Regardless, the enhanced magic figures appeared without warning, only suddenly, they burst out of what appeared to be a simple decoration. www.biquge.info Their eyes glowed with a seeping red light, and they attacked some unsuspecting fellows. The poor ones had been impaled through the chest with their greatswords when they noticed, and the ones who had managed to dodge the attack grabbed whatever could hurt each other and swung them away.

Such an attack was always unexpected, and Maffeo stared at the chaotic scene in front of him. For now, at least, some of the pathfinding work he has done has become meaningless. These creatures knew how to hide themselves, so that Maffeo didn't even notice them when he leaned against their bodies.

Their only hobby is to kill, so those who fall to the ground don't have to pray that they will spare themselves because of their fall. On the premise of failing to resist, they can only face the weapons of these guys with their lives.

Marcos pulled Maffeo behind a few pieces of coral, and it could be seen that in such a chaotic situation, the guys in command were helpless. They screamed as hard as they could, but all they did was a few goblin attacks.

"Damn it......" Maffeo cursed, he only had time to draw his greatsword now.

Marcos kept wiping his clothes with the blood of the other guys, and in the first round of raids, one of them was almost a meter next to him in the chest. Marcos, on the other hand, tried to save him, although that was unlikely. In the end, he could only rely on the impact of the demon god to get out of his hand, which was really terrible.

"We're in trouble. Marcos tried to calm himself down.

Maffeo spat out, "What should I do?"

"Let's act together, don't be separated, separate can only be the prey of those guys. I haven't fought these fortified guys head-on, so we've got to be cautious. ”

"I will. ”

"Follow me. Leaving no longer bothered with the filth on his clothes, Marcos poked his head out to observe the situation before beckoning to Maffeo.

Blackburn had never seen such a bloody scene, and the severed limbs and splatters of blood became memories he would never forget in the Sky City. It was too cruel for a man like him, but he was already there.

"Blackburn, come on. Karl patted him on the back a little helplessly, trying to get him out of the frightened world.

"Mr. Morin?" he turned his head blankly.

"We need your help. Carl pointed to Freya, who was assembling the Viper Cannon not far away, her progress was slow, and she didn't know much about some of the key components, so it still hadn't provided effective cover for everyone.

"I ......"

"Don't think about it, don't think about blood, don't think about cutting off limbs, just do what you need to do, okay?" Carl reassured.

Blackburn whispered Carl's words, his lips trembling. But at the same time, he activated his paralyzed body, and walked towards Freya with Karl's support.

"I thought I was going to be helpless with this thing. Freya was relieved that the two were here.

"Yes, but you don't have to worry about it. Carl patted Blackburn on the shoulder, and then joined the work of assembling the Viper Cannon.

"Okay, okay......" Blackburn muttered quietly, trying not to think about the horrific scenes. He picked up a part, and after some quick prayer, he closed his eyes slightly and began assembling the key parts of the Viper Cannon.

Randall kept calling out to his team of mercenaries, but Caranhill was the only one who came. He told Randall that the rest of the guys couldn't get out of their current predicament, and Randall rubbed his hair in frustration. But he then stopped moving, as Maffeo and Marcos were gliding to the side behind the puppets. So he immediately said to Calanhill, "Come, let's go and meet them." He pointed in the direction where the two men were.

Calanhill understood what he meant, and after flicking a vial of magic sword oil to Randall, he began to move his body along the other side. Randall followed closely behind him, replacing the two-handed sword in his hand with a short sword, which was not a wise choice in the slightly narrow space on this side.

Marcos and Maffeo finally found themselves in a place that didn't seem so dangerous, and at least they were able to prepare for their next strategy. Marcos poured black oil from the oil bottle into an empty alchemy potion bottle, and he swore it would be a lot of fun. He put some of the strong alchemy ingredients into the potion bottle, and then began to synthesize them. "Can you help me keep an eye on my surroundings?"

"No problem. Maffeo looked around warily, praying that Marcos had better come up with some solution.

When Caranhill and Randall arrived on this side, Marcos had just made the first alchemy product. Maffeo noticed their presence just in time, but he almost raised his greatsword and threw a sword wind at it, because the darkness on that side made the two men look like magic dolls. It wasn't until Caranhill shook his hand desperately at Maffeo that he put his greatsword down, because the magic puppet wouldn't do such an antics move.

"It was so punctual. Marcos smiled.

"What are you going to do?" Randall asked.

Marcos raised the alchemy potion bottle in his hand, which was already filled with strange gases, "Do as I say, and we'll surprise those guys." ”

"How?"

"First, pour the black oil from the oil bottle into the empty alchemy potion bottle. Then, "he pulled out some alchemy materials from his pocket. "Throw these ingredients into a potion bottle in a ratio of 3:1. After that, I think you just have to wait. ”

"Understood. Randall and Caranhill reached out at the same time to take the alchemy materials handed over by Marcos. Most of the soldiers carried the oil bottle on their bodies, they were not knights of the empire who adhered to the manners of knighthood, and in battle, in order not to lose their lives, it was necessary to use all means.

"Maffeo, do you want to try it?" Marcos laughed.

Maffeo shook his head desperately, "No, no, no, I don't think I need to, I don't dare to touch this thing casually." ”

"What a stupid ......"