When Freya and Blackburn managed to shake off their pursuers, the latter fell to their knees almost at the same time, and could no longer hold back their vomiting. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 Info Under the influence of strenuous exercise and ghosts, Blackburn felt his whole stomach churning.

Freya reluctantly stepped forward and gently patted Blackburn on the back, trying to ease his pain. "Are you okay?"

Blackburn looked a little hard to raise a hand, "I...... I'm sorry. ”

"Don't be sorry, everyone gets to hell like that at times. Freya whispered comfortingly.

Luckily, Blackburn hadn't vomited all that disgusting vomit on his clothes, or he would have had to work hard to clean it up. He slowly stood up and pulled the kettle from his waist. He couldn't take a big gulp, because that might cause him to spit it out again, and he could only take small sips of water into his mouth.

Freya cast her gaze on the staircase where she had come, where she was finally able to catch her breath and set up a proximity mine. Even though they didn't actually catch up, Freya set up this kind of trap just to be on the safe side. It's just that those who belong to their own companions should be careful, I hope they don't accidentally step on a mine and be blown to minced meat.

"What about Mr. Morin?" Blackburn looked around, he didn't see Karl, he had expected the other party to catch up soon.

Freya shook her head, "He's in trouble." ”

"We've got to help him. Blackburn said hurriedly, not understanding why Freya could say such a thing so calmly under such circumstances.

"Listen, Blackburn. Freya tried to explain, and she thought it was necessary. "The lower levels are full of swords, bullets, and spirits, and that's not the place we should step back into. Trust him, okay?"

"But......" Blackburn was about to say something, but he shuddered.

Freya sniffed a hint of danger, and almost at the same moment, a retractable, sharp blood whip struck her from a position 45 degrees diagonally above her. There was no doubt that it wasn't aimed at Blackburn, as he didn't seem to have any fighting power, and he always behaved like a frightened bird. Freya believes that today's experience will definitely be a day of her life that will never be forgotten, but all she needs to do now is to deal with the new obstacles that may arise.

But at this time, she still carried the heavy barrel of the Viper Cannon on her shoulder, and the speed of the blood whip was almost invisible to the naked eye. Freya had no choice but to do the same thing again, quickly withdrawing her right hand and pulling her automatic pistol from her belt. She then blasted the remaining half-cartridge out of the fan area directly in front of her with a very low hit rate, and she didn't know if she had succeeded in stopping the blood whip, as she hadn't heard any movement at this point.

Obviously, ordinary bullets could not have any effect on the blood whips transformed by the demons, and they crept towards Freya from one side like bloodthirsty ghosts. Unfortunately, Blackburn caught the scene and reminded Freya loudly in a panic, "Miss Steele, watch out for your left." ”

Freya quickly let go of the barrel from her shoulder and let it slam into the marble floor. Without the heavy burden, she was able to manipulate her body as she pleased. At the moment when the blood whip was about to hit her, her body leaped into the air deftly, and her bounce was always so amazing. Freya didn't seem to be targeting Bloodwhip, pulling out the automatic pistol on her left waist and grabbing the black device hanging from her waist with her right hand.

The shotgun and flame bomb roared almost simultaneously into a small space above the ceiling, and a second later, Freya's eyes clearly caught a blood-red figure flashing from there. At the same time that she fell to the ground, Cyrus also landed in front of her, always maintaining a landing position, kneeling on one leg, the snake-bellied sword in her right hand making a strange writhing.

Freya slowly stood up and slung the black device back to her waist. "I knew it wouldn't be that easy. ”

"Humph!" Cyrus snorted, staring at Freya with blood-red eyes, who could catch a hint of disdain in them. "Someone will take the bait, should I praise you for being fearless or stupid?"

"You don't have to praise us. Freya said coldly.

Cyrus smiled mockingly, "What a disobedient girl, I think I need to punish you, maybe it would be better to add some scars to your pretty face that will never be erased?"

"Well, thank you so much. Freya pulled out another pistol, but she didn't actually have any bullets in either of her guns right now.

Cyrus doesn't talk too much nonsense, in fact she often brutally kills her prey to death after all sorts of banter, and she has no mercy at all. Now, as a person who can control the power of the demons at will, she once again transformed the snake-bellied sword into a blood whip and attacked Freya.

Freya's thumbs quickly pressed the deactivate button on the gun as she started to move forward. Blackburn had to say that it was a crazy move, as it seemed to him that Freya was rushing towards the Blood Whip that was heading towards her, and that undoubtedly meant that she was rushing towards death.

As the Bloodwhip was about to touch Freya's body, she immediately pressed down on her body and dodged Cyrus's Bloodwhip attack in a sliding position, at which point she used her pinky thumb to gently hook the magazine out of her waist and press both guns at the magazine. In order to ensure maximum reload efficiency, Freya used to keep one bullet in each of the two guns, which means that she now does not need to pull the sleeve to load, which saves her a lot of time.

In a sliding position, Freya raised her two automatic pistols and aimed them at Cyrus to shoot a short burst, and she was replacing it with a magazine for Cryo Bullets, hoping to disrupt Sellers to a certain extent, even though she knew that it was impossible to freeze such an opponent.

Sellers is not a fool, and she has a bad memory. She vaguely remembered that during the attack and defense of Huttonmar, the woman in front of her used a powerful bullet to shoot the head of the captain of the Knights' Guard, Toma, who could not even guarantee an intact head when he died. She naturally understood the danger of these bullets, so she watched Freya's every move while wielding the blood whip, which would not be too difficult for her.

The serpent's belly sword danced like a bloodthirsty demon, as if it contained all the blood that could excite itself. The frozen bombs danced wildly and became useless ornaments, and the chemical content of them was scattered to the ground. Inside this magical city in the sky, they are finally integrated with the exquisite marble floors.

By the time Freya got up, she was close to Cyrus. It was evident that Cyrus had a brief period of sluggishness every time he used this crazy trick, and Freya seized the opportunity to kick her in the chest. Although she is not good at melee combat, the female gunners trained in the Imperial Courtyard, even those mechanics who have never fought on the front lines, are able to use some physical skills that far surpass the average person.

Although it only left some dust on the ornate armor on her chest, it seemed to make her feel a great insult, as there was already a slight anger in Cyrus's expression at this time.

"It seems that on some things, we are on the same page. Freya couldn't help but laugh, but her smile was full of mockery.

"What do you mean?"

"I don't mean anything else, let's end this as soon as possible, I don't want to waste too much time. Freya raised her gun and aimed it at Cyrus, which seemed to be a signal that she didn't want to talk any more.

"Very good!" Sellers smiled bloodthirsty.