Security measures at the Armed Forces Department of the Imperial Military Academy are very strict, and heavily armed security personnel patrol the perimeter of the Armed Forces Department day and night to prevent some secret research of the Armed Forces from leaking out.

Fortunately, Professor Russell had already greeted the doorman in advance before Al arrived, so he only interrogated him a few words, and after confirming his identity, he allowed Al to enter the interior of the Armed Forces, but only in some places open to the public.

Led by the security personnel, Al stepped through the iron-blue door.

As soon as he entered the Armed Forces, he had a familiar feeling hovering around, and the smell of steel wafted through the air, as if he had brought El back to the town of Nack.

The high walls of barbed wire, the gasoline drums in the corners, the steel wrapped in giant tarpaulin, and the red "No Entry" signs, everything here seems rough and wild.

The internal layout of the Ministry of Armed Forces is simple and straightforward, different departments are divided into different places, efficient and orderly, and each small building has its own number to represent different division of labor functions, but Al can't understand it.

The well-trained security personnel didn't talk to Al much, he just took Al straight outside the minister's office and quickly left.

Unlike other buildings that were constantly making noises, the Minister's office was so quiet that no noise could be heard from outside the door, and Al knocked lightly on the door, but no one answered.

Strange, isn't Professor Russell here? Or have they gone somewhere else?

Al knocked on the door again suspiciously, and the strange thing was that the door seemed to be unlocked, and it slowly opened by itself, and Al hurriedly took two steps back and looked around the room.

The office wasn't as full of papers and books as he had hoped, and what appeared to Al was a small arsenal of small weapons.

Behind the wide seat is a map of land and sea, with thin lines that recur and recur, the territory of the Empire's pre-disintegrated Empire's ace "Oracle Expeditionary Force", the iron hooves of the empire once reached east to the heart of the desert region, and to the south into the Mangyuan Mountains of Ten Thousand Mountains, which were once the territory of the dwarves.

With well-preserved arquebuses hanging from parchment wallpaper, gleaming Saxon knives crossed and a good buckskin spread on the mahogany floor, this retro style gives the feeling of entering a pirate regiment.

"Professor Russell?" Al whispered outside the door, but no one answered.

Al bravely walked in, the solid wood floor squeaked when he stepped on it, and after entering the room, Al found an old wooden stump on one side of the door, drawings and books about weapon designs scattered on top of it, and a side door in the corner was black holed, with occasional blue flashes.

"Is the Minister of Anglo here?" asked Al as he peered through the side door.

"Click," the wooden floor sagged slightly as Al stepped on the deerskin, making the sound of gears turning.

Oh no! Al's heart sank, and he seemed to anticipate something bad.

Sure enough, the changes in the room in the next second confirmed his conjecture.

The door behind him and the side door in front of him slammed shut with hinges, the candles went out, and the room without light immediately fell into chaos.

"What's the matter!" Al walked quickly to the closed door, the cold touch of steel between his fingers, and he groped around to find no gaps.

Before Al could react from the shock, the sound of mechanical transmission was heard directly in front of the room and in the left and right directions at the same time, and the "click" sound was definitely not the sound of welcoming guests.

"Anyone?!I'm Al, let me out!" Al's eyes were pitch black, and he could only shout desperately, "Professor Russell, can you hear me?"

It wasn't the voice of a human that responded to Al, but the sound of sharp arrows tearing through the air, and by instinct Al bent down suddenly, "Ding Ding Ding", and three arrows almost hit the iron door against Al's back, and the shattered sparks flew into the air.

"What are you doing?!!Kill someone?" Al wanted to scold angrily, even if I wasn't welcome to drive me away, what a big feud, didn't you want to do such a ruthless hand?

Without much time to think about what to do, the sound of the bowstring slowly tightening sounded in Al's ears again, and with a rough impression of the placement of items in the room from memory, Al rolled over and rolled behind the stake.

"Boom, boom" three more times, this time the bolt was firmly nailed to the stake.

"It's over, my God!" Al clung to the stake, his heart pounding.

"Click," the familiar sound of gearing came from inside the stake again, and Al's heart instantly rose to his throat again, and he clearly felt the stake behind him move and close.

Without hesitation, Al lunged forward, the cold blade slicing through the place where he had been, and several steel machetes were hidden in the stake.

"Perverted! Is this an office or an execution ground!" Al leaned against the corner, his concentration intense, his eyes scrambling for potential danger in the deep darkness.

What the hell is going on here, is it true that the people of the Armed Forces Department are so welcoming to the guests? If you don't do it, you will be killed. Although Al didn't say it, he had already greeted the so-called Minister of Armed Forces several times in his heart.

