"Oh my God, I can't see them anymore. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info" Blackburn threw out a sentence in a panic, no doubt he had no experience in this area, so he made the most stupid action. He stopped his steps and looked around, expecting to find either Marcos or Karl. This frightened Freya, as an Imperial mage was only five meters away from him, and the other party was still a mage who could attack from a distance.

With the Viper Cannon parts she was carrying, Freya didn't have any extra hands to pull out for battle. It was impossible to use some simple physical techniques under such a heavy burden, and she could not stretch her body effectively at all. So she could only remind Blackburn loudly: "Run, Blackburn, that magician is going to attack you!"

Blackburn was always in a panic, and the magician across from him wouldn't wait for him to make a move. He had begun to condense the fire elemental in his hands, and I don't know if it was a common problem of magicians, who seemed to be very fond of magic that could turn people into roast meat and kill their opponents.

"Damn. Freya cursed as she tried to hold the barrel of the cannon on her shoulder with one hand, which was a difficult thing to do, and time was running out for her. Without the barrel slipping to the ground, Freya pulled her automatic pistol from her left waist with difficulty. There was no time to aim, and the magician's magic was almost out of his hands.

Without alerting Blackburn, Freya continuously pulled the trigger and fired half of the normal bullets in the automatic pistol magazine, due to the lack of aim, coupled with the weight of the barrel on her body. The half-round bullet she fired was scattered on the ground, but it prevented the magician from casting his magic, and he immediately opened a magical barrier in front of him to fend off the bullet.

After all, ordinary bullets could not penetrate these magical barriers, but it was enough to delay time, and Freya hurriedly shouted to Blackburn again: "Quick, Blackburn!"

There's always a limit to stupidity, and Blackburn already feels his life threatened, and he doesn't want to lose his life. So he took another step, but in a panic, his pace was not as steady as before.

The first guy didn't succeed in the attack, and there will be a second guy, after successfully covering Blackburn, Freya didn't stop for half a minute to put the automatic pistol back into the holster on her waist, and then put her left hand on the side of the barrel, her shoulder was already sore, and she even felt that her shoulder blade had been damaged to a certain extent in the pressure just now. But there was no time for her to think about the superfluous, and before the sharp blades of those fellows could touch her body, she sank into the void formed by Kaija.

"Holy. Marcos stabbed the chest of the guards in front of him, and his sword was not damaged in the slightest in the face of their thick armor. Although this was not expected by him, he had already coated his Taidao with magic sword oil long before.

He was a little worried about the situation of the three of them, and there were almost too many heads to count in between. The already dark space made it almost impossible for him to tell where the three of them were now, and he could only deal with the enemy in front of him with all his might.

From the very beginning, Carl was targeted by two magicians, who seemed to know what kind of danger this man could pose. After using the blockade magic to create a small area obstacle, Carl's bullets were no longer effective in attacking the enemy, and his bullets would be instantly frozen by this blockade magic every time they were not far away, and it seemed that these guys still had some experience in the use of elemental magic. Once the blockade was complete, they began to besiege Karl with the melee guys.

Distracted by these annoying magics, Karl simply put away his revolver. In terms of physical skills, he won't lose to these guys easily. It was obviously unrealistic to use his flesh and blood to resist the sword, so he used the agility he had honed over the years in the Impeccable Zone to deal with these guys.

One guy slowly raised the sharp spear in his hand, and clenched his hands into a stabbing look. That deceived Carl in an instant, but when he started activating his body, Carl knew what the other party was trying to do. It was just a quick idea, maybe the guard was a guy who was good at playing tricks.

As he activated his body, his grip on the spear immediately changed. He quickly lifted the tip of his spear, then swung it diagonally at Karl at great speed. Carl dodged his attack with ease, but what he didn't expect was that maybe this guy's physical fitness was different from the others, and he changed his movements in an instant and stabbed towards Carl.

Karl was shocked, according to his previous combat experience, it was impossible for him to dodge this attack. So in desperation, he also used his extremely fast reaction speed to pull out the two revolvers on his chest, and made a blocking posture with the revolver in a crossed posture.

The guys on the other side even thought that Karl was crazy, they didn't think that such a short and powerful weapon for them could withstand the attack of the spear created by the royal blacksmith of Vitalon, which was no doubt as ridiculous to them as an ordinary Belmar peasant who wanted to use a pitchfork against the elite knights of the Empire.

In fact, Karl did not be able to block the attack, because the moment he received the impact, his body began to fly backwards, and the revolver in his hand was also seriously damaged at the same time, and it was no longer usable, let alone repaired. But he himself was unharmed, and after a second, he jumped up from the ground as if nothing was right.

"I'm sorry, Kelly. Karl retracted the tattered revolver into the holster he was hanging from his chest.

"Ha, this guy is really interesting. The spear-wielding guard said in an appreciative tone.

"At least you're better than the scum who claim to be lawless. Karl said coldly, then activated his body and attacked the guards.

There was a smile of satisfaction on the guard's face hidden under his helmet, he loved the spectacle, as a member of the Royal Guard, the battle was the blood that could drive his life.

Out of the corner of his eye, Maffeo glanced behind him, where a thousand meters of altitude awaited him. Now, if he shows any negligence, he will be transformed into a meatloaf that blends in with the forest. The corpse of the guard lying in front of him had gradually begun to chill, like a cold wind blowing in the air at a height of thousands of meters.

The guards were still gathering around him, and Maffeo knew he only had one chance, so he took a decisive stance. As mentioned before, despite their intimidating strength, they all retain the tradition of being knights, and they will absolutely respect any opponent who fights to the end.

Maffeo retracted his broadsword in one hand, but on his left side of his waist, where there was no scabbard to hold his greatsword. He began to concentrate the blood flowing through his body on his right hand, which held the greatsword, trying to gather it on his greatsword.

He had to do it quickly, and he did. When the guard who bore the brunt of the attack swung his sword and tried to slash Maffeo from the sixtieth floor to the ground, Maffeo immediately drew his sword and threw a powerful half-moon slash horizontally. The power of flesh is powerful and terrifying. The first guard had been split in two by blood from his waist, and the bloody scene seemed to appeal to the demon of Kazan, who began to laugh out loud in Maffeo's heart, which he had always loved.

The aftermath of that flesh also affected the guys behind him, and it was certain that they were all injured in varying degrees in at least this attack, and no one could be as unscathed as Kazan's blood, even if they were powerful royal elite guards.

Maffeo's attack succeeded in opening a gap between them, and Marcos' fighting for it caught his eye. The most important thing now is to meet his companions, and the feeling of fighting alone is very uncomfortable for him. It's not a dependence, it's a trust.