Fang Yu lifted the hem of his coat from the water, and frowned as the woolen fabric trickled down the water, and the water flowed into the splash and went down the river. In the distance, a sign of an unknown shop rolled up in the waves, knocked on the glass window of the handicraft store at the corner of the street, and disappeared in an instant.

A mutilated corpse hung on the windowsill there, his hands soaked in water, his skin was a little pale, his eyes had long since lost his starlight, and his empty gaze was only fixed on the street. There was an ugly creature nailed to the wall, with a flattened face and a sunken nose, staring wide as its black and red blood flowed down its spear into the water.

As for the body of the other echinocula, it had already fallen into the water, and there was no shadow to be seen.

Sylvid was moving forward step by step with her skirt when Fang Yu saw this, and stretched out her hand to her. The girl raised her head, looked at him with clear eyes, smiled slightly, and put her hand in his. But she didn't say that she was far better at than her captain in terms of dexterity and balance.

"That workshop is just ahead," Bai Jia swiped his sword lightly, and sprinkled the blood beads on the sword on a glass window, forming an arc. She put her sword back into its sheath, looked ahead and said, "Cross that street—"

Hearing this, Fang Yu pulled down the goggles and looked at it, and saw the building in a criss-crossing confluence, although it was only an industry of the Xilin-Sibika family in the city, it occupied a large area, and it was very eye-catching among the buildings.

"Oli is on top, if only the teleportation array was soaked." Someone said.

But Fang Yu shook his head: "The magic guide array is not that fragile. ”

He fiddled with his goggles and said, "There are fishmen approaching at twelve o'clock, eleven o'clock, and two o'clock in the east, a total of eleven, and two of them are dressed differently from other fishmen, and they may be elites." Wait a minute, I'll mark the location for you. ”

His method of marking the location was simple, and with a single finger, a clockwork fairy in mid-air slashed a golden arc and flew to hover in one place. And every place where a clockwork fairy hovers, it means that there are fishmen down there.

It wasn't that difficult, but it was a bit amazing to control seven or eight clockwork goblins at the same time to such an extent.

But what is even more amazing is the audience in the live broadcast room.

After all, they had just watched this man win the craftsman competition.

After all, the shock of manipulating the Orphin Twins is far less intuitive than commanding seven or eight flexible constructs at the same time, and that kind of powerful computing power that is distracted and used for multiple purposes is what the world admires and touts the most about combat craftsmen.

People subconsciously thought of Virus, the iceberg goddess who was also proficient in the dual lineage, and it seemed that the other party was also on this field, and it seemed that he also knew Fang Yuan.

So some people couldn't help but have such an association, would Fang Yu have any special relationship with the virus, after all, although this iceberg goddess has many students, she does not have a real heir to the mantle.

And the origin of Ragnarok has led to more divergent thinking - for example, is the Godslayer going to join forces with Ragnarok? That is a big impact on the pattern of the top ten guilds in China.

But the parties apparently did not have such thoughts. Virus stood in a faint mist, calmly looking at the scene in the mist, which was nothing more than rising water vapor, a few spell abilities that the fish-man water occupants rarely had.

In Aitalia's memory, the Monsters often remembered the magical element in their blood, inherited from their connection to some powerful magical creature from antiquity, perhaps a dragon, or a powerful creature like Korath.

Powerful ancestors allowed them to retain their strong physique even after layers of degradation, which was naturally different from a weak race like humans.

But what Ori has given to humans is creativity, and if alchemy is abandoned, seven or eight human soldiers may not be the match of a knickfish man. But it is precisely with the magic furnace behind him and all kinds of magic guides that mortals can gain a foothold in this land.

This is a civilization that is very different from the earth, but different human beings from behind the stargate have retained a common understanding and memory in the history they have traveled - both progress and writing contemporary history.

The virus sends the clockwork elves flying through the mist like a flock of birds, and the images transmitted from each clockwork elf form her web-like field of vision. It was a perception that was completely different from that of ordinary people, and ordinary people might get dizzy for a long time when they looked at it, but for a well-trained combat craftsman, it was just a basic skill.

