Thunder and lightning flashed in the oppressive gray sky, as if the next moment, the wrath of nature was about to fall and tear the whole earth apart. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

There was not a trace of green on the parched earth, and there was no stream to be found, and the wind howled and kicked up fine dust, which flew past the weathered mushroom-like rocks, and if it were scraped on a person's face, it would have hurt like a pinprick.

The winds passed through the rocky fields, and the yellow sand they brought up was like the gauze of dancing girls, who danced to the song of the wind, and finally crashed into the towering walls, shattering their bones.

The walls were also not pleasant, having been eroded by nature over the years, and had long since been crumbling with huge cracks, and the boulders that had been used as cover on the battlements had fallen, like the heads of soldiers cut off by the sharp blades of the enemy.

The city is also a dilapidated image, the original exquisite and beautiful buildings have long since become a ruin, and the bluestone bricks that crisscross the road have become slag, and if you step on it, it will rattle.

But at least the inside of this ruined city is much better than the sandy world outside, and at least you can breathe normally here.

This is all thanks to a tall magic tower in the center of the city, the faint light that flickers from the windows at the top, supporting a thin barrier that protects the city from being in ruins.

This is Tynier, a ruined city in a half-plane on the verge of destruction.

Guardian 76 sat on the windowsill of one of the tower's windows, overlooking the ruined world.

Rumble!

Another thunderbolt flashed from the sky, and No. 76 didn't know where it landed or what kind of disaster it had caused.

But at least it didn't fall on the magical barrier, and it didn't deplete any of the remaining Mithic cores, which was perhaps a good thing.

The abnormal movement just now brought No. 76 back to his senses from a daze. She suddenly remembered what she had been thinking about before she was in a daze.

Oh, how long has it been since the last fight?

Number 76 recalled.

She still vividly remembered every step and detail she had gone through to chop down the giant pincers of the Star Scorpion, but she didn't know how long it had been.

As the guardian of the city, she didn't know how many years she had been here.

Ever since No. 66 left in the middle of a battle and the last timer was eroded by the years, No. 76 had almost forgotten the passage of time.

If it weren't for the thunder just now, No. 76 would have thought that this world that would always blow yellow sand would have just passed a moment, or it might still be in the last time period he knew.

No. 76 turned from the window of the window and climbed back into the tower, found a pair of short swords in the corner of the room, blew away the thick dust on the hilt, and danced at random to restore it to its sleek and bright appearance.

Originally, No. 76 didn't use a short sword, preferring to use the magic cannon to bombard the monsters who accidentally broke into this half-plane from the astral plane, watching them scream in panic and then peel their flesh open.

However, she later discovered that sophisticated instruments could not always be maintained for a long time, nor could they extend their service life much.

Later, as the energy cycle gradually collapsed, and the energy left to defend the city became less and less, in order to supply the magic power of the Thermonuclear core, the guardians gradually abandoned their energy weapons and used primitive power to fight.

Luckily, as magical creatures, they possess far more power than ordinary creatures, and one after another monsters have fallen at their feet by chance, but the number of guardians is dwindling.

By now, the only defender of the city was No. 76.

Putting away her twin swords, No. 76 tied her double ponytail again, making her long white hair even tighter.

Number 763 doesn't like long hair, thinking that they are inconvenient in battle. But No. 66 said that No. 76 with double ponytails and white hair is cute, and I don't know what evil happened, No. 76 has always maintained a double ponytail style.

No. 76 removed his goggles from his combat suit, at which point it had lost its ability to transmit information and observe enemy situations, but No. 76 still liked to carry it.

Sometimes, habits are hard to change, just like No. 76 doesn't prepare armor for himself and still fights in combat uniforms.

After checking the equipment, No. 76 moved around casually, felt the changes in his body, and found that there was no problem, and he was still as flexible as before.

Her body was made entirely of recycled metal, the property left to her by the other 75 seniors, many of whom had been guarded and had not died in battle, but had died from the corrosion of time on those fragile parts.

With each sister's death, the recycled metal on her body is repurposed and placed in the custody of the Guardians who are still running, increasing their combat effectiveness.

By the time it came to No. 76, the sole survivor, there was no place in her body that wasn't made of recycled metal, and like a human, it could recover from injuries without treatment.

Even if this speed is very slow, it is a valuable asset in a time when there are no more resources to make parts to quickly repair the body.

Not to mention that it was a gift from the other sisters, and 76 felt that it was their duty and responsibility to use this body to fulfill their mission - to keep the city safe, to protect the knowledge and technology of the dynasty, and to hand over the greatest treasure of the dynasty buried deep in the city to the right people.

It wasn't until one day, someone passed the test and dug up the greatest treasure left by the dynasty to future generations, and No. 76 was considered to have completed her task.

Number 76 didn't know when she would be able to complete her mission, she and the other 75 guards had been working here for an unknown number of years, but no creature had come to this world from the other side of the portal as they thought, but the monsters that kept intruding from the astral plane kept losing their manpower.

In the most serious case, it even disrupted the energy circulation of the half-plane, causing the half-plane to decay day by day.

The raging lightning, the carnival of yellow sand and wind, and the space that doesn't know when it will shatter. Number 76 also doesn't know if she'll live to wait until the moment she completes her mission.

But at least, she still has to carry out her mission.

So No. 76 opened the door to the room and walked down the stairs of the tower to the top floor of the magic tower.

I don't know how much time has passed, but judging by the thick dust on the dagger, she needs to check if the Cermi Core is still functioning.

Having just reached the top floor, walking through the open archway, No. 76 was stunned at the first glance of the prismatic crystal that glowed with a pale blue light.

Because she found that the energy reserved for the tester had been replenished, the barrier was expanding, the wind was suppressed, and the sky had become stable, although it was still gray, but there was no sudden flash of thunder and lightning!

Yes! …… Someone has come in through the portal!

Thinking so, Number 76 suddenly felt a little overwhelmed. (To be continued.) )