Beneath the Khante Corner, on the edge of the Beitmund mountains, reinforcements from Bailin had arrived, but he himself had somewhat refused this, of course, in the part other than support.

For the third time, he made a request to take a more proactive approach: "The leader of the enemy has returned, and he has called in local troops, and he is pressing us to fight, and I want to expand the front......

The response in the channel was very blunt, and it seemed that he was trying to suppress his anger: "Major Bailin, are you saying that there are less than twenty merchant guards, and half of the company of security guards who don't even have automatic magic guns, and you are pressed with eighty-three full sets of land combat equipment, which can fight the crew of a brigade of the Imperial Local Legion?"

Bailin gasped like a toothache, the captain of the air rescue team was very unreasonable......

After rescuing the skinned druid from the manor, he uses a scanner to discover a slave prison. The crew who came over rescued more than 30 slaves and took them to the shallow valley on the riverbank outside the manor to stand by.

Unexpectedly, the owner of the manor rushed back, probably thinking that just one or a few of them, waiting for the guards of the nearby towns, plus the remaining guards, actually ran over to arrest them.

At this time, the air rescue team had already contacted Bailin and asked them not to expose the target as much as possible, after all, there were more than 100 people who needed to evacuate, and the rescue team was rushed from the air base in the weeping sand sea to hide their whereabouts. If it attracted the attention of the Empire, thinking that it was a branch operation of the Red Federation in the battle of sky and earth tonight, the flying boat troops in the north would definitely be fully dispatched, and the battle would be endless.

Bailin understands another difficulty for the rescue team, who wants their group to be piled up like melons in the bazaar, and transported away as soon as the plane arrives. If you get along with the enemy, you'll have to spend more time closing in.

Even though the other party's voice sounded young and his rank was lower than his own, Bailin could only do so. Now he and these people belong to the jurisdiction of the other party, and no matter how high the rank, they have to obey the other party's command.

Bailin asked his subordinates to hide with the slaves, so he and two or three people would shoot, and he would not kill them, but only to scare them away.

The problem is that the slave trader seems to have the characteristic of "not doing or dying", and his spirit is more sufficient.

"There are only four of them!"

"Only a single-shot magic guide gun!"

"It's just that the armor is amazing!"

In a mound of stones outside the manor, the slave trader Syndica commanded his men with a teleporter. The guards who came from the nearby towns were almost his men, fed with gold coins, and obeyed him.

"This is a red devil! Catch a bounty of at least 2,000 gold ears!"

"With the bits and pieces on your body, you can sell at least 10,000 Jinpu Ears! This is equal to a thousand strong slaves, and a hundred first-class transcendent slaves!"

"Just now, those people were just frightened when they heard the Red Devil, and they were killed by that guy, isn't it like that now, how can it be so powerful in the legend?"

"Those words are not believed! They are all made up by Deputy Prime Minister Mordwin, who is a man who is more terrible than the devil, and he is a mortal like us!"

Syndica snorted with a burning snort, urging constantly: "Go, go, rush, catch them with the power gun I gave you, catch one and reward fifty ...... One hundred Gimpour!"

The guards and guards kept falling, but none of them were hurt, and the bounty offered by the Syndica was too generous for them to keep coming closer in the temptation.

Seeing that the encirclement formed by his subordinates was getting thicker and thicker from the magic perception scanner that had just arrived, and the four people in the circle were also squeezed together, relying on the big rocks on the bank of the river to resist, Cindica couldn't help laughing, and at the same time rejoiced that she had made a wise choice in Tangus Prison.

The scanner's screen flickered, and several lights representing unknown targets lit up, and the location was overhead. Labels that should indicate levels, occupations, or attributes are brushed with chaotic characters, and they can't be stopped.

"Something is wrong!?"

Syndica patted the instrument, there was no change, and said angrily: "What a thing! Goblins are really profiteers, no exception!"

The guards around him sensed something, looked up, and screamed.

Syndica swallowed and raised her head with difficulty.

More than a dozen figures descended, and they were about to hit his head.

Syndica's fat body suddenly became extremely vigorous, and she fell to the ground and rolled over, shouting at the same time, "Fire! That's the Red Devil's reinforcements!"

The Auto Magic Gun fires hard, but only splashes a little spark on the opponent.

