The distance from the lone bridge to the platform was not far, and it only took a few seconds to reach the other end with all its might, and when the Plover came there, he glanced down, where the fallen minaret broke apart, and was connected to the platform in the distance by a chain only the thickness of an arm.

The chains stretched out above the dark abyss, swaying as if the platform and the lone bridge were also shaking.

Normal people are probably already a little dizzy when they get here, and Fang Plover looked back, and the Jeffrey Redcoats seemed to be preparing to fight their way out of the ghouls and chase them in this direction. And soon the ghouls not only appeared on the cliffs, but also climbed up from the bridge under their feet and surrounded them.

He knew that time was urgent, and he didn't have time to think too much, only to see the others behind him arrive one by one, and then he turned around and grabbed the chain and crawled towards the platform. About halfway through, he suddenly raised his right hand and fired a rocket punch, his claws 'clicking' firmly on the terrace of a building.

The terrace was on top of a spire, far higher than the level he was in, and Fang Yu grasped it firmly when he saw this, and then clenched it to make sure it was secure before starting the mana engine. The small reeler built into the reinforcing glove creaked and spun, and the cable straightened before he let go of his hand and swung in that direction.

More than ten meters away, he secretly counted three two one in his heart, then opened his claws, fell to the ground and rolled before getting up, and as soon as he got up, he saw two people wearing blood alliance oath robes coming out of the ruins not far away.

Probably considering that the main force was still on the side of the lone bridge, the other side did not consider that the attack would come from the rear at all, and the people left behind were not responsible for guarding against this direction, but the people who came to meet them.

The two of them probably thought that Fang Yu and the others had come to support, and they beckoned to him: "Why are you here now, what's going on over there?" Naturally, they also saw the ghoul climb up from the bottom of the cliff and attack the people on the edge of the cliff, but just as they were about to ask in the team channel, they saw the square plover jump from above.

But the two of them were just about to step forward, when suddenly their footsteps stopped, and Fang Yu saw the communication crystal in their hands flickering, and guessed that it should be the Jeffrey Redcoats who had informed them of their information.

Sure enough, the communication crystal in the hands of the two of them was extinguished at the same time, and when they looked up at him again, there was a look of surprise in their eyes, and at the same time, they stretched out their hands to the saber at their waists. Fang Yu had to retract the reinforcement gloves with a 'click', and at the same time led his hand forward, and more than a dozen magic buoys on the gimbal lit up at the same time, pointing in the direction of the two of them.

After all, the battle craftsman is a minority profession, and the two of them didn't react for a while when they saw his action, and only subconsciously pulled out their swords to fight, but what they never expected was that the attack did not come from the direction of the other party - but the two bright golden threads pulled out of the darkness above Fang Yuan's back.

They raised their heads, only to see two extremely elegant women's armor-like structures sliding down from above with iron chains on one left and one right, and a long spark was pulled out from the contact between the blade-like feet and the iron chain, and the sparks splashed, and the two structures jumped up into the air at the same time, and jumped up from behind Fang Yuan, jumping over a distance of more than ten meters in an instant, and standing upside down like a spinning top above the heads of the two.

The two of them looked up in unison. Due to the number of people who were limited, none of the people who were carefully selected by the Blood Alliance Oath to go to this place were below level fifteen, and these two people were naturally no exception, but it was a pity that the strength of the two energy angels in Fang Yuan's hands was not inferior to that of ordinary level fifteen summoners, not to mention that it was still a surprise attack.

They had barely had time to make this movement before they saw two angels hanging upside down over their heads, their blade-like feet slicing through a perfect circle in mid-air, falling firmly behind.

Only one of the two reacted a little faster, and immediately turned around and raised his sword to block, just enough to block the first sword stabbed by the angel.

However, in a hurry, the opponent was out of balance, and the block value was instantly reduced by half. The rest of the sword struggled to allow him to block the two swords left and right, but the construct controlled by Fang Yu was as quick as a single blow, and the third sword rushed to attack, and a sword pierced through his defense line and pierced into the heart.

The man fell to his knees with his mouth wide open, and the last thing in his vision was the corpse of his companion - the man was stabbed in the back of the heart by the Angel of Ability in the first place.

A gurgling sound came from his throat, as if he was questioning the owner of this place, the dragon Toragotos - didn't he say that this ghost place could only be entered by people below level fifteen?

After the Angel of Energy, the others also came to the platform one by one, but everyone in the Silver Veslan looked at the two corpses that fell on the platform, and then looked at the Angel of Energy standing on the side, and they couldn't help but glance at the Fang Plover on the side.

Silver Vislan is not without talented combat craftsmen, there are also a lot of young generations, and it is not impossible to dual-control the Pacers, but they can really be used in actual combat, probably only they have never heard of those existences.

But those people are likely to be the core of Silver Veslan's future brigade, one of their princess's true teammates in the Second World.

