When an act is carried out into a state of madness, everything becomes uncontrollable. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 info Maffeo doesn't know why these puppeteers did the way they did, causing them to go crazy during the long years without their owners, which seems to make sense. But in any case, he could not agree with their actions, and the stone statues standing in front of the four of them were pitifully obeying their orders, and they were merciless in giving orders that would break the stone statues to pieces.

The cold never seemed to be inseparable from the monster, and the grim puppeteer with blue body seemed to have the same cold as the horrible bone hell that had once been, but without the rotten flesh that had rotted to the point of disgustingness. But when it comes to madness, the guy in front of the four people is no less than a bone hell.

It appears to be the leader of the puppeteers on the 70th floor, although this is ridiculous when applied to puppeteers. They even have a complete command system, and trouble never goes away, and everything has started to get troublesome since the addition of stone statues of those magicians on this level, which is inevitable for humans who step here.

These magician statues are also very skilled in using those magic, and in some ways they are even inferior to Mirna. This was something that the four of them did not expect, because their existence was an accident in itself. Whether it was a wand turned to stone or a beautiful magic robe, it was nothing more than a cold and hard thing at the moment. The only thing that differed from Mirna was their ears, though that was a trivial detail. I believe that for the four people who are in the middle of the battle, they don't have the leisure to pay attention to these things.

After repeated back and forth attacks and defenses, Carl had to admit the fact that it was absolutely impossible to easily deal with these enemies in front of him, and he could not even successfully hit the ice puppeteer who was at the back of this group of monsters. The creature perfectly protected himself, unleashing deadly ice spikes that crept out of the ground.

Carl placed his only hope of perhaps breaking the situation on Freya, who made a gesture that Maffeo and Camilli couldn't understand. It was the military sign language commonly used in Celestial Wars, and in the Celestial Realm, every good warrior could master it. No one would want to shout loudly in battle to attract those sniper rifles and artillery, that would be self-defeating.

Freya understood what Carl meant, so she said to Camilli, "Please, Camilli, can you give me cover for about ten seconds." ”

"No problem. Camilli's answer was straightforward.

Karl, who was closest to Maffeo, motioned for the latter to also provide cover for Freya, and Maffeo took out the smoke bomb that had been prepared at his waist, and with Carl's timely wave, Maffeo smashed the smoke bomb into the monster group in front of him.

The puppeteer and the stone statue seemed to have managed to block out the view, but it didn't seem to have any effect on the mage statues, who still released those precise jack bombs through the smoke and hit the crowd in a way that Carl hadn't expected.

Busy dodging the magic attack, he kicked Maffeo, who could barely dodge the attack, to the ground, and he saved Maffeo's life in this violent way. The latter gasped on the ground in thanks, and Carl just waved his hand. In battle, he did not have the leisure to preach, which was troublesome and dangerous, and he would not do it.

On the other side, Camilli, who was under a little less pressure, finally pulled out the gap and began to gather those thoughts in her hands, only to see those white thoughts visible to the naked eye gradually gather in her hands, waiting for the moment of eruption. At the same time, with Camilli's nod, Freya moved her body and rushed into the smoke.

The warriors of the Void Ancestors seem to have a very good grasp of the timing of their attacks, and people can feel comfortable with them as their companions, as they will always be there to help their teammates when they need them most. A strong thought in the shape of a materialized spiral erupted violently from Camille's hands, whirling and stirring the fan-shaped area in front of Camille.

In the case of smoke blocking the view, this attack is usually like a blind man who cannot effectively hit the target. But the fragments of the stone statues that were already flying around in front of Camilli's eyes proved that she did indeed hit them. Freya was still weaving through the smoke quickly, proving that this kind of Camilli used such a powerful attack without accidentally injuring her companions, which may be what the Void Ancestor Warriors are good at.

In the midst of the smoke, Karl and Maffeo, who had been withstanding most of the attacks, finally breathed a sigh of relief. Maffeo looked a little struggling to get up from the ground, rubbing his waist. "Damn, I swear I'll beat you up when I get back. He said to Carl.

"Hopefully you can do it. Carl shot back.

Maffeo grimaced at him, "Well, I'm not stupid enough to fall for your tricks. ”

Karl didn't answer him again, he was counting the time, and it was about Freya's actions. He pressed the index fingers of both hands lightly against the trigger and adjusted his body to a position that would allow him to shoot forward, at least to ensure that he could shoot bullets forward at the point he wanted.

Suddenly, there was an unpleasant sound in the smoke, a very obvious cry of pain, and Carl could be sure it was from Freya. But he still didn't do anything, and at this point he was more of a gambler.

Freya's figure burst out of the smoke, her left hand covering her right arm, blood oozing from where she was holding. Maffeo hurriedly rushed to Freya's side, his tone tinged with a hint of panic: "You're hurt!?"

Freya shook her head to signal that Maffeo was okay, and she gestured to Carl, ignoring the wound on her right arm, who knew what was going on in the smoke through her gesture, and the corners of his mouth curled slightly.

The effectiveness of the smoke grenades remains, and the smoke grenades made by munitions experts are more effective than ordinary smoke grenades. At this time, in the smoke, you can faintly see the flickering red points of light. Maffeo, who had never seen anything like it, muttered quietly, "What the hell is this?"

Karl raised his revolver with both hands and fired a bullet at each of the red points of light on either side, and in an instant, a deafening serial explosion sound could be heard in the smoke. It shook the marble floor, pricking Maffeo's nerves, and a smell of blood wafted from the smoke. As before, while covering his ears, Maffeo felt a trace of inexplicable excitement at the smell of blood.

When the deafening sound fell silent, the smoke dispersed. The puppeteers and stone statues that had been active before had all ceased all signs of activity, and Maffeo didn't know what Freya had done in the smoke to make the scene appear before his eyes at this moment.

"Maybe you should have asked Kelly to make you a detonator, even though that guy's craft is terrible, but at least it doesn't have to be so troublesome. Carl smiled at Freya.

Freya smiled and sighed, "I don't think I'll be able to do too much crazy stuff." ”

"Hell, that damn guy. Maffeo clenched his greatsword again, and finally the ice puppeteer was moving again in his sight.

Freya looked at it with a hint of surprise, it was a miracle that the seemingly weak puppeteer was able to move freely after withstanding the sticky bomb he had just used, and that it was not blown to minced flesh like the other puppeteers.

It's just that the Ice Puppeteer doesn't seem to be able to act effectively anymore, it's just a matter of breathing, and its body has long been blurred with flesh and blood under the explosion. As the stone beneath it fell limply to the ground, its body was as weak as a mollusk. Seeing this scene, Maffeo finally let go of his clenched broadsword.

"Freya, are you alright?" Maffeo hurriedly turned back to check on Freya's wounds.

"That guy was very vigilant and scary, and even though I dodged, an ice spike stabbed me. Freya replied to what had happened to her in the smoke.

"You're alright, are you?" said Maffeo, as if to comfort himself.

"Yes, I'm fine. Freya slowly sat down on the ground.

Before Camilli could take care of Freya's wounds, Carl decided to take a break before continuing upward, perhaps impatience was the last thing to do at the moment.