In the regent office of the Kepesh Palace, Princess Tifia sat behind the desk with her numb wrist, Rana stood in front of the princess through a desk, the sword in her hand was erected diagonally in front of her, and one of the enemies in her field of vision had fallen to the ground and was no longer moving, and the other guy who had fought with her before confronted her again with a steady broad-bladed heavy sword and a giant black iron shield, and the steel boots under her feet supported the heavy armor on her body, as if suspended by an invisible wire in the air only two or three centimeters above the ground, A little ghost light in the helmet seemed to lock on to Ranna, who was blocking in front of her, and it seemed that she had to defeat the princess's side before she could kill the princess, the regent of the Violet Kingdom. Pen % fun % Pavilion www.biquge.info

The guard, armed with a giant shield and a heavy sword, temporarily judged Rana to be the first target to kill.

At the same moment, on the other side of the confrontation, Ran Na clenched the sword in her hand, stared at the heavily armored guard in front of her with fierce eyes, although the look on her face was fearless, but she still turned her back to Her Royal Highness the princess who swore to protect her and whispered: "Your Highness, our situation may not be optimistic. ”

Tifia's voice was calm: "I understand. ”

She calmly witnessed the confrontation between Rana and the heavily armored guards, calmly told her attendant that "I understand", and her fast-running brain soon tried to analyze something as calmly as possible.

In the midst of all that, first of all, she had lost hope for the palace guards who were patrolling the corridors of the palace, after all, whether it was the movement of Rana fighting with the enemy or the sound of her shooting, the palace guards were not deaf, and if they could hear them, they should have rushed from the corridor outside the room by this time.

She guessed that most of the patrolling guards in the palace had some accident.

As for the two heavily armored guards who came to assassinate her, Princess Tifia was just as surprised as Rana when she first saw each other, because she and the lady-in-waiting beside her recognized that the two guys, covered in iron armor, were not living people at all, but puppets.

A type of puppet soldier researched and created by the Violet King Wizarding Academy.

The kingdom's wizards and craftsmen originally intended to use pure magical energy as the core to drive the actions of these ironclad golems, and since Count Kalea brought back the remains of the magic objects left behind by the dwarves of the plateau from the mountain roads of the Radiant Valley, these fanatical intellectuals began to study the magic technology of the previous era, during which in addition to producing a batch of small firearms of poor quality, the new puppet soldiers with the magic guide device as the power core were also one of their masterpieces.

Although the research of magic technology has successfully spawned a group of failed small magic guide monks in the probationary period of the Violet Kingdom, Princess Tifia knows that the research of this ancient technology is actually only carried out secretly in the underground laboratory of the Royal Wizarding Academy, and the only people who have the right to know about this secret project are the few academy tutors who have participated in the research and have clearly favored her in the political arena, as well as several important regents of the regency faction, including Duke Tobs and Valberia.

Thinking of this, Tifia frowned slightly, feeling that there was a traitor in her faction.

That's when it happened.

"Bang ——!"

Suddenly there was a deafening crushing sound from the glass window facing away from the princess.

The ice cracked fragments slid down from the windowsill like a cascading waterfall, and Tifia and Ranna were startled, and the eyes of the two pairs of eyes glanced behind them, and then they saw a young man of about twenty years old hunched over the decorative terrace outside the window, his half-bent feet kicked back, his body leaping into the air in the room, a compound short bow in his hand opened in the air with splashed glass shards, and the thing on the string was not an arrow, but a spiral iron sword that faintly burned with sparks.

The young man opened one eye and aimed at the magic puppet who was still confronting Rana a moment ago, and as soon as the hand pulling the string loosened, the spiral iron sword attached to the bow immediately shot at the puppet soldier who lit up under the slit of the helmet.

The puppet soldier was not slow to react, and it immediately held the giant black iron shield in front of it.

In the next second, the spiral iron sword hit the front of the giant shield with heavy force, and the iron shield broke through a large hole with a "poof", and the spiral iron sword with a few embers on the surface unstoppably pierced the puppet soldier's head, brutally overturning it to the floor.

The dark blue light in the crack of the puppet soldier's helmet was extinguished, and the heavy sword and giant shield in its hand fell to the ground and rolled to the side with a "clang", and the young man who broke through the window then landed calmly in a half-squatting posture, and the compound short bow in his hand also "snapped" and broke into several pieces.

There was no need to guess, the young man who had just shot the Sword of Fire as an arrow with a compound shortbow was none other than Finn.

In the hands of the [Legendary Destroyer], the shield of a mere magic puppet is as brittle as white paper, and the same is true for a compound short bow made of ordinary workmanship.

"Who are you?" While Finn half-crouched to the ground, although Rana applauded the blow he had just fired with his sword at the puppet soldier, she still didn't dare to let her guard down when she was not sure of the intentions of the comer.

So the lady-in-waiting, with her wheat-colored skin and two amber eyes, immediately looked at Fein with an awkward mixture of gratitude and caution, and the corner of her eye was attentive to Princess Tiphia's safety.

As Finn walked up to the remains of the ironclad puppet soldier and drew the Furnace Sword, Lilith's figure appeared outside the shattered window.

The black-haired warlock girl floated into the room from the night sky outside the window using the levitation technique as always, and landed expressionlessly next to the wheelchair under the princess's seat to meet Princess Tifia's slightly surprised gaze.

Rana turned her head, and deduced from the dark iron steel staff that Lilith was holding in her left hand that she was a spellcaster, and although her long-term trained eyesight did not show the slightest hostility in her, she still sincerely prayed in her heart that this seemingly harmless black-haired girl would not have any bad thoughts about the princess.

Otherwise, even if she died, she would drag Finn and Lilith to the land of the dead.

"Can you tell me your name, young gentleman, or knight?" While Rana was alerting Finn and Lilith, Tifia sat in the wheelchair seat with a calm demeanor, her eyes calm and attentive as she looked at Finn as he turned his back to her and drew his sword from the puppet soldier's head.

Finn took back the Hearthfire Sword, threw away the compound shortbow that had been broken into several pieces, turned to face the regent of the Violet Kingdom, and replied with an unconfused gaze on Princess Tifia's aquamarine eyes, "Finn Nol Ozelit." ”

"We've made an appointment to meet, Your Highness the Princess." (To be continued.) )