to make this move when they saw the two angels hanging upside down above their heads, and their blade-like feet drew a perfect circle in mid-air, falling steadily behind.
Only one of the two reacted quickly. He immediately turned around and raised his sword to block, just in time to block the first sword thrust by the capable angel.
But in a hasty blow, the opponent had lost his balance, and the blocking value was instantly reduced by half. The remaining part allowed him to block the two swords awkwardly, but the construct controlled by Fang Plover struck as fast as a single blow.
, on the third sword, he jumped forward and attacked quickly. One sword penetrated his defense line and pierced his heart.
The man fell to his knees with his mouth wide open, and the last thing he saw in his field of vision was the body of his companion. The man was stabbed from behind in the heart by the capable angel at the first moment.
There was a gurgling sound in his throat, as if he was questioning the owner of this place, the dragon Toragothos, didn't he say that this ghost place can only be entered by personnel below level fifteen?
After the capable angels, other people also came to the platform one by one. However, everyone in Silver Veslan looked at the two corpses lying on the platform, and then looked at the capable angels standing aside, and they couldn't help but
He glanced at the square plover on the side.
It’s not that Silver Vislan doesn’t have talented combat craftsmen, and there are also quite a few younger generations who can dual-control walkers, but those who can actually use them in actual combat are probably the only ones they’ve heard of or haven’t seen.
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But those people are likely to be the core of Silver Vislan's future brigade, one of their princess's true teammates in the second world.
What's more, as aliens, angels have higher computing power requirements than walkers, and guilds train combat craftsmen, which generally do not require aliens in the newcomer stage. Not to mention that they all seem to remember that the opponent should only obtain from them.
Can I get these two Angels?
"Doesn't this guy need to be familiar with strange constructs?"
This question couldn't help but arise in everyone's mind.
However, they mistakenly blamed Fang Plover. Fang Plover is naturally not a superman. He can skillfully use a completely unfamiliar construct. As far as he knows, there is no such person in Aitaria at least yet.
It has existed in the past, and it is foreseeable that it will not exist in the future.
It's just that the capable angel himself is a variant of the 'sword-wielding man', and the fighting methods and operating mechanisms of the two are not much different, and he already has a considerable understanding of the sword-wielding man. And more importantly, he actually uses more
Only by using the extra computing power to control these two Angels can we ensure that any mistakes made during use can be adjusted back in time.
Because the number of sword-wielders he could control was originally three, not two. The reason why he controlled two sword-wielders was because he only had two sword-wielders.
Parker and the box are very familiar with this, and they are no longer surprised by Fang Plover's abnormal control. Especially the Papal people, who are completely accustomed to flexible construction in the hands of combat craftsmen, can perform almost the same as real people or even better.
the fact of sensitivity.
And if he sees those so-called normal 'bump-and-bump' operations, he may even wonder, how can a flexible structure be so cumbersome?
But for others, this is still a common sense that transcends cognition, at least in the first world. This is not the flexible construction and combat craftsman they know. Even Sophie and the expression beside her have always been as plain as water.
The element made the girl look a little surprised.
The former even couldn't help but ask: "Ed, that operation of flying and hanging upside down, was it done accidentally by you?"
"That's more or less the case." Fang Yu thought for a moment and nodded.
However, Her Royal Highness the Princess of Silver Vislan is thinking about the balance ability in mid-air. The center of gravity and attitude adjustment of the flexible structure in the air have always been difficult areas for combat craftsmen to operate. This does not mean that you can jump however you want.
, in fact, it requires the combat craftsman himself to adjust the subtle postures and movements of the construct at all times to balance the center of gravity.
Otherwise, not to mention fighting, even landing intact is a problem. There are really a lot of guys who can control the flat sand and falling wild goose style in the battle.
