Heavy dark clouds obscured the moon, and the old Dunling looked particularly dark tonight, and tall buildings rose in clusters, and in the faint light they seemed to be twisted and hideous vast forests.

The Zeppelin still cruised above the night sky, the bright lights shining down, but they didn't want to give a little bit of the lower town, it was so dark that it was so deep that it was almost impossible to see anything.

Martial law was imposed tonight, and the various crossings leading to the lower city were strictly guarded, but it was not the mounted police who were guarding there, but the armed Royal Guards, and no one knew when they came, and when they realized they were already there.

Iron boots slammed against the damp ground, and the cold sound of iron echoed in the deep alleys where no one was around.

The soldiers were dressed in red dazes and armed with the new "Dragon's Roar" rifle from the Mechanics, a heavy cannon described as a rifle, which could bring up a three-foot-long flame in the muzzle of each fire, and then in the roar of the dragon, the heavy projectiles were discharged at high speed, capable of piercing the enemy along with the deck in front of them, the weapon was originally conceived as a storm, and the stone brick bunkers were fragile under its volley.

The iron whistle was held in his mouth, and from time to time there was a crow-like whistle in the dark night, as if it was a messenger from death.

"They're not going to go downtown, are they?"

Shrike asked, sneezing. It's a tall platform, and it's a steam tower, but it's actually a shrike watchtower, where the commander can see everything on the battlefield and give orders.

Despite the surging steam, the shrike felt cold and tightened his clothes.

"They were in charge of the blockade, and under the dragon's roar, no one could leave the lower city until dawn. ”

There's a lot of stuff that can't be revealed tonight, not even the Royal Guard.

Galahad looked at the glimmer of light in the night, and said lightly, his gaze was calm and cautious, he always did.

"What if there are so many enemies? can they hold on to the onslaught of so many demons?" Shrike was a little worried, the lower city was next to the outer city, and the so-called hell and heaven were very close.

"This is the old Dunling, we can't let go of any of the demons, not even let them leave the dungeon. ”

Galahad knew exactly what was going to happen tonight, a ruined building not far in front of them, but they both knew that the feast of bliss was beneath the surface of the earth at this moment, and the people there were in a revelry, unaware that death was outside the door.

"It's the age of steam, and the fire of the guns is enough to destroy any enemy, remember the hussars who still nostalgic for the old days? ”

Galahad said disdainfully, sneering at the old days.

"But in the end, all they could do was to bury the old times, the sturdy armor was nothing in front of the black powder, the last hussars were killed by artillery on the way to the charge, only their commander rushed to the high platform, but he was alone, and the battle was decided. ”

"This is the dawn of a new era, the hussars who were once heavily armored have fallen into our hands, not to mention those demons, they are all relics of the old era, and they should die well. ”

Galahad's voice was as calm as ever, the glimmer of the night illuminating his mask and the smell of gunpowder permeating him.

"It looks like a lot of people are going to die tonight...... I'm a little curious, why did you choose to attack tonight, obviously we haven't found out the identity of the mysterious duke yet, and now it's undoubtedly a surprise. ”

Shrike looked down at his kingdom, a filthy garbage heap, then he was the rat king, and he knew very well how many people would die tonight.

"It's too late, we've found out the whereabouts of the plague doctor, he should be in that feast of bliss by now, you know very well what he's going to do, and then the situation will be irreparable. ”

Berau was silent, he knew very well who the plague doctor Galahad was talking about, and tonight Galahad was the commander, and he was only responsible for assisting.

"That great detective should be there by now, right? ”

"Yes, without his intelligence, we wouldn't have thought that Saab would have helped them. ”

Galahad looked at the pocket watch in his hand, the time had not yet come, there was still time.

"Can you still get in touch with the detective? if you can, tell him to get out of here, it's not a detective tonight. ”

"You're going to purify the entire dungeon?"

The shrike looked cold, it would be a massacre.

"No one knows what the plague doctor will leave behind, Arthur means cutting down the grass and eradicating the roots. ”

After a long pause, Beroe sighed, he couldn't contact Lorenzo, the fastest communication in modern times is something called radio, but this thing is currently only equipped inside the purification mechanism, and even the outside world does not know that this technology exists.

Lorenzo could not hear the call of the shrike, and he was now alone.

"Looks like your great detective is going to die there. Galahad said coldly.

"No, that's a scourge, and the Orientals often say that the scourge lasts for a thousand years. Shrike grinned, he was full of confidence in this great detective.

"A thousand years of scourge?"

Galahad raised an eyebrow, he didn't understand the words from the East, even though the world had become incomparably smaller under the snake of the Atrium, the Far East was still a vague word to everyone.

Steam technology set off a revolution, the dragon entrenched in the east also woke up, after the end of the glorious war, the power of steam technology reached its peak, new steam ships and war airships, all kinds of powerful artillery appeared, everyone felt that no one could challenge Invig's position in the countries anymore, the dragon of the east came.

It was a foggy morning, and the crew was still checking the hull as usual and preparing to set sail, but at this moment the endless waves continued to rise and hit the fishing boats as if a storm was coming.