What's more, as an alien body, the computing power of the Angel of Energy is even higher than that of a walker, and the guild trains combat craftsmen, and generally does not require an allomorph in the rookie stage. Not to mention that they all seem to remember that the other party should have just gotten these two energy angels from them, right?

"Doesn't this guy need to be familiar with unfamiliar constructs?"

Everyone couldn't help but have such a question in their hearts.

However, they were wrong to blame Fang Yuan, Fang Yuan was naturally not a superman, and he could use it proficiently when he got a completely unfamiliar construct. As far as he knew, such a person in Aitalia had not existed, at least for now, and it was foreseeable that he would not exist in the future.

It's just that the Angel of Energy himself is an alien 'sword bearer', and the fighting methods and operating mechanisms of the two are not much different, and he already has a considerable understanding of the sword bearer. And more importantly, he actually used more extra computing power to control these two energy angels, so as to ensure that any mistakes made during use could be adjusted back in time.

Because the number of sword-wielders he could have controlled was originally three, not two—the reason why he controlled two was because he only had two sword-wielders.

This is a common occurrence for Parker and the Chest, and the perverted control of the Plover is no longer strange, especially the fact that the Paparals, who are completely accustomed to being flexibly constructed in the hands of the Combat Tinkerer and can behave almost like a real person—or even more agile.

And let him see those so-called normal 'bumps' operations, he may even wonder how the flexible construction can be so cumbersome?

For others, though, this was still a transcendent common sense - at least in the First World, it wasn't the flexible construction and combat craftsman they thought it was, and even Sophie and the watery elements around her made the girl look a little surprised.

The former couldn't help but ask: "Ed, that operation of flying upside down was done by you by accident?" ”

"Sort of." Fang Yu thought for a moment and nodded.

However, Her Royal Highness the Princess of Silver Vislan thinks about the balance ability in mid-air, and the flexible center of gravity and posture adjustment in the air have always been a difficult area for the combat craftsman to operate, which does not mean that you can jump as much as you want, in fact, it always requires the combat craftsman himself to adjust the subtle posture and movements of the structure to balance the center of gravity.

Otherwise, don't talk about fighting, even landing well is a problem, and the guy who manipulates the flat sand and geese in the battle is really a big handful.

Therefore, for ordinary combat craftsmen, the general land-based construction does not recommend floating operations such as leap attacks, and even if there is, most of them are formulas that have been thoroughly studied by predecessors. In these formulas, every detail of how the construct should take off, how to balance, and how to land is clearly explained by deconstruction, and successors often need repeated training and memorization before they can master it.

She is naturally well-informed among Silver Vislan, and she knows about the range of combat craftsmen's abilities, in fact, for the enemies they may face in the future, Silver Vislan will specially ask those retired and recently retired professional drafters every training season to explain the combat methods of those well-known draftees to core geniuses like her.

Among them, there are also many top combat craftsmen, in Sophie's opinion, Fang Yuan's previous operation is very close to the high-end skill of the dexterity system construction, this skill itself is not a problem, but Fang Yuan's ability to get the Angel can let them enter this field is a bit too outrageous.

But after listening to Fang Yuan's answer, she breathed a sigh of relief, thinking that fortunately, the other party did not exceed her imagination.

It's just that what Her Royal Highness didn't expect at all was that Fang Yu was actually thinking - if it weren't for the speed of rushing down from the chain, it would be really difficult for him to make such a perfect movement for the Angel of Energy, as for rebalancing or something, wouldn't it be good to adjust it a few more times?

"We've got to hurry."

Fang Ou glanced back, there were more and more ghouls on the cliff, and it was difficult for the Jeffrey Reds to kill a way out of their encirclement for a while, but the ghouls were not high-level undead after all, and it was only a matter of time before the other party caught up.

What's more, those ghouls didn't just target the people on the cliffs over there, in fact, they had already chased in this direction along the chains, and there were still a lot of them, and they were agile, and they were afraid that it would not be long before they could climb the platform.

And the other party has obviously sent a message to the platform, and if it is any later, they will lose the suddenness of the raid.

"In what direction is Miss Sylvede?" The box asked.

"I want to be in the southwest." A silver-colored Vislan Ranger stepped up and replied, "That's where the sound of the battle came from that direction. ”

Fang Yu nodded when he heard this, and put away the clockwork goblin, the platform was filled with gunsmoke, and his clockwork goblin was useless in this place, but fortunately, the scouts of Silver Vislan were powerful.

On the other side of the battlefield.

The smoke had not yet cleared, and there was still a faint smell of burnt fire in the air.

Sylvid looked at the sword around his neck with some calm, the blade slender and chilling, and the surface refracted bright reflections. Not far away, a row of gunners were holding up the magic guide guns in their hands, and some cautiously sealed off this place from all sides, facing the muzzle of the black hole, the girl turned around and said calmly to the others around her:

"Lay down your arms."

"But Miss—" The men in black were a little anxious.

"Don't worry," Sylvid replied with the usual expression, "they won't be doing it yet. ”

The men in black looked at each other, but looking at the sword around Sylvid's neck, they could only do as they were told, dropping the weapons in their hands one by one.

