The air, vibrating slightly, rippled in circles.

The sound of Kazama's feathers spreading quickly into sound waves, and then, finally, at a certain moment, it hit the surrounding curved walls.

A faint green glow, fleeting on the curved wall.

As if injected with new life, the iron bump shook violently, and then, the huge body that had been standing still suddenly seemed to have skipped the acceleration stage, and in an instant, it soared out.

The dark green figure, mixed with the momentum of wind and thunder, fell with a bang.

"Wow!"

There was a violent shaking, and although it was a fatal blow to a certain extent, the back of the iron pimple was still rubbed a little by the orc's fiercely smashed body.

In an instant, sparks flew everywhere.

A long trail of sparks, particularly striking in a cloud of raised dust. The dust sank slowly, revealing a pair of blood-red eyes, and the orcs on all fours were still staring fiercely at the iron bump that Kazama Hiroha was riding.

Kazama Yangyu often breathed a sigh of relief, and his voice was a little prostration, "You should have said it earlier if there is a voice mode!" ”

"Ineffective command! Combat status, no small talk service. ”

"I'm ......" Kazama Yangha choked on anger and didn't catch his breath, glanced at the orcs behind him who had slowly stood upright, and urged, "Turn around!" ”

"Come back, come back, turn your head!"

"Hey, 15 degrees to the left......"

Kazama hurriedly commanded the fast iron bump, and then watched as it continued to spin and twitch from side to side like a spasm.

"Roar!"

With a roar, the orc, who realized that his actions just now didn't cause much damage to Kazama Hiroha, seemed to be angry, and punched the iron bump that was going crazy on the spot again.

"Bump!"

The terrible sound of the wind, with the astonishing explosiveness of the muscles, slammed into the smooth iron armor, revealing a slight dent.

Kazama shook his feathers. The orc's attack this time was obviously much harder than the previous punches, and the huge iron lump kicked back several steps before barely steady.

“fuck！”

Kazama finally burst into a foul mouth. In fact, he usually doesn't allow himself to swear, but after being punched a few times one after another for some reason, facing the fact that he can't do anything, the anger in his heart also rises in an instant.

"The instructions are incomplete, and the implementation object is not specified! Please select the implementation target again. ”

"Uh...... Can you be serious......"

"I'm punctual, but not very serious."

"Haha, hahahaha......" Kazama suddenly laughed out loud, his stomach twitching violently, and he let the orcs outside smash one punch after another on the iron lump.

Then, as if he had finally laughed enough, Kazama slowly climbed up, "Target?" So, choose him! ”

The finger gently stretched out, pointing straight at the dark green orc in front of him, who had fallen into madness.

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White.

The whiteness that fills the heavens and the earth.

It was as if there was no second color except this endless milky white.

If you only look at it cursoly, you might really ignore the white curtain that suddenly floats in the void.

However, it's hard to ignore.

One, two, three...... Ten volumes...... 100 volumes......

The only thing that exists in the milky white space that can not be seen at a glance.

Translucent white curtains, endless, hung abruptly in the void.

Then, as if they were soldiers in a row, the closer they got to a certain area, the density of the white drapery became, and finally the layers on top of each other finally enclosed a certain central point-like place.

Hidden by layers of drapery, what can be considered the center of the area, there is also a rococo French sofa.

A huge log without any traces of splicing, with delicate and dense original grains, rich in sleek curves with the ultimate aesthetics. The rose-based decorative motif, combined with bouquets and ribbons, is finally decorated into a garden-like art. The back of each sofa is decorated in an unknown silver metal, and the simple and delicate pattern covers the entire backrest in an oval shape, then winds down the tapering legs to the jade-white ground.

In the middle of the two short and long sofas, there is a matching coffee table, which is also luxurious and elegant.

At this moment, on the crystal smooth coffee table, there is a teapot-shaped container with a strange shape, and the slight heat rises from the translucent container carved with elegant patterns, rendering a slender and thin figure a little ethereal.

The slender figure, vibrating its transparent wings, tightly hugged the delicate and small teapot handle, and then, with a strong force, hugged the teapot that was almost twice the size of himself.

The little guy who vibrated his wings frowned, pouted slightly, and then bowed slightly, and poured the mouth of the teapot downward.

The pale green liquid, slowly, like a trickling spring flowing from a mountain stream, happily circled in the air, and finally fell to the side of the same translucent three-legged container, and then, as if pulled by something, it swirled rapidly in a swirl without splashing a single bit.

The pale green liquid rose rapidly, and soon reached two-thirds of the three-legged container, and the originally translucent container gradually turned emerald green.

The little guy holding the teapot leaned back again, staggering back a few steps in the air before he stabilized himself.

With no new liquid to inject, the vortex in the three-legged vessel slowed down, and finally, it calmed down, flashing with an emerald glow.

"Your tea, Lord Shishi!" The little one gently put the teapot back on the coffee table, then gently landed on the teapot, sat down quietly on his knees, and whispered in the direction of the couch.

A graceful figure, lazily reclining on the couch, the long black hair like a waterfall and the tulle covering the body, hanging down casually.