She withdrew her hand. The clockwork fairy is controlled by nothing more than five delicate rings on Bai Xue's hand, the first one on the index finger covers the widest, the finger sleeve, and the back on the middle finger and ring finger is a diamond-shaped thumbwheel with an emerald and an amethyst embedded in the center, and a thin silver ring on the little finger - in stark contrast to the bulkiness of the ordinary craftsman's glove - because they themselves are a set of legendary equipment, the star halo.

But the filter-like search didn't send back useful results.

This was actually the woman's swift tactic, at least the principle of multi-point contact was the same, but Virus didn't want to admit it. But whether she admits it or not, she understands that she is not inferior to the other party in the use of this skill.

When the other party resolutely threw himself into the arms of the battle craftsman.

She is still smug about her dual mastery.

This did bring her a lot of fame, but it also prevented her from going to the end of the road, and Virus actually knew early on that the Blue Fire was her crowning masterpiece, and she was limited to that. So she gave up on the idea of going further than the craftsman early on, focusing only on training the next generation of craftsmen for the godslayer.

The outside world praised her for being keen on a super competitive career, and she did not refute it very hypocritically, but deep down she actually understood the problem. So none of her students were double craftsmen like her, and there was no real heir to the mantle as people think.

When the clockwork elf flew back to its original place for the second time, it was still blank in the mist.

Su Changfeng's voice came from the communication channel: "Everyone, have you found anything?" ”

"The area from Third Avenue to the docklands has not been found."

"We didn't see it on our side."

"It's like it's gone."

"The fish people are also retreating."

But people are waiting for a final answer.

Virus watched silently for a moment, his gaze sweeping over the shadows of the water reflecting the sky, and several blocks were empty except for floating driftwood and debris. In her usual cold tone, she replied:

"Nope."

After a while, the two Elffindor master craftsmen responded with the same answer.

Su Changfeng put down the crystal in his hand a little inexplicably.

Everyone around him was looking in this direction, and the fog in front of him was empty and empty.

They stood on top of a long dam made of earth elements, and there were four of them in the middle of the water, one at intervals of a hundred meters, and not far behind them was the temple of Roman, who was immersed in water.

The resurrected people gathered on the staircase, staring uneasily in this direction, silent, and some bowing their heads in prayer. The three long dams in front of them had been washed away, and everyone on the embankment was injured, but the behemoth in the fog had disappeared.

It's like it never existed.

"Could it be that the fish-people have retreated?" Someone asked.

But no one answered, just as no one understood what this headless attack was all about.

Ditek also put down the sword in his hand and looked at Su Changfeng beside him: "We have met once?" ”

Su Changfeng nodded.

He recalled his youth when he had missed the battle of the world, but he did not feel sorry for it, and he always believed that the duty of a soldier was to guard the peace, not to start a war. His first encounter with Stargate was the signing of the Suva Declaration.

Thirty years have passed.

"Legend has it that Kolath was born in the mist, and that he has the ability to travel through it." Dickett spoke.

"You think it's gone, too?"

Dickett shook his head.

Su Changfeng frowned, thought for a moment, slowly picked up the crystal, and entered a number.

Fang Yu looked at the clockwork goblins in mid-air.

He wasn't worried that the fish-people would find out about their clockwork goblins. As a large category, the fish man has also sorted out the information given to him - it is said that the fish man has a special eye structure and is very sensitive to the refraction of light in the water, but after going ashore, he is naturally short-sighted, and his perception will be greatly reduced.

In addition, the Acanthmen are naturally red-green blind, and they rarely leave the waters to fight, so it is not a wise move for them to invade Van Rik. And on land, the fish people are too restricted. Of course, even in shallow waters.

His communication crystal lit up red.

Fang Plover picked up the crystal and watched ahead as a group of adventurers waded across the middle of a street.

"How's it going over there?" Su Changfeng asked.

