Maffeo gripped the gap in the exterior with both hands, and climbed from the fifty-ninth floor to the sixtieth floor with very small movements. He had to be careful not to make any sound www.biquge.info the Imperial Army, and even though the Imperial Army didn't have a good view in the floor due to the dimness, they wouldn't let go of the slightest sound. Maffeo couldn't help but feel amused when he thought about it, he never thought that disrepair would become a good thing now.

Other than that, it doesn't make much sense to think about it. It was time for him to think about how to face the elite guards of the Empire, if it was a sword competition, then he was just a sea catfish struggling in the harbor in the fishing nets of the fishermen. Although he didn't want to do that, maybe it was the only way, and his swordsmanship was not yet at the level of Fit. Maybe sometime, he thought he should go to Fett and ask for advice.

Maffeo slowly poked his head out of the barrier formed by the stone slab that had been split into pieces by Crevor, and observed the situation within the level. He had never known that this city in the sky could be so magical, and it looked as bright as ever from the outside. But this was in the dim turf of the puppeteer, and of course, he didn't show too much surprise, because he believed that after months of exploration, he had already become accustomed to these things that ordinary people could not understand.

The Imperial forces within the layer are still resting, but rather they are discussing some plans than resting. None of their guards showed signs of relaxation, and they huddled around Cravo like passers-by from Huttonmaar watching a fight in the ring. Hell, Maffeo also has to admit that these kinds of races are often able to get their adrenaline pumping to a certain extent. But now, his heart has dropped to a freezing point.

Crave's voice was so small that Maffeo couldn't hear what he was saying. That might be a lot of information, but I'm only human, and my hearing isn't as sensitive as those purple-skinned, demonic-like dark elves in storybooks. For a while, he had speculated whether these fellows were born this way or if they had undergone some ancient ritual after birth, and in short, he admired their sensory abilities.

What is certain is that after nearly a few minutes or so of observing through his own eyes, Maffeo still did not notice that the other party had any intention of leaving. They took the trouble to exchange their thoughts with each other, maybe Krevor was a good commander, but Maffeo didn't want to think too much about this kind of thing now, it was time for him to signal Marcos.

He retracted his head and tore a small piece of rag from his already tattered half-shoulder cloak. After using his ghost hands and feet to ensure his balance and not make himself fall, he slowly opened his right hand and let go of the rag and let it fly. "Hopefully he'll be able to see it. Maffeo whispered.

Marcos, on the edge of the fifty-ninth floor, had been waiting for a long time, and he didn't even dare to smoke, lest the smell of tobacco make the Imperial soldiers even more vigilant. He had been waiting for Maffeo's signal, and in addition to poking his head out to look upwards from time to time, he was also aware of the pre-agreed signals that might appear in the air at any time. Now, he's finally waited.

Maffeo signaled. Marcos walked up to the three and said softly. It's just that from a distance of one floor, he doesn't dare to speak loudly.

"We're ready. Freya nodded to Marcos.

"Blackburn, can you?" asked Marcos.

Blackburn was visibly nervous, he had never experienced such a dangerous moment in his twenty-odd years of life. It was hard for him to imagine what the process would be like, but what he could know was that he had to face it. "I can try. ”

"It's not as simple as "trying", if you're not careful, you'll lose your life. I don't know if Carl's words were a warning or a reproach. "However, I will try to keep you safe, trust me. ”

"Thank you, Mr. Morin. ”

"Okay, I'll say it one last time. When you get into the running mode, Kaija will continue to provide you with a state of emptiness, at that time you don't need to panic, just keep running, those guys can't attack you. I must say that there is a little discomfort when entering the void, but try to hold back. Don't stop you, get rid of them as soon as possible, I'm sure they'll split up and chase you. ”

"Thank you for your kind reminder, after all, you're an expert on ghosts. Freya spread her hands.

"Please, Freya, I'm just a jerk. Marcos smiled, stood up, drew his sword and swung it twice in his hand. "Tell me when you're ready. ”

So the three of them began to put the parts on their bodies, and for safety, Carl would not carry any parts for the time being, and he could concentrate on the battle wholeheartedly. The heavy base that Carl was carrying was originally carried by Blake, and he had to carry a backpack, which was really hard. And Freya, she still carries the extremely heavy barrel.

"We're all right. Karl pulled out two revolvers, both of which he slung from his waist.

Marcos nodded without looking back, and then swooped down on the stairs leading to the upper level with incredible speed with his feet. There is no doubt that the Imperial Army on the 60th floor caught the movement caused by Marcos at the first time, and they immediately entered the battle mode, and the two guards guarding the stairs made a blockade posture in an instant.

Maffeo had already understood that they were going to carry out their plan, and after a quick prayer, his eyes began to glow red, and the figure of Kazan appeared in his heart, revealing a chilling smile. He didn't know when he first became like this, but he was sure it was the reason for the increase in the number of prayers he went to the cathedral with Marcos.

He jumped up and into the floor, which surprised the Imperial Army for a moment, but it didn't stop them from turning their gaze and starting to deal with the enemy in front of them. Maffeo couldn't even make a moment's sneak attack, and when he swung his first sword, one of the Imperial soldiers closest to the edge raised his spear to fend off Maffeo's slash.

But Maffeo was unmoved by his reaction, and Kazan's power was not even effective against these elite guards. Maffeo kept an eye on the movements of the other guards as he put pressure on his greatsword. Seconds later, the guard with the spear in his hand was flipped to the ground by Maffeo, along with the man with the gun. He couldn't be sure if the other had lost their resistance or was dead, as the other guards had already attacked with their weapons in hand.

By this time, Marcos' feet had reached the sixtieth floor of the ground. In the face of the two guards guarding the stairs, considering the purpose of clearing the obstacles, he still used the safest method, using Purmont to deprive them of their minds and make them the existence of the walking dead, which can at least provide a "pass" for the next three people.

Maffeo was already entangled with those guards, who were astonishing in terms of reaction speed and swordsmanship. Although this was expected by Maffeo, he could not find an effective solution for a while. So he could only barely resist the back and forth attacks of the two guards, while dealing with the guys who were going to sneak attack first.

Carl and the others had already passed a third of the distance within the layer, and apart from himself and Freya, Blackburn was almost about to vomit under the influence of Kaija. For ordinary people, ghosts and gods are always something that cannot be understood. The guards weren't too surprised when they slashed through the air with a sword, in fact, they all had their own understanding of ghosts and gods, and they definitely didn't look panicked when facing ghosts and gods like ordinary people.

Krevor is absolutely qualified as the captain of the guard, and he constantly gives different orders to the guards. He succeeded in cutting the crowd into four parts, like cutting a cake. Even the trio, who were constantly in a state of emptiness, could not escape the fate of being cut off, and they managed to separate Freya, Blackburn, and Carl. At the same time, they were cut off from Marcos, and although the two sides were only a dozen meters apart, the distance seemed to become a barrier that could never be overcome.