At first they were friends, respected and followed; later they were enemies, hated and despaired; in the end they were old friends, remembered and lamented. In our hypocritical and cruel world, there is no shortage of dramas of antagonism, at least they were in the square of Rosting City.
Repeatedly performed in front of the street, sometimes in the play, sometimes outside the play, it fully illustrates that the blending of fiction and reality is the artistic charm of drama, but at least the actors who have participated in it personally do not think so.
Saint Xalia's breathing sound was softer than the tide in the deep sea, her small nose flapped slightly, and her warm breath was filled with frosty white mist in the low temperature of the night. She felt that her body temperature was slowing down like a cold patient.
Slowly rising, even the voice was slightly trembling: "Then can you tell me about this Miss Xia Tisi?"
She wants to know what kind of person the other person is. She also wants to know why she feels familiar to her.
Feier lost some interest in talking. She shook her head: "It's just some old things that are not worth mentioning now. Maybe I will tell you when we chat in private, but it's not appropriate now."
After she finished speaking, she turned her gaze to the young man aside: "Have you considered it, Mr. Ringer, do you want to accept my invitation and join the Witches' Association? If you are willing to agree, you will really help me solve a huge problem.
Please, I will thank you very much."
So everyone's eyes were focused on this young man, waiting for him to use a simple word, yes or no, to decide the direction of the next plot. Even so, Ringer's purpose at the beginning was just to delay
It was just a matter of time to gather information, so naturally it was impossible to have other ideas. He was silent for a while and then replied: "I'm sorry, I have no plans to become an executioner for the time being."
This not-so-subtle rejection made Feier sigh. She was not surprised, but felt very regretful: "I was somewhat lucky at first, but it turns out that if people put their hopes on illusory probabilities, they will eventually get what they want.
The result will most likely disappoint you."
She turned around in disinterest and said to Dickens: "In order to prevent my mood from getting worse, I think I don't want to stay here anymore. Maybe driving a steam chariot for a spin in the swamp would be a good way to vent my anger."
As for the matter here, I leave it to you, Dickens. And——"
She lowered her voice so that the next words could only be heard by a few close subordinates around her: "If possible, try to capture the target first, and do not harm their lives until it is absolutely necessary."
Dickens said: "I will try my best, but with all due respect, the possibility of success is unlikely. After all, the resistance of the guests seems to be very strong."
As if to confirm his words, when Feir turned around, Neville, who had been waiting for a long time, suddenly shouted: "Linge!"
As she finished speaking, she grabbed the star-shaped crystal dagger that had been hidden in her sleeve with her left hand, and without hesitation cut the wrist of her right hand. The strange scarlet blood immediately poured out. It was obviously just a slight wound.
, but there seemed to be a raging and roaring blood-red river hidden under her large and complicated rose lace sleeves. The gurgling blood dyed her pale skin and gorgeous dress, and coated her whole body with a layer of blood.
Thrilling and magnificent crimson. Amidst the deadly fragrance that is so rich that it is suffocating, the blood river rushes into the night sky and quickly splits into countless huge bats with a wingspan of more than three meters wide. They send out sharp screams towards the surrounding enemies.
Pounce.
The giant bat falling from the sky casts a ghastly shadow. The ugly face, which is completely condensed with blood and has no mouth and nose, gives people an indescribable sense of oppression just by looking at it. Intangible fear wells up in the heart, even if it is covered by a solid and thick body.
Protected by heavy armor, the knights still felt panic and fear. Almost driven by instinct, they launched an attack on the bats in the sky. The sound of the magic gun's trigger being pulled was messy and inconsistent, as if it sounded in the night.
The noisy noise, the dazzling blue light beams cut through the night, penetrated the giant bats falling from the sky, tore them into a rain of blood all over the sky, but more bats were still born from the blood, and rushed towards them one after another.
His enemy launched a suicidal attack. For a moment, the entire sky was occupied by a swarm of blood-red bats, and the endless and disturbing howls of bats echoed around the ears, which were sharp enough to pierce the eardrums.
,shatter the cochlea.
The magic knights united by the religious orders are well-trained. Generally speaking, it is impossible to launch an attack rashly without receiving clear instructions, let alone being at a loss because the enemy's offensive is too fierce. But this is what the vampires do
The essence of blood magic: not only monsters are often born from blood, but also negative emotions such as fear and panic, which will swallow up the sanity of normal people and gradually make them fall into a state of madness.
Only the robot that looks like a huge pair of silver-white knight armor can remain calm under Neville's blood magic, because the materials that make up the steel body include not only the common Oliha metal and mithril metal, but also other materials.