"Fortunately, we are almost at our destination," Fang Yu replied, he suddenly paused, looked ahead and said, "Wait a minute, it seems to be foggy." There may be fish-man occupants operating in the vicinity. ”

The thick fog came from the south, and Fang Yu saw that the surging fog engulfed several blocks in an instant.

He hurriedly waved his hand in that direction, trying to get their attention, but the adventurers there didn't see it, they were trying to get into the fishman's field of vision and help Bai Jia attract the other's attention. As for the location of Bai Jia, Fang Yu can no longer see it at this time.

Soon the streets were white.

"Fog?" Su Changfeng's voice in the communication crystal became nervous: "Wait a minute, you are careful-"

Before the words fell, Fang Yu heard a deafening loud noise.

He looked up in amazement, he had probably never seen such a terrifying scene in his life: it was like a skyscraper falling straight from the sky, its silver-gray skin, covered with fine steel scales, suddenly poking out from the rolling mist, and striking the block in front of him with a blow, causing a building to collapse.

But it wasn't a building at all, it was a head, half a block in size. Fang Yu could see clearly that half of the other party's head was buried in a cloud of smoke and dust, but a huge eye on it was falling directly on him through the mist.

What's that-

His mind went blank.

In a moment, a white wave rolled up by the shock wave pushed straight over, and Fang Yu subconsciously threw himself on the high platform on the side, but the water still pushed him back again and again.

It wasn't until a hand reached out from the side and pulled him out of the water with all his might, but Fang Yu was still in the middle of it, that hand pushed him hard and pushed him in another direction. Fang Yu looked up, and only then did he see that it was Silverdra who had taken him, but the nobleman's daughter was turning around—and another huge head poked out of the fog there.

Not good –

Fang Ou realized that Sylvid was sacrificing her life to save him.

The blood in his brain welled up, and he threw the clockwork elf in his hand into the mist with all his might, and the copper ball arced through the mist, turning into a flash of light behind the mist. The skull let out a deafening roar, twisted in pain, and swept to the left.

It seemed to be staggering Sylvede at the last minute.

But it was at this moment that the mist came rushing over, obscuring Fang Yuan's vision. Fang Plover was pushed in one direction by the current, slamming into one wall there, the raging water made it impossible for him to change direction at all, he looked ahead, and had to go sideways towards the alley on the other side.

There was silence in the communication crystal.

As he walked forward, he asked aloud everyone's names, but no one, including Bai Jia, replied.

Only Su Changfeng was saying to him loudly: "Ed, you calm down." ”

"I'm calm!" Fang Yu said loudly.

Several echinomers appeared in the waterway ahead.

With a wave of his hand, two silver rays of light sent the acanthyl man separated. However, there was an elite warrior captain over there, blocking the blade of the Angel with the spear in his hand, Fang Yu didn't think about it, and threw it directly with a fire djinn.

After the flash of the explosion, the other party suddenly disappeared.

He took a few breaths before he calmed down and asked, "Why is Kolath here?" ”

"Kolas has the ability to navigate through the mist, it should have spotted you, or maybe Rollin had let it pass," Su Changfeng replied, "Tell us your coordinates, you hold on, and we'll come over right away." ”

"It's too late," Fang Yu replied, "Luo Lin must have asked it to come and destroy the magic circle." ”

There was a pause.

But in a moment, the knight's voice was heard again:

"Ed, it doesn't know the circle." Dickett replied.

Yes, Rollin could only tell the fishmen the general directions, but Koras, who was revered as a god of the fishmen, did not possess the ability of alchemy, and neither could the fishmen.

Fang Yu completely calmed down.

But Korath would destroy everything here, he thought—

But before that he had a chance, and he had the only chance to get close to the workshop. He fell silent and continued to grope his way forward, remembering the location of the workshop in his memory, and that the others could not die in vain.

Su Changfeng guessed his thoughts from his silence: "Ed, calm down." ”

"When you face Korath in a moment, we have a chance to support you."

Fang Yu was slightly stunned, and then asked, "What opportunity." ”

"Look at the time."

Fang Yu took out his pocket watch, the time was seventeen minutes, and two minutes had passed since a quarter of an hour.

