Terraeche stretched out nightmare-like tentacles from under its feathers, reaching out to every knight around. It spread its wings under Jita's control, and the surging shadow rolled over like a tide.
Its seven eyes towered above its head, like blood in the shadows, reflecting everyone in its sight.
But its attack made the knights notice something unusual. The knight who was rolled up by the tentacles struggled hard and escaped from the shackles of the shadow. When the trembling commander saw this scene, a trace of dismay flashed in his eyes.
With a ray of belief, he got up from the ground, picked up a sword from the ground, and slashed at a tentacle extending towards him.
He was just testing, but the tentacles of the shadow snapped in response, and the commander froze on the spot. The streets were in chaos, and almost every knight was struggling to resist, so this subtle detail was not noticed by Jita.
The strength of the phantom summoned from the story is naturally hundreds of times weaker than the original body, but even so, it still requires her full concentration. Sweat beads seeped out from her fair face, and fell in bunches. Miss Naturalist bit
Clenching her teeth, this was almost the most difficult phantom she had ever summoned. The fragments and knowledge in her mind seemed to be swallowing her up, but she thought that as long as she persisted a little longer, others would be safer.
.
"That's just an illusion!"
After the commander stood stunned for a moment, he woke up as if from a dream. He suddenly remembered what kind of person he was fighting against, and subconsciously looked back at the hotel there, "It's that damn witch, she lied to us.
Everyone!" But few heard his call, and the knights were running away, let alone the unreliable mercenaries.
The commander tried in vain to stop the others, but to no avail, everyone just dispersed like the tide. He had no choice but to grab his sword and rush towards the phantom alone, but at this moment the King of Crows, Terra Echi,
The figure suddenly became insubstantial, and the shadows that made up its body spread out like mist.
Jita felt dizzy and let go of the book. She staggered and slid against the wall. The magic book also hit the floor with a bang, raising a cloud of dust. Miss Naturalist looked annoyed.
Come, look at your magic book, bite your lip, but you can't move for a moment.
She raised her head and asked in a weak voice: "Has everyone escaped?"
But on the terrace, Parker was looking up. He suddenly turned around and opened his mouth. For a moment, he didn't know how to describe it.
"Well, there seems to be some changes in the plan..."
The commander was watching in disbelief as the Crow King disappeared into thin air in front of him. With a look of excitement in his eyes, he suddenly shouted to the others: "Look, it's gone..."
The knights finally noticed this change and stopped. They turned around, but they didn't know what happened for a while. But when everyone's eyes were attracted by this scene, Alyssa in the room listened.
There was a deep sound, and Luo Yu, who was standing on the other side of the street, also raised his head, and their eyes reflected a tiny black dot that covered the sky and appeared in the sky.
Alyssa lowered her head at this time and looked at the knights on the street, thinking that now you are the most beautiful.
"The leader is here."
She pressed the communication crystal and sent the message.
May and the maid were walking out of the hotel side by side. No one seemed to have noticed them yet. The two of them looked at the chaotic streets. Only then did Miss Knight turn around and said to Siesta beside her: "Mr. Ed just talked to
I said, he will be here soon."
But Siesta was noncommittal. She raised her head, her light purple eyes staring silently into the air. The adventurers who came out behind followed her gaze and finally saw those small things behind the smoke, so it was them.
, it was not the knights of the Crow Claw Temple who discovered this scene first.
"Look what that is!?"
Someone couldn't help shouting.
But the small black objects in the sky had already swooped down. They divided into two torrents, about thirty or forty of them. Only then did people see each individual in the torrent clearly, the dark red ones, like elongated ones.
An octahedral-like fusiform structure.
What is obvious is the construct. Their wings are shining in the mid-air, like stars that are bright and dark. There are only clockwork fairies in constructs the size of Etalia, but people have never seen this before.
Looks like a 'goblin'.
Is it a variant of the Clockwork Fairy?
But their action trajectories are not like the biggest impression people have on this kind of small constructs, which is the battle where Elite became famous in the second world. That was its most glorious moment: Fairy Wall, Global Vision.
But even that net that watches everything above the sky is several miles wide.
As for clockwork fairies who are good at investigation, they are rarely or should be said to be almost never used together.
The sound in the sky was now close to the limit that ordinary people could hear. Finally, someone with keen hearing among the knights noticed something. They raised their heads and looked into the air, with surprise in their eyes. And at that moment, blood and
fire has come
For Gray Knights, who are generally only around level 17 or 18, the Sunfire Ray is not enough to kill them with one blow, but it is enough to make them lose their combat effectiveness. Without any defense, the scorching fire burned directly through the knights.
His right arm caused his sword hand to fall to the ground. The man screamed, lost his center of gravity and fell backwards.
And this is just the beginning.
