Edward's face twitched as he looked at the huge container in front of him. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

In front of him were a dozen containers more than a meter wide...... To be precise, barrels of soft white light were suspended on the bases of black discs, and the heavily armed rangers were suspended in them like specimens soaked in jars, each "jar" containing a ranger.

Between these "jars" there is a pedestal larger and more complex than the others, on which is a larger, milky-white translucent sphere, also shining with blue light, inside the sphere, a man with his whole body straight, limbs spread out and suspended in an X-shape, a large-brimmed hat, a military coat...... Who else could it be but that person? It was not surprising that Edward would receive such special treatment....... Looking at the shape of the device that bound him, one could see that the design of this thing was intended to imprison a demon from subspace.

"You guys!" Ryan asked angrily.

"Calm down, company commander," said Edward, looking at the condition of the lower cavalry and Konstantin, "they are all right, just placed in containers." ”

"Yes," the Prophet glanced at Edward.

"These friends of yours, they're not the same as you, they"

The Prophet paused, as if pondering how to do as little as possible without dampening our self-esteem.

This was extraordinary, at least Edward had never seen a Spirit like this before...... Speak to humans in a low profile.

These haughty pointed ears always subconsciously treat humans as inferior animals, and this is almost impossible to change.

"It's crazy that we can't communicate with them, so we have to make them ...... in this way"

The Prophet hesitated again and finally said, "Let them calm down." ”

"Then I should thank you, witch," said Edward grimly, "in the name of the Emperor, we may be able to tolerate such an insult once, but you won't have a chance again." ”

The Prophet looked at Edward, his helmet covering his face.

Before she could reply, another small prophet suddenly appeared next to the instrument.

"Pafel ......, I've ...... Adjust your ...... Instrument, need ...... Now ......, ...... to release the Imperials? ”

The little prophet appeared behind the instrument, fiddled with it twice, and then stepped aside.

"Either way, now we've reached an agreement." The masked prophet turned her cold, tasteless mask face to Ryan...... And Edward, he doesn't give people any bad associations, and he can't give people any good associations.

"But they need to be brought to terms with that. It's up to you to ...... Give instructions. The prophet's voice seemed to be a little fluttering.

Ryan stared closely at the container containing Commissar Konstantin.

"That ....." Ryan tucked his arm and pointed there, feeling uncomfortable, but he didn't want to know what had happened to "Raging Constantine" before it was canned.

"I'll have to talk to him first." Ryan's voice was as soft as a mosquito.

The Prophet was silent for a full five seconds.

“....... Does it have to be this way? As expected, this spirit clan also seemed a little uncomfortable. Ryan wanted to take her mask off and see what the face was underneath.

"You have to do it." Ryan turned his head and smiled at the Elvens..... Laughing is worse than crying. He recalled the origin of the rumor: "Raging Konstantin" with the title....... Hopefully it's just a rumor. At the same time, I felt a hint of vicious happiness in my heart.

......The masked prophet hesitated for a moment, but finally came with Ryan to the instrument that imprisoned Constantine.

Edward, on the other hand, stood next to the short, prophetic man with a flat instrument and fiddling with something, all the while secretly vigilant.

Ryan looked closely at the commissar inside, his head was lowered, his face could not be seen, and there seemed to be several injuries on his body, but he was almost healed. Ryan shrugged at the prophet beside him.... A classic human gesture, and then the Prophet seemed to mumble something, as if he had a spell for himself or something, and then raised a hand and briskly drew a symbol through the air.

The ball of light around the commissar flashed a few times, then faded and disappeared.

Konstantin was still hovering there in an X-shape, motionless and without looking up, seemingly unconscious.

"The restraints are lifted, and now he is only levitating.....," the Prophet said softly, but only halfway......

....... Ryan and Edward were frightened by a thunderous explosion.

"I'm just waiting for your words! Abnormity****!!! ”

Before Ryan could react, he saw the madman in the black coat leap out of the levitating force field like a spring. Then he reached out and drew his sword...... But the spirits had apparently unloaded his sword beforehand, so he raised his hands and pounced on the Prophet like a craving Kluth Hound with two bullets in his ass and a mad man.