The arc gun shot that was enough to paralyze the sixth-level hero, but the arc seemed to be absorbed, and it fell on the opponent and disappeared without a trace, leaving only a few wandering electric sparks.

The opponent hit the ground with a bang, and the power grid gun also fired, but the other party had no feeling for the electric shock attached to the forbidden hook and the net, and the net pocket was also raised by the opponent's arm, so he used a high-speed sharp weapon to cut out a big hole.

The other party picked up the magic guide gun, which was very terrifying at first glance, and shot out an orange flame shadow in the buzzing and vibrating, and the flame light penetrated the guard's body, blasting up smoke and dust several meters high on the ground, so frightened that the crotch of Syndica's pants suddenly became wet.

This, this is at least an artifact-level magic guide gun that can only be bought by hundreds of thousands of Jinpu ears!

The syndicate used both hands and feet and crawled out of the rocks for her life. Presumably because he had no weapons and no attacks, these warriors dressed in simple but heavy and powerful full-body armor ignored him.

Crawling into the distance, I saw these warriors knocking down the guards one by one, and those guards wearing pure gold armor were also pierced as if they were wearing layers of paper, and Syndica's heart was bleeding, it was a high-end product with thousands of gold ears per set!

The night sky was suddenly obscured by patches of shadows, and the huge floating ship (which seemed to the Syndica to be a floating ship) seemed to burst out of the air and landed lightly on the river.

Bands of Red Devils in full armor emerged from the shadows on the riverbank and led the slaves aboard the floating ship, and the Syndica desperately covered her mouth to keep herself from screaming.

It wasn't four of you who were fighting around just now, but a large group of red demons!?

How lucky I am to be alive now!

"Air Force 907 Rescue Team ......"

"Navy 10389 ship ......"

The captain met with Bailin, and the two saluted, and the brief briefing contained a variety of emotions. There are not only the grievances of Bailin's "tiger falling to Pingyang", but also the unhappiness of the other party "why do our air forces still save your navy".

"Is this a slave owner's estate?"

Seeing the slave who sent the gray whale, the rescue captain became a little curious.

"yes, that's why I think ......"

Bailin opened his visor and turned off the communication system so that his words would not be recorded by the magician armament.

He winked at the captain: "It's just a torpedo." ”

The captain twitched the corners of his mouth: "This is against the rules of the rescue operation." ”

The ordinance stipulates that all unnecessary active attacks are prohibited in rescue operations, and this young man, who should not have been the captain for a long time, has not yet learned to wander around the edge of the ordinance according to the actual situation and corresponding needs, of course, in the eyes of Bailin, a veteran soldier, this is just "flexible handling".

Bai Lin sighed: "If you hadn't stopped me from dealing flexibly with a loud voice that the commander-in-chief could hear in the channel, this slave owner and his estate would have ceased to exist a long time ago." ”

The captain choked, although it was right to say that he strictly followed the rules, but he still felt a little ...... Stupid.

Bai Lin said in the low tone of temptation of the Lord of Ten Thousand Sprouts and QB, "You see, the other party is still carrying out a high-threat attack......

The escaped guards and guards hid in the manor a few hundred meters away, relying on the tall buildings to shoot wildly, and the biggest movement they made was the flame of the muzzle of the gun, and the ripples of the bullets on the shield were almost invisible.

The captain was silent for a moment, then nodded and said, "Given that the other party has a strong desire to take the initiative to attack, and suspects that there are weapons hidden in the manor that are enough to threaten the transport plane, so...... This argument can be established. ”

He turned to his squad's channel and said something, and then said to Bailin: "Make sure there are no other slaves and civilians, and when it will take off, it will be carried out by the escort attack planes, and they also think it is too heavy to go back with torpedoes." ”

He changed his tone to emotion: "Actually, I was born as a slave when I was a child......"

The two looked at each other and smiled, and saluted again.

"Air Force 907 Rescue Team Captain Field White Jr."

"Captain of the Navy 10389 Raul Bailin!"

"Thanks for the rescue!"

"Comrade hard work!"

The Red Devil took the slave on the floating ship, and the floating ship rose into the air, and the water of the small river was also pulled up by a column of water dozens of meters high, and it made a rumbling sound when it was slapped heavily.

