Fish rot first rots, and people rot first. ”

With this in mind, the Illager Bugs' insect bombs are mostly fired at Arkhangel's head before being blocked.

It wasn't until the explosion affected the movement that a crack appeared in the blade barrier of the fallen angel, and a wormburst bomb passed through it.

"Humph......"

Through the ebony mask, the former Surveillance Divine Envoy let out a nasal voice of disdain, and with a crooked neck, he dodged the insect bomb.

However, the black worm that slashed past its cheek suddenly vanished, and was replaced by Hemtar in purple silk robes, the embodiment of the Worm Tyrant.

Because of the proximity, Arkhangel was inevitably grabbed by the neck, and then he felt a tremendous force tugging at the flesh around his neck, and then ......

Although only a mage incarnation of the Worm Tyrant, his body is a demon lord and god with a ferocious power, and Hemtar used a sneak attack to easily crush the throat of the fallen angel and tear off a skull with a section of vertebrae.

"Fragile Legendary ......"

Hemtar pursed his lips and smiled hideously, the skull of the fallen angel in his hand still dripping blood.

“...... Uproot this city, cut down all the Batzu scraps, and don't let a devil go. ”

For an invader who dares to trespass on his ruling plane, as a demon lord, he naturally will not make a second choice.

After giving the order to slaughter the city, Hermtar seemed to be a little resentful, he felt that maybe his punishment was too merciful, so he wanted to change the "weeds and roots" to "break the bones and scatter the ashes".

But before he could say anything, a pale blue light covered his body, and his annoyed voice suddenly sounded in his ears.

"Ding! This 'Worm Tide' has ended, the new Batow Fortress has been locked, please quickly assemble the Worm Legion, and a collective teleportation will be launched on time after a third of the hourglass hours. The countdown starts ......"

"Damn gnomes, when this game is over, I won't let you out of the Acid Mist Canyon plane, I will definitely ......"

The previous encounter made the Worm Tyrant know that he had been used by Stim as a reward to arouse the enthusiasm of all the banner owners, and even if Hemtar didn't say a word now, he was already swearing in his heart that he would make him pay.

But the form is stronger than the human, and since he still needs Stiem to help him clear out the Bartow army that invaded the Acid Mist Canyon, the Worm Tyrant still has to make concessions to this "god of virtual games".

"When slaughtering a quarter of an hourglass, gather in an open space outside the city after a third of the hourglass!"

With a sip, as if for a demonstration, Hemtar shook his body and broke free from the pale blue light curtain that had imprisoned his movements.

Teleporting to Skywalker's back, he took aim at Al Khanger-Sko, casting a powerful energy shaping spell.

"Spell Extreme: Meteorstorm!"

......

Because of the meteorite that fell not long ago, a large hole was broken in the sky of the acid fog canyon where the thick sulfur clouds had accumulated.

The miserable green sun shone on the land in a rare way.

On the site of the fortress "Arkhangel-Sko", a large crater has appeared, and the impact glass is all over it.

Under the sunlight, it reflects an intoxicating emerald green light, like fireflies flying in the summer night sky on the material plane.

Maybe this atmosphere is not quite in line with the aesthetics of the bottomless abyss, so it was quickly and crudely corrected-

"Woo-doo", "crunch-crunch"......

The sound of a loud whistle tore through the silence, huge steel tracks crushed the clumps of snakes and vines that had just made their home here, and poisonous smoke rose from the chimneys to fill the void in the sky.

Quesi, who was driving the "Ghost Face Fish" and had almost witnessed the whole process of the "Worm Tide", was busy guiding the towing city at this time.

After trekking several hourglasses, the moving fortress of Bartow finally came to rest near the ruins of "Arkhangel-Sko".

Adjacent to the crater caused by the "Meteor Storm".

"The bug is striking again," landed on the mooring platform in Tow City, and as soon as he stepped off the flight deck, Quest saw the oncoming steampunk half-lich, "go check it out, see him...... Now it's time to call him 'Him' and make an assessment of the strength of his spells. ”

With that, Questou looked at the Ogre Gourmet, his head of logistics, behind Sneijder, "Blue, you take the Bone Demon Guard to search for survivors—if any—and bring them back by the way, our penal labor camp needs some replenishment." ”

After that, he continued to arrange a few more tasks before walking to his command post and the core operation room of the traction city under his feet.

Although the traction city can be commanded remotely when it is moved, due to the support of spells, it still needs to be controlled by Quest himself to carry out some delicate work.

Got Blue's reply, "We have found some bloated demon slaves from the dungeon below the ruins, and the rest of the Batzu devils should have been slaughtered", Quest nodded, and immediately ordered the laborers in the bowels of the city to prepare.

"A must-have tool for waste pickers. ”

With a smile on his lips, Quest reached out and pushed the lever on the console, using the mechanical transmission to fulfill his intentions.

Eight stout claws stretched out from the base of the traction city, and the coupling structure of the steel tracks fell off in an instant to reduce the platform's own weight.

Towards a giant spider, the towing city relied on its eight claws to move steadily above the ruins of "Arkhangel-Sko".

At the bottom of the pedestal platform, the gears rotated and the layers of armor opened, cracking a hole large enough for the Leviathan Behemoth to pass through.

"Crunch", "crunch, crunch......

The joints of the eight claws gradually bent and deformed, and the whole traction city was like a hen hatching eggs, slowly "sitting" on the ruins of the collapsed fortress, upright.

The intestine of the city - located on the ground floor of the traction city, a building complex composed of multiple yards and factories, instantly becomes busy.

The argon headlights that dotted the courtyard were turned on one after another, emitting a light comparable to that of an "inextinguishable flame"; the Billy thugs who were serving sentences in the forced labor camps were like male cats, pushing wheelbarrows back and forth on the suspended walkway; hinges rattled, and elevators kept going up and down, sorting all kinds of materials to the factories.

The most exacting devil foreman was never stingy in teaching any lazy man they considered lazy with a leather whip, but every servant was motivated by the inevitable trembling of the fact that he was told that there would be an extra ration of food to-day.

The three ogre brothers and the steampunk half-lich have already taken the elevator to the bowels of the city, and they are also busy.

Naru is responsible for maintaining order and security, and Blue, the head of logistics, is responsible for keeping a record of the raw materials at each factory, while Palu and Sneijder have a hard time reviewing all the gains and looking for possible high-value omissions.

The intestines of the traction city are "peristalsis" at a rapid pace.