A burst of white light flickered, and at the same time set off a small shock wave, Ryan couldn't help but raise his arm to protect his face and took two steps back. He looked up, and saw the Prophet leaning back in an extremely tired position, his hands raised forward, and a white light from his arms and palms pressed against Constantine, but she seemed to look a little reluctant, and her feet seemed a little unsteady on her feet, and she let out a pang of painful gasps.

The commissar on the other side did not show the slightest sense of relaxation, and his one-eyed eye was as big as the muzzle of an automatic cannon. The already distorted face was made even more terrifying by the strong mood swings, the whole face had turned red to the color of pig's liver, a wisp of saliva ran down the corner of the mutilated and distorted mouth, and the teeth were gritted like a file against glass. Although he was restrained by the power of the other party's spells, he still pressed forward as hard as he could, and a pair of large hands like iron pincers seemed to be nailed not far from the prophet's face, but he still kept adding strength.

The flames that burst out of his single eye alone had already sent Ryan shudder. It was an intense, volcanic eruption of fury that even the craziest orcs could reach, only humans, very few humans. And the power in his hand was enough to wring the Prophet's slender neck in an instant.

The expression of the short prophet who was standing on the side loosened a little, and he began to make a quick gesture, and with a flash of light, two ghostly mechs several meters tall strode out of the void, still holding huge spears and glittering silver blades in their hands, while a group of war witches in black armor with shining blades in their hands also came out of the bushes, raising the double-headed blades in their hands and surrounding the political commissar.

Unexpectedly, the masked Prophet raised her hand with difficulty, blocking her men and her companion.

"Hurry up, stop him!" Now her voice is no longer calm, "I'm fast, I can't hold on, I'm afraid I have to ......"

"Stop, old orc!" Edward shouted.

"Of course," Constantine's voice sounded like a roaring orc warlord or tyrannical tyrant, "and I'll stop when I tear off the pointed ears of this alien **** and stuff them in her asshole." ”

"Damn, it will be too late then!" Edward shouted, and Ryan picked up the conversation next to him, "Stop the commissar, now they're our allies, and Tyron, with as much as the sea, is standing in our way?" ”

Konstantin turned his head, and his one eye flashed with a fierce light that made it seem like he had fallen into an ice cellar.

"You two mean, you guys, you want me to tie a bow with the intestines of the two of you after ripping off the alien's head?"

"Damn, didn't you hear me?" Edward roared as he gripped the shield in his left hand, "We now have more important enemies to deal with!" ”

"Then you should wash your head with urine!" The political commissar said, and at the same time seemed to increase his strength, and the prophet seemed to be holding on to it no longer, "These pointy ears will not talk to you about moral beliefs, as long as they have the slightest opportunity, they will sell you clean!" ”

"I know you're sad because of the captain, but don't forget about Xiu'en!" Edward shouted again, raising his shield and slamming it into Konstantin's face, of course, without activating the concussion field - "Or do you forget why those people died?!" ”

The sudden blow knocked Konstantin stumbling, thus temporarily freeing the Prophet.

Konstantin rolled over and jumped up, smashing it with a punch, and Edward blocked the punch with his free right hand, "How dare you mention this?" ”

"Why not? If it weren't for you, we would have killed that manyman and failed the mission? I replied aloud, "Your Excellency Inquisitor has explained so much to you, if I had to say, I would have cut off your head with a sword!" ”

Konstantin didn't speak, and for a long time, he withdrew his fist and stared at me, "So, you've decided?" His eyes were no longer scorching rage, but cold ice" followed the group of pointed ears. ”

"At least for now." Edward responded, "Only the Emperor can see everything, we are all mere mortals. ”

After hearing this, Konstantin silently straightened his coat, straightened the brim of his hat, and then glanced at the alien prophet who was gasping for breath with his spear, and slammed his spit on the ground..... They almost smashed a hole in the ground, and walked away with steps ten times heavier than the Sentinel Mech.

Edward looked around, and the war wizards stood still with their weapons in hand, seemingly at a loss. The Prophet straightened up and looked at Edward's face without saying a word, while the other short Prophet waved at her two ghost mechs before sweeping Ryan and Edward.

As for the commissar, he was standing at the edge of the field, with his back to himself, crushing the clumps of innocent dead grass on the ground with the heels of his big leather boots into fine pieces that not even the wind could blow.

"Let's move on." Edward said, patting Ryan on the shoulder, "I'll settle for you the biggest, and then it's up to you to deal with those Rangers, better come one by one." ”