Before anyone else could react, a web of fire crisscrossed down from the mid-air. The moment was like purgatory, with beams of light flashing and disappearing. The gray knights who were caught off guard fell down one by one, wailing. But they
That's not the worst part. The magic armor on his body still has some protective capabilities. The real unlucky ones are the mercenaries who escaped far away.
For the Clockwork Fairy, there is no difference in distance. As long as it is within the limit of the magic range, it is the first target of attack.
The dazzling light, like golden rain pouring down, burned through the soft human body and turned it into ashes. The mercenaries who lacked protection were almost penetrated by the straight light, and the high temperature ignited their thick skin.
The thick clothing material burned into a pillar of fire in an instant.
This scene was like a divine punishment coming to the world. The adventurers were dumbfounded. They only looked at the changed battlefield. People even forgot to take pictures of it all.
Even Fang Plover was a little surprised by the power displayed by this combination. Although they are almost certainly not as durable and stable as the Lancers, the suddenness of the first round of intensive strikes, as well as the goblin structure itself
Flexibility more than makes up for it all.
Even further…
Starting from the simple battle elf in the dwarf drawings, to the silver swarm of Istania.
Today, the structure he built with his own hands and the dark stars he saw in Xia Jin Tower seemed to finally be revealed in this world.
He still doesn't know if it is really the legacy of the Numerin elves, but there is no doubt that the plan to fight the goblins is absolutely feasible. Today's battle is enough to prove this. Although they are far from what he is there.
The "complete form" of the fighting fairy shown in the dark stars as seen in the illusion.
But at least it should have a place.
The bloody evil star is rising slowly, hanging high above everyone's head.
Fang Plover stared at the multiple different fields of view in the camera lens, like those under the compound eyes of an insect, and calmly gave the attack instructions. After a round of attacks, the blood-red stars immediately scattered in all directions, chasing those who had escaped.
The second round of attack. Every time the interlaced lights flash, a life will almost certainly be taken away.
Alyssa also didn't expect that this was probably the first time she had seen her captain have such a side. She raised her head and looked at this scene. It was not impulsiveness, but incomparable calmness, countless emotions.
The dark red constructs are following a trajectory that cannot be copied. Each one seems to have its own soul and will, and is an independent individual.
It is like a collection of consciousness on the battlefield. It is watching everything calmly and controlling everything. With one person, it becomes an army. The enemy is not its opponent. Its opponent from beginning to end is only itself.
Alyssa thought with some surprise that she seemed to have noticed this detail:
"Ed seems a little angry."
"Mr. Ed seems a little angry?"
Mei Yi was also saying in a childish voice to Shesta who was standing aside. She could not read people's hearts, but she could vaguely understand the meaning behind Fang Plover's series of operations.
The maid lady remained silent and did not speak. She only looked behind a window on the second floor of the hotel without leaving any trace, and remembered everything she saw in the refugee camp, which made her understand the reasons behind it all. She put down her hands.
, but the silent gaze was also a little softer in a rare way.
The knights had been completely shaken, not to mention the mercenaries, who had been in a state of collapse from the beginning. They could only escape, but Fang Plover had no intention of letting these people go. He could have let these people go, but
These people did not deserve his pity, not to mention the other party's behavior of taking away Sylvide, which had completely angered him.
He doesn't need to say it.
He also doesn’t understand what the so-called prophecy means.
But he can at least let these people know what it means to offend a combat craftsman.
"Besides, some people don't know." Thrush watched this scene from a distance. He had already received the news from the people in Chenguang and hurried over, but what he saw was just this scene. The dark man in his hand
On the crystal, a dark red light was flashing at the moment: "He is not just excellent."
The thrush listened to the girl's voice coming from it, and was silent for a long time before speaking: "He's causing a big mess now."
"Thrush, are you saying that the Crow's Claw Temple won't let it go?"
"I mean it's not just this trouble," the young man shook his head slightly, "not to mention it's not just the Crow Claw Temple, there will probably be a lot of people who are looking for trouble for him... The alliance will react, not to mention the fact that there are...
Descendants of Lore," he sighed, "Your Highness, you have caused me a big trouble this time..."
"So I said I owe you a favor. In fact, he has always been very good at causing trouble. He has caused countless troubles in the past." Sophie smiled, and her avatar appeared next to the young man, and through
Screen, and the former silently watched the patches of dark red light in the distance.
"The descendant of Flor has indeed been looking for this opportunity, but I believe he should be able to handle it. If you get in touch with him, you will find out what is special about this person," she said after a moment of silence.
He said, "He's become more powerful again."
"Compared to the time in Vanrich?"
"No, more than ever."
The thrush turned around and looked at the little princess: "Your Highness, do you think so highly of him?"
"So remember what people said about loofah?"
"extraordinary?"
Sophie smiled and said: "Odin thinks he is similar to loofah, and Ming has the same opinion, but I am not that easy. Have you heard of the Dance of the Fairies? I think he is the person closest to that person, you know?