As soon as they disarmed, Jeffrey Redcoats men came up from behind, forced them to lean aside with swords and firearms, and forced them to kneel on the ground with their heads in their hands. The men in black gritted their teeth, but Sylvade didn't say a word, and they could only do what they said.

When everyone was disarmed, the leader with his sword on Sylvid's neck lifted his chin and motioned for the members of the Blood Oath to bring over their suitcases.

The man looked at Sylvid a little confused, and for a moment he was even distracted, and actually stood in front of her and stopped, but was reprimanded by the former: "What are you in a daze, haven't you ever seen a woman?" Be careful, don't go near her! ”

Probably feeling a little embarrassed, the man lifted the suitcase, kicked the corpse of the rat-man who fell to the ground in some anger, and then returned to the former. Sylvid squinted at the other man's action, but said nothing.

"Open the suitcase and take the stuff out." The former is the opening of the road.

The man did as he was told, but dumbfounded, and he rummaged through the suitcase for a while, but there was nothing, and in his eagerness he tore open the lining of the suitcase, but it was still empty. He looked up a little anxiously and shouted, "There's nothing in there." ”

"How is that possible?" The former was slightly stunned.

"Really," the man opened the box and poured out all the contents, nothing more than bits and pieces of women's clothing, mirrors, and makeup, as well as a few small items, but other than that, the suitcase was empty.

Only then did the former raise his head, and his voice became cold: "Miss Sylwell, it seems that you have made up your mind that we dare not do anything to you?" ”

Sylvid smiled slightly: "I don't think that way at all, in fact, you can do it." ”

But before she could finish speaking, she couldn't help but snort, it turned out that the man tightened the strength of his hand, and the blade of the sword imprinted a bloody mark on her snow-white neck.

At the same time, the man took a step forward, reached out and grabbed her hair, and knocked her to the ground, Sylvid was caught off guard and screamed in pain, but the man seemed to have no pity for the jade, and stepped on the wound on her shoulder, Sylvid gritted her teeth and let out a low snort, and the tears couldn't help but fall out at once.

Seeing this, the men in black roared and struggled to resist, but after a gunshot, some people fell in pools of blood.

"Don't move!" Sylvid swallowed the pain and let out a low cry.

The man looked at her coldly before asking, "Acquaintance, Miss Sylvede, I don't want to be rough with you and hand over your things." ”

Sylvid was silent for a moment, her face already covered with blood, and she carefully tightened the object under her hand, and replied softly, "Then you must let me get up." ”

But the man apparently didn't believe her.

He shook his head, "I know you too well, Miss Sylvide, it's okay to get you up, but I've got to teach you a lesson." With that, he raised his hand and slashed at the noble girl's other hand.

But under his sword, he slashed into the air.

He seemed to hear an exclamation.

Then a bright blade came into his view, the sword was slender and gorgeous, as if it was forged from a single piece of cold steel, and the light and human surface could even reflect his somewhat frightened eyes.

The blade slowly moved forward, staggering with his.

He subconsciously withdrew his hand, but in a flash of cold light, he already felt that his hand was empty—not empty, to be exact, but the entire right forearm was broken at the elbow, the fracture was smooth and flat, and vaguely it seemed that the blood vessels could be slowly tightened, and countless blood beads were oozing out, and then merging into a blood spring.

He screamed and stepped back, watching his severed hand fly far away, his bones rolling to the ground. Then a second blade appeared in the void, and he finally realized what it was—the ability to stealth.

But what appeared in front of him was clearly a light and elegant structure.

He stepped back as hard as he could, his barren imagination still thinking about what kind of constructs had the ability to become invisible, but in his vision, a big fist had already been reflected.

"Get out of here!"

Fang Yu roared angrily, smashed his fist on the person's nose, and the flying fist that was sprayed at close range knocked the person out alive with his distorted face, hitting the wall not far away, before bounced back and fell back to the ground.

Sylvid, who was lying on the ground, was slightly stunned, and at that moment thought she was having auditory hallucinations.

But suddenly, she felt her body lighten, and someone had already dragged her up from the ground—with so much strength that she felt no pity for her. The aristocratic girl couldn't help coughing violently, but her face couldn't help but show a hint of relaxation, and even a little surprised.

"Miss Sylwell, you owe me an explanation."

Fang Yuan's angry voice came from above.

Sylvade felt someone turn her, and then she saw the somewhat innocent face.

Immature and immature.

But at least firm and reassuring.

She smiled weakly, "What do you want to hear...... Captain?" ”

"A lot of things, you've gone too far this time, Miss Sylvide."

Fang Yu replied with a dark face.

He led with his hand, and two angels stood in front of them one after the other.

There was a roar of magic guns, but before the flames and projectiles could get closer, they were already blocked by an invisible force field shield.

Sylvid closed her eyes slightly in his bosom and replied in a whisper:

"Okay."

"My captain—"

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