Raising their heads, everyone looked at the behemoth that had come out of the fog, it was so huge, it seemed to come from a monster from an ancient myth.

It was a direct collision between the two cultures, and many of the crew were stunned at the time, they had never seen such a large ship, even the royal flagship of Inlwig was like a child in front of it, and even more shocked was its construction, the steamship had been around for nearly a hundred years, but the big ship seemed to sail out of history, without any steel, just solid wood to build it all together, as if carved out of a big tree that held up the world.

It was a big ship called Kui Long.

The erected sails obscured the sky and the sun, and the entrenched oriental dragon was sewn on it, and hundreds of cannons protruded from the sides of the hull, and the bow of the ship was the monstrous dragon head, and no one had ever seen such a creature that thought it was the end of the world.

What is desperate is that at sunrise, the wet mist dissipates with the daylight, and the sea becomes clear, and then people see the ocean behind the huge ship, which is a hundred ships like it, and hundreds of flags are flying, like migrating cardinals, and the rain of fire burning the canopy.

This is a fleet that spans the world.

Panic and despair swept through the port of Rendona, all the way to the Platinum Palace in Old Dunling, where the fleet from the East was clearly decades behind in weaponry, but still no one thought it could win the war.

This was the first time that the people of Invig had seen people from the East, and they thought they would be as terrifying as the legend said, but the general named Zuozhen did not bring war, he walked into the Platinum Palace in armor, he said that he came with the emperor's will, and left a gift from the East, and then the queen gave them the knowledge of the mechanical institute in return, so the group of Orientals left Invig with the technology of steam, and they did not appear above the sea level until more than ten years later.

"Good people don't live long, but disasters last for a thousand years. This is the whole picture of this sentence, which probably means that those who are bound by their own moral principles usually do not live long, but those who are unprincipled and inferior dregs live to the end. ”

Shrike said and wrapped his clothes tightly again, no steam spewed out, and the condensed water droplets were particularly cold.

"You think he's a scum?" said Galahad, a little surprised, not expecting the shrike to judge him in this way.

"Yes, only the scum needs a new life to escape the past, and Lorenzo Holmes is one of them. ”

Shrike said indifferently.

"But it's precisely such a person who can survive to the end, don't worry about him, let go of the attack, this detective will definitely survive. ”

Recalling the first time he saw Lorenzo, it was hard for Beroe to imagine what the embarrassed man in front of him had gone through, the almost rotting wounds, the empty eyes...... It was a great darkness, but even then Lorenzo had never died, let alone tonight.

"Drip-drip-"

Suddenly, a voice rang out, and the communicator on the chest of the shrike flickered in the darkness. This is a new technology from the Mechanic Academy, they call it radio communication, as long as you hold this thing, even if the two of you are separated by the entire old Dunling, you can receive the message, it is faster and more mobile than the telephone, this will be something that changes the battlefield, but now it is only equipped inside the purification mechanism.

Listening to the message conveyed in the communicator, Shrike's expression gradually became solemn, although it was dark, Galahad still felt the change in Shrike.

"What happened?" he asked.

"Four teams of mounted police tried to enter the lower city, but they were stopped by the Praetorian Guards. ”

It stands to reason that at this time, there will only be mounted police patrolling the streets at night, but the appearance of four teams of mounted police is a bit too abnormal.

"Could it be that Su Yalan Hall has also been corroded?"

For the first time, Galahad's tone was angry.

"No, it's that scumbag. ”

The shrike was clearly more angry than Galahad, and he cursed angrily.

"Hold off the attack, there are important targets in the dungeon. ”

"What important goals?"

Galahad was the commander tonight, and he couldn't understand why the shrike had suddenly overstepped his authority.

"Lorenzo that scumbag, he said that I had no problem dealing with Sabo alone, I thought he would have some novel plan, you know, he single-handedly created the Red River tragedy, he is a detective who sees everything, and he can also become a perfect criminal. ”

"I finally know where this bastard's confidence comes from!"

Shrike explained, with a rage he had never felt before, and as he said he wanted to pull out his revolver, but halfway through the touch, he remembered that it was in Lorenzo's hand. Now he's starting to regret not being able to kill Lorenzo.

"Half an hour ago, the Sualan Hall received an anonymous letter, an address, a name. ”

As he spoke, he pulled out a silver-white rifle from the darkness, with an elongated barrel and a high-powered lens, and a slender gun with a sharp bulge that could be used as a strange sword to fight if necessary.

This weapon is a powerful concept weapon that cannot be mass-produced due to cost issues, and it rarely appears on the battlefield because its owner is the Shrike, the king of the underground, and when the king also draws his sword, it will be a war that matters everything.

"The address is the dungeon managed by Sabo in the lower city, which is the battlefield tonight, and that name is Eve Phoenix. ”

Hearing the name, Galahad was stunned, and for the first time there was an emotion other than calm on the knight's old-fashioned face, and he held his head and paused for a long time before speaking slowly.

"Arthur will kill us all. ”