Therefore, for ordinary combat craftsmen, floating operations such as jumping are not recommended for general land-based structures. Even if there are, most of them are formulas that have been studied thoroughly by predecessors. Among these formulas, the construct should
How to take off, how to balance, how to land, every detail is deconstructed and explained clearly, and successors often need repeated training and memorization before they can master it.
She is naturally well-informed in the Silver Vislan, and she roughly knows the scope of the combat craftsmen's capabilities. In fact, in order to prepare for the enemies they may face in the future, the Silver Vislan will specifically train those who have retired and those who are close to retirement every training quarter.
A professional selector came to explain the combat methods of those well-known selectors to a core genius like her.
There are also top combat craftsmen among them. In Sophie's opinion, Fang Pultru's previous operations are already very close to the high-end skills of dexterity-type construction. This skill itself is not a problem, but Fang Plot only got the Angel of Power to allow them to enter this field.
It's a little too outrageous.
But after hearing Fang Yu's answer, she breathed a sigh of relief, thinking that fortunately the other party did not exceed her imagination.
But what the princess didn't expect at all was that what Fang Plover actually thought was that if it weren't for the speed of rushing down from the iron chain, it would really be difficult for him to make the angel perform such perfect movements. As for rebalancing and other adjustments,
Wouldn't it be better in a few times?
"We have to hurry."
Fang Yu looked back and saw that there were more and more ghouls on the cliff. It was difficult for the Jefflite red team to break out of their siege for a while, but the ghouls were not high-level undead after all.
It's only a matter of time before it comes up.
What's more, those ghouls are not just targeting the people on the cliff over there. In fact, they have already chased them in this direction along the iron chain. There are still a lot of them. They are agile in their movements, and they may be able to climb up the platform in a short time.
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Moreover, the other party has obviously already sent a message to the people on the platform. If it were later, they would lose the suddenness of the surprise attack.
"In which direction is Miss Sylvide?" the box asked.
"I think it's in the southwest." A Silver Vislan ranger came up and replied, "That's where the sound of the previous battle came from."
Fang Yu nodded after hearing this, and put away the clockwork goblin. The platform was filled with smoke, and his clockwork goblin was of little use in this place, but fortunately Silver Vislan's scouts were powerful.
On the other side of the battlefield.
The smoke has not dissipated, and there is still a faint smell of burning in the air.
Sylvide looked at the sword on her neck with some calmness. The blade was slender and cold, and the surface reflected bright reflections. Not far away, rows of gunmen were holding up magic guides in their hands.
Gun, somewhat cautiously, sealed off the place from all sides. Facing the black muzzle of the gun, the girl turned back and calmly said to the others around her:
"Put down your weapons."
"Miss," the men in black were a little anxious.
"Don't worry," Sylvide replied with a normal expression: "They won't take action yet."
The men in black looked at each other in confusion, but looking at the sword on Sylvide's neck, they could only follow his words and drop the weapons in their hands one by one.
As soon as they disarmed, men from the Jefflite Red Team came up from behind and forced them to lean aside with swords and firearms, forcing them to hold their heads in their hands and kneel on the ground. The men in black gritted their teeth, but Hill
Wade said nothing, and they could only act accordingly.
After everyone was disarmed, the leader with the sword on Sylvide's neck raised his chin and signaled the members of the Blood Oath around him to carry the opponent's suitcase over.
The man looked at Sylvester with a bit of lust. He was even in a trance for a moment. He actually stood in front of her and stopped, but was scolded by the former: "What are you doing? Have you never seen a woman? Be careful, don't
Get close to her!"
Probably because he felt a little sorry for losing face, the man picked up his suitcase and kicked the corpse of the rat man lying on the ground angrily, before returning to the former. Sylvide squinted at the other man's actions.
A glance, but no words.
"Open the suitcase and take out the things." The former said.
The man did as he was told, but was dumbfounded. He rummaged around in the suitcase for a while, but found nothing. In his eagerness, he tore open the lining of the suitcase, but it was still empty. He was a little confused.
