The alchemy products only ended up producing some strange gases that permeated the seawater, but in any case, it was a bomb recipe. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 Info wasn't expecting anything to do with this thing, but Marcos waved wildly at the guys on the other side next to him. He didn't shout loudly, but at least his gestures informed them of the danger.

Randall looked suspiciously at the vials that had been thrown by himself, they shattered on the marble floor, and some strange light green gas flowed out of the bottles. He didn't expect the pungent smell to be able to reach his nostrils through seawater. But on the surface, it doesn't seem to be lethal. He began to wonder if the alchemy products did not have the effect described in the formula.

Despite being just a recipe for low-level alchemy provided by Uma, Marcos believed in them immensely. He took out a G-14 grenade from his waist and lowered his voice to the three people next to him, "Find something to cover, this thing will be very loud later." ”

"What do you mean?" Maffeo wondered.

"Just take cover, if you don't want to be swept away by the shockwave. Marcos explained.

But an enhanced magic puppet discovered the existence of the four people, and it raised the chilling giant sword in its hand and charged towards the four of them. Its primary target was Calanhill, which was closest to it, and the latter immediately dodged to the side, spun around sharply as he drew his longsword and slammed it into its greatsword. Fortunately, at least three more enhanced magic puppets have discovered the existence of four people.

Neither side lost their balance during the confrontation of weapons, and the puppet immediately turned around and launched a second wave of attacks. Its heavy shield nearly struck Caranhill's body, and he jumped in the opposite direction, making a series of quick turns to confuse the puppet's judgment. He threw a punch at the joints of the puppets as he leaped back, though the knuckles he wore left only a shallow mark on the armor of the guys.

"Damn, we've got company!" Maffeo nervously clutched his weapon, staring at the three magic figures that were rushing towards him.

"Hell, Randall, are you alright?" said Marcos, looking at Randall.

Randall shook his head, "Come on, this will always happen." He drew his two-handed sword.

Calanhill was still wrestling with the magic doll from before, and he smiled maliciously, as he expected, the defenses of these guys were amazing, and they were even beyond the reach of ordinary swords.

The puppet was not in a hurry to launch the next wave of attacks, and it slowly approached Calanhill, who did not dare to make any stupid moves. Calanhill stepped back in a semicircle, sometimes fast and sometimes slow, keeping an eye on his every step, at least doing so, the puppet would not easily grasp when to draw his sword. As he stepped back, he also touched his left hand to his waist and pulled out a bottle of sword oil from there.

The puppet on the other side seemed to be tired of the game, and simply raised its greatsword and unleashed their usual straight line assault. Karanhil quickly smeared his longsword with oil as it raised it. As it swooped, Calanhill's sword sliced through the air. A gray half-moon arc of light flashed from the blade of the puppet's greatsword, and a second later, its longsword turned into a cloud of white powder.

Calanhill's half-moon slash was still in his hand, and he immediately grabbed the hilt of his sword with his backhand, slammed his sword into its shield, and then continued to exert pressure on his hand. The puppet's body was pressed down by Calanhill's power, and the red light in its eyes kept flickering, as if it was a little unwilling. Calanhill kicked it in the joint, throwing it off balance.

At the same time as he fell to the ground, there was no suspense in the battle. Kalanhill gripped the hilt of his sword with both hands, the blade pointing downward. Piercing it hard at the location of its power source, the puppet emitted a machine-like creepy sound, though it could no longer pose any threat.

As he pulled the sword out of it, he took a few steps back due to inertia. Then he looked helplessly at the broken long sword in his hand, and the powerful sword oil often accelerated the damage to the weapon, just like nothing is perfect, and at the same time, he had to pay the corresponding price.

Maffeo and Marcos eventually had to admit that it was easier to fight with ghosts than without them, and that this was perhaps the path of the ghost swordsmen, who could only spend their short lives with ghosts and gods if they could not heal them. But even if they used ghosts and gods, it would take them a lot of effort to destroy these enhanced magic dolls, and this was still under the premise of the cooperation of the three of them.

"God, it's tough, isn't it?" Maffeo wiped the sweat from his forehead.

"As you can see, there aren't too many of them, and we can handle them. But the cluster ......" Marcos didn't continue, knowing that the other side could understand what he meant.

"Oh, damn it, you'd better come and see this. Randall's voice was dazed.

The two of them cast their eyes over, and in the battle just now, many guys had already noticed their presence. And the gas flowing from the alchemy vial that was thrown out before is gradually disappearing with the passage of time. Marcos cursed and re-grasped the frag grenade in his hand, knowing that there was no time.

"Be careful!" he pulled the G14 grenade from its tab and threw it towards where the gas was. "Move your ass!" he kicked Maffeo in the ass, signaling that he had better get cover.

Randall and Caranhill looked at each other, and Marcos' roar woke them out of their stupor, and they ran for cover in a panic.

And the grenade exploded only a second later, and Marcos did not have time to find cover. He immediately fell to the ground, his hands tightly covering his head. So for a long time that followed, his ears were baptized with deafeningness. "Fuck, fuck!" he cursed.

The gas exploded in a series under the influence of the grenade's flames, which must have been some kind of damn flammable gas. The puppets barely reacted, and roaring explosions and flames engulfed their bodies. The human beings were stunned, they didn't know what had happened to make this hellish sight. They covered their ears and crouched on the ground, waiting for the hellish nightmare to end.

"What the hell......" Freya looked at the explosion in the distance in surprise, which seemed familiar to her, so she didn't become a panicked rat like everyone else.

"I think it's a prank by some guy. Carl couldn't help but laugh.

"That shouldn't affect us, right?" asked Blackburn in a whisper.

"Rest assured, Blackburn. ”

"It reminds me of the shelling of Ghent by Kahlert. Freya's expression became a little gloomy.

"It reminds me of the shelling of the Ardennes by Kahlert. Carl gently patted Freya on the shoulder, comforting her in this way.

"Thanks, Carl. ”

"No thanks. ”