A more precious magic-guiding metal: double-check diffraction crystal, which has the properties of one-way blocking and one-way conduction, and can block magic factors from invading the inside of the body. Therefore, it has a good protective effect against mental attacks. Even if every
The body structure of Taiwan's constructed robot only contains relatively rare double-core diffraction crystal components, but with the abundant energy injection from the core metal, it can still effectively resist the spiritual offensive from a demigod vampire.
This is a magic-guiding metal with a huge gap between the upper and lower conductivity limits. It is said that if more than one million O'S of magic power is injected, each unit volume of the double-check diffraction crystal can even have hundreds of times more power than Oliha Gang metal and mithril.
The upper limit of conduction means that it is more suitable for those large-scale magic weapons. In fact, the main material of the core layer of the most secret Holy Creation Machine series of armors within the association is this type of magic-guided metal, which can
It is completely immune to any form of mental attacks and magic fluctuations, and the Oriha Gang metal and Mithril metal only form a physical protective layer outside the body.
The mechanized troops that maintained their intact formation received the firing order from temporary commander Ronning Lavelle, so some of them jumped toward the ground. The wingsuit system on their backs spurted out star-blue flames, like a large group of silver-white birds.
Meteors riding fire fell from the sky, and the dazzling magic particles drew a graceful arc in the long river of blood surrounding the night sky; while another part of the mechas took the initiative to rise in height and moved the magic cannons on their shoulders down to their arms.
Assembled into a temporary turret, calibrated the position and launched a bombardment. Deafening dark beams of light roared out from the hexagonal barrel, like countless gorgeous holy guns falling to the ground. Each bombardment shattered countless
The screaming bat evaporated all the blood that made up its body, and the air was filled with the faint scent of roses after the blood was diluted.
The swarm of bats that blocked the sky cleared a path, and the constructors armed with huge ship-cutting knives and heavy serrated shields flew through the air, cutting through the howling night wind. The magic furnace, which was tightly protected by the chest armor, was roaring.
The "acceleration plug-in" that can instantly overload the body's speed function was activated with maximum power. At this time, they swooped down at a speed that even exceeded the limit that the human eye can capture, as if they were transformed into countless rays of shining silver light.
After a fleeting moment, he landed in front of the enemy, raising the weapon in his hand high. The temperature of the ship-cutting sword driven by the magic furnace rose, and the cold blade gradually changed from silver-white to boiling red, and a streak of
A twisted stream of steam hissed out, and the sound of tearing the air was like a suddenly broken string, crisp and harsh.
Oveira's face was a little pale when illuminated by the cold armor. She turned around subconsciously, hugged Metien and Xemmi into her arms, and used her body to help them block the incoming blade.
"They are just a group of weaklings who rely on the power of weapons." Neville dismissed the blade that was so close, with a look of contempt in her eyes: "The power of a magic weapon is not the power of a magician." She fluttered her wings, and the blood-red light blade passing under the bat wings instantly swept across every construct in sight, leaving deep scars on the surface of their solid bodies. At the same time, her figure
Passing at low altitude, he quickly rushed to the nearest constructor, easily dodging the falling ship-cutting knife, and his soft white palm tore open the pieces of Oliha Gang Metal and Mithril as easily as tearing paper.
The metal armor layer was tightly protected. After groping for the location of the magic furnace, he lightly squeezed it. A low roar like a steam explosion was instantly heard from the body of the constructing robot. The eye armor flashed with a faint green fluorescent "sight".
"Sensor plug-in" also lost its luster and fell into darkness.
The silver-eyed countess lifted it up with one hand and threw the scrapped robot to his companions as if it were trash. The heavy machine suddenly knocked down several robots around it, and while they were
Before she could react, the Countess rushed forward again and repeated her old tricks. She single-handedly held back this elite mecha unit, while also causing the Magic Knights unit to fall into brief chaos.
As early as when Linger pretended to talk to Feir to delay time, she began to secretly accumulate strength and wait for the moment of explosion, because she knew that the battle could not be avoided, and only a head-on confrontation could give her a chance to escape. Never underestimate one.
The strength of a demigod vampire, not to mention that this demigod vampire has lived longer than any other vampire in the world. Her combat wisdom has been honed through countless lives and deaths.
However, this is only a short-term advantage. The well-trained religious order troops may be put at a disadvantage due to temporary unpreparedness, but the rigorous training they have received ensures that they can quickly find a way to reverse the situation under any adverse conditions.
And clear instructions from their superiors can allow them to unleash unimaginable combat effectiveness.
Therefore, Neville knew very well that the key to whether she could seize this short-term advantage and open a way to escape was not herself, but... Ringer.