He raised his head anxiously and shouted: "There is nothing inside."
"How is that possible?" The former was slightly startled.
"Really," the man opened the suitcase and poured out everything inside. It was just some bits and pieces of women's clothing, mirrors and cosmetics, as well as some trivial small items. But apart from these things, the suitcase
It's empty inside.
The former then raised his head and his voice became colder: "Miss Sylvide, it seems that you have made up your mind that we don't dare to attack you?"
Sylvide smiled slightly: "I don't think so at all. In fact, you can do it."
But before she could finish her words, she couldn't help but groan. It turned out that the man tightened his grip on his hand, and the sword blade left a bloody mark on her snow-white neck.
At the same time, the man took a step forward, reached for her hair, and knocked her down to the ground. Sylvester was caught off guard and screamed in pain, but the man seemed to have no intention of showing mercy and stepped on her.
Looking at the wound on her shoulder, Sylvester gritted her teeth and let out a low groan, and tears fell out of her eyes.
Upon seeing this, the men in black roared and struggled to stand up, trying to resist, but after a gunshot was heard, some people fell into a pool of blood.
"Don't move!" Sylvester endured the pain and shouted softly.
The man didn't look away, looked at her coldly, and then asked: "Be sensible, Miss Sylvide, I don't want to be rough with you, hand over the things."
Sylvide was silent for a moment, her face already stained with blood. She carefully tightened the objects in her hands and underneath her body, and replied softly: "Then you have to let me get up."
But that person obviously didn't believe her.
He shook his head: "I know very well that you can't do anything wrong, Miss Sylvide. I can let you get up, but I have to teach you a lesson." After that, he raised his hand and slashed at the noble girl's other side with a sword.
One hand.
But with this sword attack, he killed an entire person.
He seemed to hear an exclamation.
Then a bright sword blade came into his sight. The sword was slender and gorgeous, as if it was forged from a whole piece of cold steel. The shiny surface could even reflect his somewhat frightened eyes.
The sword blade moved forward slowly, crossing with his sword.
He subconsciously pulled out his hand, but in a flash of cold light, he felt that his hand was empty. To be precise, it was not that his hand was empty, but that the entire right forearm was broken at the elbow. The break was smooth and flat, and it seemed that the blood vessels could be vaguely slowed down.
After closing, countless blood beads are seeping out, and then merge into a blood spring.
He screamed and stepped back, watching helplessly as his severed hand flew far away and rolled to the ground. Then a second sword blade appeared in the void, and he finally realized what it was that was invisible.
ability.
But what appeared in front of him was clearly a light and elegant structure.
He tried his best to back away, his poor imagination still thinking about what kind of construct had the ability to be invisible, but a huge fist was already reflected in his field of vision.
"Get out of my way!"
Fang Yu roared angrily and punched the man on the nose. The flying fist sprayed from close range knocked the man away with his twisted face, and hit the wall not far away before bouncing back.
Fall back to the ground.
Sylvide, who was lying on the ground, was slightly startled. At that moment, she thought she was hearing something.
But suddenly, she felt her body lighten, and someone had already pulled her up from the ground with great strength, without any feeling of mercy. The noble girl couldn't help coughing violently, but her face couldn't help but
He looked relaxed, even a little surprised.
"Miss Sylvide, you owe me an explanation."
Fang Plover's angry voice came from above.
Sylvester felt someone turn her around, and then she saw the somewhat innocent face.
Childish and immature.
But at least it's firm and reassuring.
She smiled weakly: "What do you want to hear, Captain...?"
"There are many things, but you have gone too far this time, Miss Sylvide."
Fang Plover replied with a dark face.
He used his hand to guide them, and two powerful angels stood next to them, one behind the other.
There was a roaring sound of a magic gun, but before the flames and projectiles could get closer, they were already blocked by an invisible force field shield.
Sylvester closed her eyes slightly in his arms and whispered:
"OK."
"My Lord Captain"
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