Syndica had already crawled outside the manor, and her heart was settled, when a gray trail of smoke suddenly shot down in mid-air.

He watched curiously, but before he could figure out what it was, the manor lit up with a light purple light, as fierce as a strange sun.

It was as if the world was shattered and perception shattered.

When Syndica came to consciousness again, she found that it was already daylight, and she was lying on the edge of a huge pit, and the smoke was rising into the sky.

He sensed something was wrong with him and wanted to shout, but all he could do was make a ho-ho sound.

He tried to stand up, but his limbs didn't feel at all, as if they were gone.

Intense pain hit, and the body seemed to be wrapped in a layer of hot oil, burning incessantly, from flesh to bones, all the way to the soul.

In addition to the fierce burning sensation, he also felt extremely itchy, and couldn't help but rub his face on the ground, and then found a large piece of charred and white face flesh stuck to the ground.

He shouted in a louder voice, drawing a chord of footsteps.

It looked like someone from a nearby town, pumping violently around him.

Cindicka, a slave trader with no limbs and clothes and skin burned together, like pieces of cooked meat on a barbecue grill, is the only survivor of the "Meteor Calamity".

The Zeta District, with a diameter of a kilometer and a height of a kilometer, pressed several mountains underneath, and the Tower of Babel, which resembled the high crown of a priest who was several times elongated, stood tall in the mountains, covered by a protective barrier that emitted a light purple light.

"The battle at night is fierce......"

On the viewing platform extending from the bottom of the Tower of Babel, Farrell, the director of the Micro Magic Research Institute, said with emotion: "I thought that the fleet of the Dawning Empire would fall from the sky and blow up the Tower of Babel, or send dozens of legends to do this, or drill out a legion from the ground......"

"Don't have delusional victimization, Farrell", sitting next to him in a floating wheelchair, with purple eyes focused on the void in mid-air, slender fingers like white jade spirit snakes, crackling and tapping on the keyboard, the girl muttered: "A naval detachment, twenty air squadrons, an anti-aircraft missile array that can shoot three thousand missiles at the same time to attack a thousand targets, and the poor demon environment in the Zeta District, I really can't think of where the Dawning Empire has the guts to come and blow up the Tower of Babel." ”

"And what's the point of blowing up the Tower of Babel?"

"Our next spectacle is about to start soon, and it's not unclear that the Dawning Empire is fighting with us for control of the penalty area at any cost, isn't it just that we are afraid that we will do the same to the forbidden area around Valentine?"

Farrell, who was once an evil arcanist and now follows the Witch of Wisdom in her quest for the truth, said respectfully, "Yes, Your Highness, when I learned about this spectacle, I was also so shocked that I couldn't speak. ”

"I hope this spectacle can surpass the mortal world and help the Divine War", Wei Ji sighed: "It's a pity that the strength of our Micro Magic Research Institute alone is not enough, it also depends on the progress of the Mobile Fortress project, but Rusya, who is in charge of the project, does not know enough about Micro Magic technology......"

When he spoke, his eyes were looking at the sky, and his hands were still typing on the keyboard.

Farrell finally couldn't help but ask, "Your Highness, what is this...... The keyboard looks like an input device. Isn't there a heart-to-heart technology that can be input directly with your mind? Why do you even need to use this thing?"

Vicky said very seriously: "You don't understand this, you need to process the results of thinking directly with your thoughts, and the keyboard can process your thoughts." Once I use it, some of my thoughts can be attached directly to the keyboard, which is equivalent to giving the keyboard a soul, so that the keyboard also helps me think. ”

Farrell was even more puzzled: "But Your Highness, you are a witch, no matter how many thoughts you have, no matter how messy your thoughts are, you have enough mental power to deal with them." ”

Vicky coughed and said, "There are always too many tools, which is equivalent to attaching an extra thread to yourself." ”

Farrell was reluctant: "But this thread still costs hands......"

"Okay, I just learned from Sister Xiaohong!"

Vicky was annoyed: "She said that without a coder and without a keyboard, it is equivalent to losing the whole world, and the posture of a female coder is rare and typing on the keyboard is full of charm!

Farrell let out a long sigh and stopped talking, saying secretly in his heart that His Highness the Mentor was missing the Cardinal.