Although the attitude is relaxed, the number of screw flies should not be underestimated, and the suicide unarmed bombing of small groups threatens the lives of the three people. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

The swarm of flies swooped down and flew over, densely packed in a dense patch that could send chills down the back of the head of anyone with a phobia of density.

Although spitting fire in his mouth is just opening his mouth, and it does not affect his nose breathing, Roger still takes a sharp breath of air, his mouth bulging slightly, waiting for the moment when the screw fly approaches him.

The swarm of flies had already rushed up, but the boy waited calmly until the fastest one was about to crash into his chest.

A raging fan-shaped flame swept two meters in front of him, and the heat melted the wings of any screw fly that dared to fly into the forbidden area.

Screwflies, which had lost their ability to fly, fell to the iron-cooled floor, and the crunch of Ding Lingdang was incessant, like a crappy musician playing an inferior instrument.

Perhaps due to the inertia of the dive, the swarm did not turn quickly away from the flames, and nearly a tenth of the screwflies were left behind, crawling in vain on the ground in front of Roger.

The boy stopped breathing fire and smacked his lips and complained, "Maybe I've said it many times... But this trick is really dry after a long time. ”

The flying swarm circled a few times above the trio's heads, sensing that the flames had stopped and swooped down again.

But the ending is no different, it's still a clang, but the screwflies escape a little faster than last time.

While breathing fire, Roger didn't stop at his feet, kicking the screwflies that had lost their wings and crawled on the ground indiscriminately.

Even if some of the fish slipped through his blockade, Alice and Caroline would be more than adequate.

Rushed down, burned, fell to the ground, and flew back into the air.

After repeating this a few times, these poor mechanical creatures with small brains (if they had brains) finally realized that this two-legged creature and flames were as terrible as the heat...

The swarm of screwflies flew away as if they were circling to attack them, and they didn't show any embarrassment of being defeated and fleeing...

It's too hard to make an embarrassing expression for a screw head who doesn't have a face... You can't expect these flies to spell out the word "embarrassment" in mid-air... Their brain capacity is simply not enough to calculate something so complex.

"It's nothing, a bunch of little things that have long been eliminated... You can't get to me," comforted the dormouse when he saw the flies fleeing, and the effect was so obvious that he immediately became proud: "Can't get to me! Yes, there are no doors!"

Roger laughed too, not to mention whether or not their goal was it, even if it was...... The boy bent down to pick up a crawling screw fly on the ground and walked out of the hollow.

"Huh~" The screw brushed the glass of the control room with the sound of the wind.

Since his hands were no longer paralyzed during the decisive battle in the Kingdom of Narnia, Roger's crosshairs were less erratic.

At least it's a little lower than normal, and a few more rounds of long-range attacks can be adjusted, and they can also hit.

Caroline and Alice also stepped in to join the screw-shooting team.

If Roger can hit four times out of ten, then Caroline is five out of ten, and Alice is eight out of ten.

It's easy to tell the difference between high and low talent.

Although Roger's hit is not high, his speed is fast enough, his strength is big enough, and his physical strength is good enough, exactly like a humanoid baseball ball machine that has been driven to the maximum power, and the big screws continue to fly towards the control room.

The glass crackled as it was smashed, and the special windows that resisted the freezing and low temperature were not very resistant to this kind of physical impact, and they were soon full of cracks.

The bounced screws can also be picked up for reuse as a supplement to ammunition, as long as the glass shatters, Roger can ensure that the missing leg mouse is buried alive by the screw.

The dormouse was also a little flustered, and the wheel rolled back and forth, eventually pulling down a lever, and a disc slowly rose from its body, ready to send it into the pipe that connected to the control room above.

"It's just a temporary stop! Only a small obstacle, it's insignificant! I'm going to keep going. However, the dormouse has a villain spirit, and does not forget to say a few incoherent words when he runs: "I'll deal with you later, Alice." You'll never be able to stop us!"

"B, don't run, come down and just face it, I'll let you have your hands and feet!" Roger shouted as he jumped to his feet underneath.

Even if the dormouse wants to come down, it's too late, and the disc that rises up doesn't have an automatic lowering function.

Caroline looked at the solidified steel waterfall and was a little worried: "The Mad Hatter's arm is on there, how are we going to go up?"

Although the Iron Falls is rough after solidification, there are no large bumps to climb.

Roger looked at the difference between the top and bottom of the waterfall, and estimated that it was sixteen meters away, and if there was a point of strength, it would be enough to jump twice in three gears.

"Alice, do we need to go up to the next place?" the boy thought to another question.

Alice pointed to a pipe next to the cauldron on the waterfall and said, "We're going there." ”

"Pipes again, we're not plumbers named Mario......" Roger complained, picking up the pickaxe he had dropped on the ground when he ran away with the girls in his arms.

Picking the pickaxe and knocking the iron waterfall, the pickaxe head chiseled into the iron wall instantly flattened the point, and the waterfall was only half a finger deep dentation.

The rapidly cooling iron slurry is as if it has been quenched, and the iron wall is extremely hard.

But it would be nice to leave a trace.

Roger leaped high, his waist twisted, the pickaxe in his hand rounded and nailed into the center of the waterfall, and the boy's arm took on an eerie angle due to the exertion.

After landing on the ground, Roger shook his arm, and with a crisp click, the broken arm was restored to its original state.

Another hand, the boy jumped up with the two girls in his arms, stepped on the pickaxe in mid-air to borrow his strength, and calmly climbed the waterfall.

After setting the girls in, Roger turned and flipped down again.

In a short time, he jumped up with a pickaxe and a chiseled dent.

Caroline glanced at her brother in confusion: "Why did you go?"

Roger replied to the pickaxe in his hand: "Go down and get this, that's my first pickaxe." ”

“...... Would you like to pick up another handful in the garbage heap in a moment?" said Caroline, full of disdain.

Roger crossed his arms and looked back with even more contempt: "Cut, that's different." I've already named this one... Anything that has been named can't be littered, and everyone understands that. ”

Caroline: "...... What is it called. ”

Roger: "Carol~" (Caroline's nickname)

Caroline felt the muscles in her head pop up again.

Alice interjected, "For a pickaxe, the name Carol is inferior. ”