, some people are rebels, but some people are destined to walk on a lonely road."
"You don't mean..." Thrush looked at her in disbelief.
Sophie nodded slightly.
"The Road of Ten Kings."
…
The commander was hoarse, and he was almost the only one left resisting on the battlefield. Fang Pliance did not choose to kill him. He watched helplessly as those dark red constructs flew away after two rounds of attacks, but that did not mean the end.
.
They rose into the air, and then returned one by one to the black shadows parked there, back to the tall, motionless structures holding spears, and merged with them. People raised their heads and watched.
There are more than twenty arrogant knights hanging in the air, holding long spears and pointing directly at the sky.
The streets were silent, and people didn't know what to say at this moment.
"It's a great craftsman..."
"Their leader is at least a great craftsman..."
"Idiot," the commander's voice was hoarse and he looked at the others with blood-red eyes: "We have to break out. It takes time for the construct to recharge. His attack only has two rounds... We must seize this opportunity."
But the question is, will the other party let them go?
It seems that no one in this adventure group is easy to mess with.
But the remaining knights at least understood it. If they didn't resist, the fate would be the same. Anyway, the starlight still exists, and it's just a matter of resurrection. You have to give it a try. Who knows?
What was the result?
In desperate situations, the people on the battlefield finally found their courage. The knights tightened their swords, and the mercenaries finally found a reason to fight. The air was filled with a thick smell of blood, and they lined up in array.
, tentatively walked forward.
In the direction of the hotel, neither Siesta nor Mei stopped these people. Ori's teachings prevented his knights from killing those who gave up resistance. It was obvious that the other party would not attack them again. Besides, Mei remembered
The only two experiences I had with Fang Plover were practicing battles.
She put down her halberd, feeling a little unsure for a moment whether she should remind these people what kind of opponent they were facing.
As for the maid, without orders, she was as indifferent as a stone sculpture.
The commander finally vaguely saw the person appearing behind him through the rolling snow. Although he was a little curious about why the other people on the other side didn't take this opportunity to attack them, he couldn't care less at the moment. The mission was
It was a complete defeat, but he at least wanted to get a decent victory.
or fail
He swung his sword forward and roared: "Up!"
The knights also let out a low shout. They praised the storm, praised the person who gave them honor, and praised Aidanlian and the Supreme Lord. They raised their swords high and then launched a charge.
The only charge organized by the knights in this battle.
Above the street, there was a silver light shining, which was the light connected by the knights' armor.
But what waited behind the wind and snow were only long, dark shadows, and the sheathed knives in their hands. Amidst the low roar, little red lights lit up one after another behind the wind and snow, hunting dragons.
The light shining under people's pointed helmets is like a reflection in the knights' nightmare.
Then, there was a neat and uniform sword light. Under the gaze of people's incredible eyes, the knights rushing through the street, in that sword light, in a bizarre posture, moved at twice the speed of the previous ones.
, flew back from the wind and snow. The broken armor, and a flash of bright red blood, and the human limbs fell back like a rain of blood.
They clattered to the ground, splattering the commander with blood and internal organs.
In the midst of silence, the commander of the Crow's Claw Temple held his sword, staggered back two steps, and then sat down on the ground.
He was wearing a helmet because he couldn't see the expression on his face clearly, but the light in his eyes was almost dull, and he couldn't help but make a gurgling sound from his throat.
But Fang Plover only looked at this man silently, and slowly walked out from behind the dragon hunter. He passed by the former, but the commander acted as if he hadn't heard anything, and just sat on the ground blankly.
Fang Yu didn't look at the other party, and continued to walk forward, passing through the messy streets. There was a pungent smell of burning in the air. He watched from a distance as the corpses on the street were evaporating into stars.
Dots of white light rose into the sky. He stared at the white light for a long time until it disappeared. It was very different from the resurrection of the Dragon Worshipers in his impression.
But putting aside his doubts about the Crow's Claw Temple, Fang Plover turned around and saw Sylvide appearing at the door of the hotel. At that moment, his eyes seemed to soften, and looking at the latter, he seemed to be relieved.
Like a heavy burden, stop and stand where you are.
She then walked through the crowd, came to him with light steps, looked at him with light blue eyes, with a soft and reassuring expression on her face, smiled slightly, stretched out her hand, and held it gently
his hand.
Even through a layer of glove fabric, Fang Plover could feel the coldness and tenderness of that hand.
"They didn't do anything to you, did they?" he asked.
There was a smile in Sylvester's eyes.
"What do you think?"
Not far away, Alyssa was looking at their leader with a bit of fun, a look of embarrassment appeared on her face, and she scratched her head.
The Papalar people upstairs were cursing at the moment:
"That guy didn't even come to ask how we were doing."
