Chapter Eighty-Seven: Posture

The assassin held his sword with both hands, and then rushed forward with one step, his body shook violently with the momentum of his right foot landing, and instantly forced back Elodur, who was wrestling with him, and at the same time twisted his waist and turned his body, turning ninety degrees in the blink of an eye, and a hand knife blocked the attacking giant axe, directly sweeping the king of the dark elves upside down.

"Strange, why don't you see people from the Machine Empire for half a day?"

In the next moment, the dark blue figure leaped forward, like a lightning bolt that pierced the sky, and landed directly on the silver spire of the Dark Elf Palace.

Just when the Assassin suspected fraud and was about to observe for a while. Aerodur's figure bounced in a few accelerations, scurrying up the scattered buildings on the high ground of the palace, and leaping onto the silver spire in hot pursuit.

Buzz——!

There was a beep in the air, a vague afterimage still frozen in midair, and Elder Du's true body had already rushed towards the assassin like lightning, and his figure was pulled into a silver beam at this extremely high speed, like a long silver dragon winding upward, and swooped down on the assassin.

“......”

The Assassin's pupils narrowed dramatically, and the depths of his pupils reflected the figure of his opponent getting closer and closer—the Dark Elf warrior clenched his swords and leaned forward with a brisk step, his figure evolving into dozens of changing postures as it moved.

"No matter what! Get rid of this guy who gets in the way as soon as possible!"

The assassin turned his heart sideways, and his right hand instantly turned into a knife and quickly slashed across the void, cutting through the air in an instant, and actually shot out several shining purple arcs of light.

Sneer——!

These arcs of light quickly joined together after they were released, and they swirled around each other at high speed, like a swirling purple whirlwind, whistling and spinning towards the dark elf warrior.

Seeing this, Elder immediately adjusted his pace, preparing to avoid the incoming arc of light.

However, as if they had anticipated his movements, the blades of light first spun and scattered, and then closed in all directions towards the Dark Elf's position.

"Damn it!"

Ildur suddenly felt uncomfortably almost vomiting blood, only to feel that the thin and sharp blades of light seemed to be haunted by gods, first disappeared, and then suddenly appeared out of the air, and then sealed all his evasive actions. So fast that he couldn't even see their presence, only the sound of them slicing through the air.

"No, request for support!"

Seeing that he was about to finish the game, he immediately called for help through the sensors installed on his body.

Sneer——!

At that moment, two huge blades of light slashed at Eldur like lightning—the moment they almost touched his skin, they were suddenly blocked by a blue energy shield.

"The people of the Machine Empire have finally struck!"

Taking this scene into his eyes, the assassin put his hands together, and the brightness of the faint blue light on his body quickly increased, quickly becoming dazzling.

At the same time, with his body as the center, the air compressed and condensed into a huge arc, as if solidified, revealing a crystalline texture close to that of a diamond.

Bang——!

In the next instant, the arc suddenly expanded and exploded.

The explosion emitted a high-pitched, high-pitched metal trill, almost tearing the eardrums of the dark elves, and a huge shockwave spread out in all directions in a circle, forming a tsunami-like shockwave visible to the naked eye, and then blasting towards Elder with thunderous power.

At the same time, the figure of the assassin flickered, like a dark blue lightning bolt stabbing at the Dark Elf warrior.

Rumble——!

Just before the Assassins struck Ellerdu, their remaining silver spires exploded, and a burly metal body leaped out - teleporting in front of Ildur, completely protecting him behind his body.

"Lock on to the target!"

At the same time, the burly mechanical lifeform slammed down its hips, aiming at the incoming assassin with a heavy punch that swung its arms forward.

Boom ——!

The two figures, one large and one small, collided head-on, and the explosive force spread out from the clash, and a tornado-shaped shock wave rose up, turning everything in the area covered into flying ashes.

The palace beneath them fell apart in an instant, scattering the air in a chaotic chaos with the explosion of broken bricks, dust, and glass.

In the process of falling, Aerodor was so swept away by the oncoming air wave that he had to leap backwards, and fell to the courtyard, almost falling to the ground.

Luckily, Barak was quick-eyed, and just before he was about to fall, he reached out and grabbed his former enemy.

"Thank you, Your Majesty!" he thanked immediately.

"Our mission is over, so let's leave the rest to the Machine Empire. Looking at the mechanical lifeforms standing in the ruins of the palace, Barak said calmly.

"Hmm. Aledor nodded, put away his swords, and stood beside the King of the Dark Elves.

Their previous battle was actually a political gesture, in order to send a message to the outside world: the Dark Elves' determination to reconcile is unbreakable! Both King Barak and the leader of the rebels, Eledu, sincerely want reconciliation.

The leader of the rebel army and the king fought side by side with their enemies...... Who dares to say that the reconciliation talks are fake?

Once this political signal is released, no one will suspect that the reconciliation talks are a malicious conspiracy.

Now that the posture has been sufficient, the process of reconciliation between the two sides will be much faster - whoever opposes reconciliation has an ulterior purpose, and who is a traitor on the side of the Federation!

Provided, of course, that they survive the assassination.

"You have to win!"

At this moment, both Erodur and Barak were praying silently in their hearts.

In the face of opponents of that level, their strength can be said to be insignificant, so it is impossible to continue fighting, and all they can do now is pray.

......

In the ruins of the palace, the Assassin took two steps backwards, struggling to open his eyes in the rapidly flowing air around him.

After seeing the scene in front of him, his body trembled slightly, and the fear in his heart swallowed him away like an ocean.

At this moment, the figure standing in front of the assassin was a lead-gray mechanical lifeform more than five meters tall, burly, with rough lines, looking half-human, half-beast.

It has a pair of stout mechanical arms, heavy metal armor, and a torso structure similar to that of a turtle, giving it an indestructible sense of solidity.

Full metal mecha fighting god!

This model of mechanical lifeform is a one-soldier combat weapon specially designed by Evan for those who are physically strong.

It is extremely fast and has a powerful ramming power, and its two mechanical arms can be converted into a variety of weapons that can be used to neutralize most cold weapon opponents. The armor is also extremely heavy, and on the basis of thick skin, high attack and high defense, it is further equipped with a special energy shield, which can be said to be the nemesis of agile assassins.

In addition to this, the all-metal mecha fighting god is also equipped with heavy firepower weapons and has a powerful armor-piercing ability.