A heavy light flashed in his eyes, and he understood, and asked, "What should I do?" ”

"You have to give the most accurate coordinates the first time, the more precise the better-"

Su Changfeng encouraged: "Seize the opportunity, Ed." ”

Fang Yu took a light breath.

The closest reference is the Van Rik Clock Tower five blocks away, while the other is to the north, the Alchemy Museum, and the key is to visually identify the relationship between their positions, which is a good skill for draftsmen.

But for the alchemist, it is the ultimate test of his spatial perception.

There was a small square in front of the Sirin-Sbicca family's workshop, and walking through that square was his only chance.

He looked around, and there was silence in the mist, as if everything before was an illusion. Silence wasn't a bad thing, though, he didn't know if his ship's master had escaped, but at least it proved that the other party hadn't caught Koras's attention.

She may be hiding somewhere.

The live broadcast room quietly watched this scene.

The clockwork elves flew high, so they could only see a churning mist below:

Is the whole army destroyed?

The horrific sight of the previous one shook everyone's minds, and the colossal creature still roamed proudly through the mist, waving twelve gigantic heads, full of sharp fangs, and occasionally glancing coldly in this direction.

Through the screen, everyone can also feel cold.

This is not a film and television work, but the real existence of another world, which makes people palpitate, how did the mortals of that world gain a foothold and even survive?

"Fly a little further." The person in charge kept urging.

But the staff member was very embarrassed: "You can't go any lower, and if you go any lower, you will enter the opponent's attack range." ”

"It's just a clockwork goblin, and the loss is the loss," the person in charge hated that iron could not be made of steel: "Give me the control gloves, let me come-"

"Boss, you-"

The person in charge snatched the control glove and said angrily: "When Lao Tzu was in the Super Athletic League, there was something wrong with you. ”

He said as he calmly put on the cover.

A middle-aged man in his forties has a holy look on his face at the moment.

Everyone in the live broadcast room felt that their vision began to stretch downward, until they entered the clouds, and after it passed through a small gap in the fog, the field of vision in front of them suddenly opened up.

People saw seven or eight golden rays of light flying from the fog in front of them, blooming in all directions, and the middle-aged man hurriedly turned the clockwork goblin with difficulty, looking at this scene with some amazement. What I saw in my vision was a clockwork fairy rising in unison, floating above the 'sea of clouds'.

What's he doing?

This is a common doubt.

He's taking distances.

But a thought suddenly flashed through the middle-aged man's mind.

The clockwork elves that flew into the air, one after the other, split into two straight lines, each seemingly pointing southeast—like two interlaced axes of a Cartesian coordinate system. And in the middle of the axis, the behemoth is slowly emerging.

Fang Yu looked up at this scene.

The fog seemed to dissipate for a moment, allowing him to look across the plaza and see the twelve side by side, looking condescendingly and indifferently in this direction.

On the square, the small ones are like ants, and the big ones are as majestic as mountains, and everyone in the live broadcast room is holding their breath at this moment, staring at this scene tightly.

But Fang Yu was not afraid, and with a draw of his hand, a golden light surrounded Koras. The fish-man god let out a scream of rage, as if to twist its head to swallow the small golden light.

But it was at this time that a ripple of magic faintly escaped.

"Five hundred and fifty meters from the Van Rik Clock Tower."

"One thousand one hundred and twenty meters from the Alchemy Museum."

Eleven kilometers away.

A sail warship was hovering above the clouds, its slender hull glistening golden in the sunlight, and on its left and right sides, the hanging transverse sails were closing little by little, revealing the black hole in the gun door below.

"571 ship, first class combat readiness."

"Calibration coordinates, Van Rik Clock Tower, A711314."

"Calibrated coordinates, Van Rik Alchemy Museum, A711327."

"The shooting elements are calculated."

The captain, dressed in a gray-blue coat, gently put down the pipe in his hand and said lightly:

"Ship 571, guns 1 to 4."

"Three rapid-fire."

"Fire!"

A golden glitter, shining people's hearts.

……