After about a few dozen seconds, the witch picked up the sword from the ground. Pen Fun Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

This weapon was not designed for mortals, as it was so heavy that the arm strength of an ordinary person could not wield it at all. But in turn, its advantages are obvious. Although this thing is a complete cold weapon and does not carry any energy, it does not mean that it is low-tech. It's made from a special metal produced under strong interactions, and it's so hard and almost indestructible that the nano-coating on the blade is so powerful that it can produce terrifying destructive power, compared to kinetic weapons that must carry their own energy. In fact, it's a much more expensive thing than an exoskeleton armor.

Of course, the premise of this weapon is that the user must have sufficient strength to be effective. This meant that its users were restricted, either wearing exoskeleton armor or being backed by the magic of the Fourth Law.

However, there is a third option, and that is non-human.

"It's a really good thing. The witch picked up her sword and played with it. "Thank you. Her last words were addressed to the corpse on the ground, whose entire chest had collapsed, and his previously toned body looked as pitiful as a messy rag. He stared blankly ahead, still unable to believe what was happening.

His doubts can be guessed, and with the magic ring, he shouldn't have been defeated so easily. This kind of thing is very rare equipment for mortals.

But if he can live a little longer, he will probably figure out the reason: since the other party dares to come, he will naturally have the means to deal with guards like him. Although the magic ring is a rare piece of equipment for ordinary people, it is not a rare commodity for ordinary people, for the governor who commands the army and sits on one side. Not to mention that you have it, even if you have a whole team of guards equipped with magic rings or something, it's not outrageous.

"There are already guards like this. The witch casually threw out a beautiful sword flower from the long sword in her hand, "Well, the destination is almost here." ”

In the distance, the shrill sirens never stopped. But let's be honest, it doesn't make any sense. The Floating Fortress may be powerful, but from the outset, he will face the enemy either the army or the warlock who sneaks in.

Or rather, it didn't think about dealing with "non-warlock" infiltrators from the start.

After turning the corner, you can see a pillar of light that exudes blue and white in front of you, and the pillar of light forms a portal of energy, separating the corridor into two.

"It's this magic thing again, it's really boring......" the witch walked up. It is an isolation door, created with magic and technology by a warlock in charge. Even for a high-level warlock, it would take a lot of time to break down this door. This is a common anti-infiltration facility in the Floating Fortress, and its purpose is to give the owner enough time to set up a method to deal with the invaders.

Often, this is a very effective approach. This isolation door can keep the invading warlock at bay for a long time, enough time for the owner to choose from various means to deal with the intruder. Or at least give him time to escape.

It's a pity that today, today's invaders, are unusual.

"O great Highness Kecha Koat, please lend me your power for the time being!" the witch closed her eyes and prayed into the void. The power of the underworld descended upon her, and it was so powerful that it made her soul tremble. Then she stepped forward without hesitation.

As she touched the pillar of light, she heard a slight shattering sound, a dry sound like paper tearing, which sounded uncomfortable. But that's all. The pillar of light was torn, and when she walked through it and looked back, she could clearly see a gap in the pillar of light that was equal to her own size.

This gave her confidence. The power of the great Kecha Goats is by no means comparable to that of a mere warlock. The master's plan, though even she, who had been given the power of her master's own alteration of form, knew little about the details of the plan.

For example, it's like what's in front of you.

The rest of the way is not a threat at all, at most it is just trouble. Of course, it would still be quite dangerous to rush out hundreds or thousands of people in one go, but even a governor would have hundreds or thousands of guards wearing magic rings around him? Even if there are hundreds or thousands of people, it is impossible to gather around all the time. You know, there are so many places, so many people need a magic ring.

Not to mention that she had an extra unexpected loot in her hand.

In this way, with a steady pace, she came to the end of the journey: a large room, neat and sophisticated. In the middle of the room there were five people.

One she knew—a man between middle and old age, with gray hair and a seemingly calm expression, but an indescribable anger flashing in his eyes. He sat in the only chair in the room, surrounded by four other people, but they weren't even qualified to make her take a moment to remember her faces.

Although this was the first time they had met, the relevant things were already in her mind. The one in the middle is what he's here for. The other four are...... At least in her opinion, it was a problem that needed to be solved urgently.