With a gentle "um", the green jade fingers poked out slightly, and the three-legged container was clamped, and the faint light flowed away, reflecting a delicate chin.

"The person Uncle Wang said, is he here?" As if talking to herself to the void, the girl's voice reveals a grace and luxury that does not match her age.

White light feathers slowly drifted down from the sofa across the curtains. There was light, spreading out of the feathers, turning into a translucent figure.

"If I'm not mistaken, it's already here." The man's voice was respectful but uncertain.

"Huh?" The three-legged container tilted at an angle suddenly stopped, and the pale green liquid shook slightly, vaguely reflecting the two cherry red lips.

"According to the news, it should be true, it's just that the feeling of appearing is a little ......," the man paused, as if looking for a suitable description, and then, finally giving up, continued, "And he's still involved in a little trouble." ”

"Oh? Make sure he's safe......"

The teeth opened lightly, and the pale green liquid swayed gently, sliding into the two rosy lips, revealing a little strange charm.

"He is destined to become a man in the harem of this palace."

"Yes! Your Highness! ”

The light faded away, turning back into a slowly falling feather of light, fading and finally disappearing.

"Guardians?" In the chuckle, the corners of the girl's mouth hooked a touching arc, "What about the title that has been silent for a hundred years......"

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"Boom!"

"Bang!"

"Boom!"

"Zizi!"

The low crash, the violent crash, the cracking of the floor, the sound of sharp objects rubbing against each other, under the reflection of sparks and the cover of dust, intertwined and resonated, and finally melted into a bloody battle dance.

Kazama was now sitting cross-legged in the enclosed cabin used to manipulate the iron lumps, and the curved walls around him clearly reflected the scene around him.

As a result of accepting Kazama's "fuck" command just now, the huge iron pimple began to attack aggressively instead of being beaten passively.

The huge arms danced rapidly, sending out bursts of piercing whistling sounds, and fists made of steel rained down on the dark green-skinned orcs.

In the face of the frenzied attack of the fist, the orc, who had just been attacking wildly, struggled to cross his hands in front of his chest, and actually chose to use his body to bear a heavy punch of steel head-on.

The engine roared wildly, and in the air, subtle particles imperceptible to the naked eye surged towards the back of the iron lump that Kazama was riding, like a pair of huge invisible light wings, constantly filling the energy that the iron lump was constantly squandering.

With a huge amount of energy as a backup, each swing of the Iron Fist carries a huge shock wave, accurately and quickly bombarding the orc's overlapping arms, blasting the orc's huge body backwards again and again, while the iron pimple is constantly moving and shuttling around the orc under the control of its AI control program responsible for combat, leaving only a bored and hungry Kazama Rising Feather.

There are many things that can be ignored when people are in high spirits, including sluggish spirits and overdrawn physical strength. Kazama Yangyu doesn't know how long he hasn't eaten, he doesn't seem to have eaten since he was summoned, the day here is unexpectedly long, although there is no watch or other timer, but from his own estimation of the time itself, just the time he was awake has been at least a day and a night, although he doesn't know how long he has passed out, but this hunger tells him that he hasn't eaten for at least two days and two nights. Although he had enough sleep because he had fainted several times, the dullness and exhaustion of his head still hit Kazama's only consciousness in waves.

Kazama drooped his eyelids and looked out through the curved wall.

The battle circle is constantly expanding, and the crowd that was still stranded above the square has completely withdrawn from the square and evacuated to a farther place, only Qianqian and the others are still staying on the roof of the house nearby, like a flat boat in a storm, and there is a danger of being swept into the battle storm at any time.

"Hey, I mean, can't you just get rid of this guy quickly? Since it looks like a Gundam, it must have strength commensurate with its appearance. Kazama frowned, although he only needed to hide here for the time being and not be seen, but it would not be good if this inexplicable battle involved Qianqian and them.

"Click! Touch! ”

As if he understood Kazama's complaint that he couldn't get orders at all, the iron pimple's already unusually strong fist was suddenly covered with a thick layer of sharp armor, and the metal spikes that emitted a cold light were cold, like an angry durian.

"Boom!"

The iron fist, covered in sharp armor, attacked again. Faster speed, more intense impact, with a piercing sound of breaking the air, slammed into the orc's overlapping arms.

"Hizz~"

Blood shot out, and the orc kicked back a few steps, looking at his arm that had been cut open in surprise, and the turquoise blood shot out at a terrifying speed.

The sturdy defensive line, which was still unscathed even under the impact of the stormy iron fist, was finally breached.

The iron pimple also stagnated slightly, and it seemed that the blow just now had also consumed a lot of its energy, and it needed time to replenish it.

Without warning, the green-skinned orc looked at the blood-gushing arm, and suddenly happily opened his mouth and let out an ugly laugh, revealing a mouth full of shark-like fine serrations, "Sure enough, it's a little interesting, it seems that the warm-up exercise has ended early." ”

As soon as the words fell, the green-skinned orc raised his arm suddenly, pouring all the blood that poured out of his body, and in the blink of an eye, he would turn into a strange bloody man, and then, with a big mouth, showed a crazy smile.

"The power of the beast, the blood explosion!"