"Does anyone hear me? Who's going to turn off this damn mechanism, I'm Al, a freshman in the Ability Department!Hey, anyone?!" Al didn't dare to act rashly for fear of triggering another mechanism, he could only shout loudly with his arms against the edge of the wall, hoping to be discovered, but what the sad Al didn't know was that the room was soundproofed, and he was already isolated and helpless when he was treated as an intruder.

As if Al's shouts worked, the torches on the left and right walls actually burned by themselves, at first Al thought these torches were works of art, but he didn't expect them to be real people, and the two fires lit up a corner of the room to slightly relieve El's tension.

But who can be sure that this is not a fleeting light before the god of death comes?

Al gasped as a crossbow with arrows on each of the three walls facing Al was ready to be fired, facing him in his direction, ready to shoot a rain of arrows at the intruder, and Al gasped, and the machete on the stake stopped not far in front of him, still spinning wildly.

"Knock knock," Al stared intently at the weapon aimed at him as he hammered the wall hard, "Open the door!

After a brief silence, all I heard was "click, click..."

"Damn, come back!" Al was about to scold his mother, "It's not over you!"

The wide chair at the end of the room was slowly descending, and this time I don't know what to do, and the sound of hinges and gears turning suddenly became dull as soon as the seat sank under the floor, as if some behemoth was about to emerge from the ground.

Al stared at the rectangular gap that appeared on the floor, he had a premonition that something was going to come out of there, Al looked left and right, and quickly ran to the side of the weapon display shelf, he had to find a weapon to defend himself, and the most important thing in this room was weapons, Al picked up a Buck hunting knife and held it with his backhand.

The arrows that broke through the air were nailed to the path that Al had run, Al used the display rack as a cover to avoid the aiming range of the bow and crossbow, the hunting knife in his hand gave Al a sense of security, with years of forging experience, Al knew that the hunting knife in his hand was worth a lot, as can be seen from the beautiful pattern.

"Sonorous," a black figure burst from where the seat had sunk and landed on the hard table. He got down on one knee and looked ahead, to be precise, Al didn't see his eyes, because the man was wearing a pair of medieval knight's armor, but Al didn't feel the slightest fluctuation in his life.

"What is it?" Al looked at the stiff "knight" in amazement, his helmet was completely dark in the sockets, and his pupils could not be seen.

Could it be that this guy isn't human?

Immediately after, the strange "knight" in front of him answered Al's question, he slowly moved his shoulders, the sound of iron armor rubbing was a little harsh, and then the "knight" spread his arms, and the two Saxon knives on the wall immediately circled and flew into his hands, as if they were performing magic.

"What? This is okay?" Al froze for a moment.

Without any nonsense, the "knight's" iron boots slammed on the table and swooped down on Al with two sharp blades in hand.

El had long anticipated that the man might attack him, so he slammed his left arm against the wall, and his body flew backwards, dodging the "knight's" killer blow.

"What the hell are you? I'm not an enemy, stop!" Al clenched the Buck Hunting Knife in his hand.

The "knight" turned his head to Al, and there was a sound of mechanical friction, and he drew his Saxon knife that had been inserted into the floor and threw it at Al.

Al had seen the sharpness of this knife, and Uncle Paul had easily cut off a tree with the thickness of a bowl with the same type of blade, so Al had no doubt about its lethality to the human body.

Al raised his hand and threw a solid wooden seat over, one of the Saxon knives struck the seat and split it into several pieces, and as the pieces fell to the ground, the other slipped out of the gap in the seat and continued to fly towards Al.

Al frowned, and the Buck hunting knife in his left hand slashed forward, sweeping towards the whistling flying blade, and the two high-quality knives slashed together violently in the air, resulting in the Saxon war knife being knocked to the ceiling by Al, and the Buck hunting knife in his hand also appeared to be curled.

"Your uncle!" Al saw the moment and lunged straight towards the "knight".

The left arm was charged, and the sharp fist hit the "knight's" breastplate, and the metal armor suddenly dented in. If it were an ordinary person, he might have died on the spot, but if the knight did not fall, why should the machine have no life?

Al's eyes widened, he had already determined that this enemy was lifeless, but no one expected that the two steel palms of the "knight" instantly clamped Al's arms, and he "looked" at Al lifelessly, as if he was judging the soul of the redeemer.

The terrifying force between the "knight's" fingers sank deep into the flesh of Al's arm, almost crushing him, and the intense pain suddenly made Al lose his resistance. But something even more terrifying was still to come, the sound of the steel knife pulling out the plank came from behind him, and the two Saxon swords flew again at Al's back as if they had been summoned in some way.

In the flight path, the wooden handle of the torch was neatly cut in two by the Saxon sword, and the blood-drinking blade of the "knight" was cheering in the darkness.