"I didn't expect it. The old man spoke, "There is only one person?" There was a little hesitation in his tone when he said the last word, "man", which showed that he was not very confident in this.

If you want to talk about biochemical transformation or something, it is not a rare thing in this world for a long time. In fact, due to the Warlocks' ability to swim the Aetheric Sea, they have come into contact with countless worlds (contact, not invasion). In the process, they have seen too many technologies and races, all kinds of them. Each race of intelligent creatures with civilization points out their tech tree, and the difference between them is vast.

However, it is still a little unbelievable that the human body modification technology has been advanced to this extent, especially in the world of Wago. If he could, he would rather believe that it was a creature from another world - it wasn't the first time they had done so for both sides of the war, anyway.

Unfortunately, the intelligence clearly states that this is the product of human experimentation. This means that the other side's technology has advanced by leaps and bounds in some way - and of course, this will have a big impact in the future. Although it is not said to have a great advantage, it will definitely break the previous evenly matched situation.

"My lord, one person can't paralyze your fortress. One of the four people next to him replied. "There must be at least four, one to provide information to choose the right time, one to bring people in secretly, and one to hack into the system and paralyze various automated facilities. ”

The attitude in which they speak is not nervous, no, it is not so much not nervous, but relaxed. When the final decision comes, everyone has their own hole cards.

"Good day, Lord Governor. The witch bowed gracefully. There was no blood on her body, but the murderous aura on her body could be felt even by a fool.

"Who are you and what are you here for?" the old man asked casually.

"I—I just have a small request, Lord Governor, will you please die?"

"Why? And why do you make such a request?" replied the old man with a little surprise.

"Ah, it's because, my master wants this area. ”

"Your master......?" laughed the old man. "Do you think you've already won this battle?" Yes, I admit that the Stygian camp has done a great job this time, relying on the advantageous fighter plane of an unexpected large-scale disintegration of time and space, and using those strange creatures born in human experiments, they have easily snatched half of the Banshee Gate from me, and caused me to lose a large number of troops, but," his smile remained. "This kind of small win or loss on the ground...... Hardly anything. ”

"Yes, as long as your Floating Fortress is dispatched, then...... I'd like to really see how the ants on the ground can resist it. A young man beside him said.

"Stygian Camp?" a smile appeared on the witch's face. "I'm sorry, I'm afraid you've made a mistake. ”

"Mistaken? Isn't your master, the one who made you the way you are and gave you the task in front of you, an ally of the Stygian faction? I don't know what world it came from, and I don't know what benefits the Warlocks of the Stygian faction promised it, but to us, you are one of the Stygian faction. After all, you fought for them, didn't you? and most importantly, weren't the people who sent you here the warlocks on their side? To tell you the truth, I really want to know at what cost they bought your master...... Could it be that there is nothing but empty rhetoric and moral codes such as so-called justice and evil?"

"Well, you're right, it's the Warlocks of the Stygian who sent me here. Honestly, if it weren't for their help, it might have taken me a long time to crack the Floating Fortress's nanoshield. But," the witch replied. "It would be a mistake to confuse us with them, because they are my master's next target. ”

"Is it infighting? interesting...... I really want to see what those guys look like when they are bitten back by the pets they found. ”

"I believe you can't see it, Your Excellency Governor. The witch said.

"Don't be so confident, little girl. The old man said proudly. It makes sense for him to say this because he is sure that the other person will not be very old (as a human being). Because no matter what kind of human experiment, unless there is a special request, young individuals will be selected to carry it out. Due to physiological limitations, older people are hardly selected as experimental material. "Do you think you'll be able to accomplish your mission by coming here? ”

Of the four people beside him, two stepped forward. At this time, they took off their loose coats, revealing the clothes they wore inside. It was a delicate, very rare garment, with shiny and slender wires mixed in the fabric, weaving some kind of special symbol, and most importantly, the blue-white light that slashed across the surface of the garment from time to time like delicate spider silk.

"These two are the guards I hired, they are not ordinary people......

"Is it a warlock?" the witch interrupted. "I don't know how those weak, insignificant magic can give you so much confidence. The corners of her mouth grinned, revealing a cruel smile. "Then my lord, let me teach you a lesson this time! Let you know that in your heart, the so-called high warlock is as humble as an ant in the presence of the great Highness Kecha Goat!"