Marcos leaned against a pillar of light that was ubiquitous in Sky City, and he wanted to hide his body from it. www.biquge.info He finally felt that it was not an easy task to tail the tail now, not to mention that the object was still these elite noble guards of the empire who had to be vigilant even if it was just a flock of birds flying by. These guys are on a mission to keep the important nobles safe, and you don't have to question their abilities.

Unfortunately, there are too many kaleidoscopic factors in this city in the sky, and under the combined influence of poor vision and their strange travel speed, Marcos almost almost just appeared on the sixtieth floor before he almost fitted a guard. Of course, he didn't choose to do it, and that was the most unwise choice. They don't fail to notice that one person is missing from the team, which makes them even more vigilant.

"I should ask Fett another day for the tricks of the tail line, damn it, I hope she doesn't count me down. Marcos laughed to himself, observing the movements of the Imperial troops on the level.

From Marcos's point of sight, these Imperial troops were simply resting. But he didn't think that just climbing the sixty-story stairs would take a break, and Marcos was more inclined to think that they were waiting for their time. As for what the purpose is, he is not clear for the time being. The guys didn't start a conversation, and there was a dead silence throughout the level, as if there had never been a human being, and everything was just an illusion.

Marcos could only do his best to keep himself from being discovered, but he was more worried about Maffeo's situation. They didn't know what was going on here, and with Maffeo's character, if he made those whining noises within five floors, there was almost a 100% chance that the Imperial troops in the layer would be noticed. In that case, you may have to face more than a simple opponent, these guys are skilled in swordsmanship, not to mention some magicians to help.

"Maybe I should move to a better position. Marcos observed the situation inside the layer, and it was fortunate that there had been no very heavy fighting in the previous months. This is the puppeteer's territory, so in dim light, he has the opportunity to move through their blind spot to behind a stone slab at the edge of the layer, which is ideally hidden.

It's impossible to make it up the stairs to the lower level, where it's guarded by two elite guards in full armor and a magician tinkering with some unknown gadget. The pungent smell of it permeated most of the floor, and Marcos had to cover his nostrils with his right hand to hide the smell.

At a point in the blind spot, Marcos quietly moved from behind the pillar of light to the stone slab like a ghost. At the same time, he was also using the corner of his eye to observe the direction of the guards in the layer, and when one of the guards might just want to relax his muscles and make a gesture of turning, Marcos smelled a hint of danger, and he turned to face the direction of his side.

As a last resort, he tried his best to suppress the sound of his pace and speed himself up, which was difficult to do without the help of Ghost Walk. Eventually, he slid almost to the back of the slab in a sliding position. It was impossible not to make a sound, and he could only pray that the guards simply thought it was just a cat's sound. But if you think about it, there could be no cats in this strange tower.

"What's that?" Eventually, one of the guards noticed the anomaly.

"What's wrong?" Cravor hurried over from the end, it was his duty, so he had to keep an eye out for anything that might happen.

"Captain, I think I heard something. The guard gestured to the stone slab where Marcos was.

Krevor looked at him, he couldn't see anything from such a distance because of the dimness. So, in accordance with his usual style, he drew the saber at his waist and walked over slowly.

Marcos moved to the edge in a prostrate position, and he could only take the most dangerous way for now. No matter how many floors they have, the castles in the sky have one thing in common, that is, there are no obstructions at the edges. He cautiously made his way to the edge, but it was close, and in a matter of seconds he touched the jagged ruins of the edge.

Almost at the same time as Craveaux subconsciously swung his slash, Marcos hung his feet in the air and grabbed the ruins with his hands, and he completed his posture at this point. Otherwise, just hide behind a stone slab, and there is nowhere to hide.

Krevor stared suspiciously at the stone slab that had been broken in half by his sword, and the sight of it being empty made him wonder. "I think you heard me wrong, Milo. ”

"I'm sorry, Captain, maybe I was negligent. ”

Cravor retracted his saber from its scabbard and walked over to Milo's side. "You're doing well, soldier, keep up. He patted Milo on the shoulder.

"Yes, Captain. ”

Marcos secretly breathed a sigh of relief, and he had to admit that in the twenty-four years of his life, he had never been so nervous except when he first encountered a monster. The thought of the possibility of being slashed sixty floors into the air by Cravor with a single sword and smashed into a meatloaf, he couldn't help but break out in a cold sweat.

"It's so lucky. He whispered to himself.

It was too difficult to follow such a guard alone, so he decided to climb down to the fifty-ninth floor. On the one hand, it is possible to get out of the current predicament, and on the other hand, it can remind Maffeo and others who do not know how many layers they are in.

"Alright, hurry back to the next floor before my hand breaks. He began to make his way down through the rubble.

Eventually, after making sure that the level wasn't going to be here because of a guy's urgency to urinate, he jumped into the level through the edges. There was no time to pat the dust off his clothes, and he immediately ran down the floor. If it weren't for his steady pace, he would have probably accidentally fallen down the stairs. With a blue nose and swollen face, he may be what Maffeo wants to see, but maybe he is going to disappoint him.

"Have you rested enough?" Freya asked, in a concerned tone. That success made Maffeo feel good, and he nodded his head hard. "I'm fine, thank you, Freya. ”

"Come on, then. Freya stood up and slung the barrel back onto her shoulder. "Let me memorize this paragraph, it's my job. ”

"No, no, no, I can. Maffeo kept waving his hands.

"I'm sorry, Fry. If you really want to help, can you help me? I feel like my back is going to collapse. Blackburn pleaded, carrying all these heavy burdens without being able to take in the sights of the sky city of his dreams.

Carl nodded, and said to Maffeo, "He's right, and besides, you can give him a taste of the sights inside Sky City, can't you?"

"I think you're right, come on, Blackburn. Maffeo walked up to Blackburn.

"Thank you very much, Fry. ”

"No thanks, we're friends. Maffeo picked up Blackburn's heavy backpack, which was stuffed with bits and pieces of the Ex-s Viper Cannon.

Marcos sped down the stairs leading to the upper floor, panting for breath as he came to the four.

"Marcos?" Freya said strangely, the other party should be in the tail line of the Imperial army at this time, not in the calm forty floor.

"Aren't you supposed to be following their ass?" said Maffeo, dissatisfied, thinking that Marcos was up to some shit.

Marcos raised his hand and motioned for the guys in front of him to shut up, it was necessary for him to explain everything to them.