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When mutations and attacks occur, it's not just Evanian and the others on the viewing platform who notice the changes. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ.

Eddie Hill subconsciously pulled the brim of her hat, because the city lieutenant was killed on the spot in front of everyone, so even if there was no huge explosion just now, the citizens were already leaving in a panic.

With the huge explosion on the viewing platform, the Lan wind even hit the opposite citizen viewing platform, even the most calm White Rose city citizens couldn't sit still at all, and the chaotic fleeing crowd rushed past Edhill one by one, if it weren't for Cecivana who was winged in front of her, if she was just alone, she would have been knocked headlong into the air, let alone this kind of upstream?

"This explosion ......," Cesivanna's face was very ugly, "it seems that Arut, the Magister of Fire, is here...... Why is this happening...... Hasn't he left the Tower of Fire for almost three years?"

Edhill nodded noncommittally, one Arut was enough to render Kaos's raiding team ineffective, and the role that a high-level Magus of Truth could play on the battlefield was so terrifying.

"Let's leave too...... Miss Edhill, it's too late if you don't leave, there are guards everywhere......" What Cecivana said was actually a little different from reality, and Edhill had already recognized that the black-robed men who jumped from the viewing platform were not guards, but a kind of magical non-commissioned officer called a military military officer by Evangel.

But unlike the mages and warlocks that Adehill and Cecivena understood as mages and warlocks, these junnies, known as military jungenators, seemed very well adapted to hand-to-hand combat, and although they used ranged combat such as musket grenades, they looked very different from the usual battle mages - more like magic swordsmen, if you had to say?

Adehill saw with her own eyes that Kaos's proud elite subordinates were easily torn apart under the black phalanx of impact, and the average swordsman's mid-rank mixed with a few high-level blocking teams could not cope with the first wave of the military military officer's attack, and after a round of dense black rain like locusts exploded on the ground, those who could still stand had to face the melee fire of the military military officer who had already turned on the spell protection and rushed up close -

Unlike the industrial products of ordinary new model troops, most of the military gendarmes who have the ability to maintain spells themselves use alchemy......

The situation was soon overwhelmingly overtaken by the Empire, and Kaos had set up a large ambush on the way to the viewing platform where the Southridge Legion and the New Model Army were resting, but he completely forgot to count the group of people on the officers' viewing platform, perhaps because there was no precedent for civilian officers to watch the ceremony collectively in either the Empire or the old kingdom.

Already...... There's nothing to see anymore......

A kind of sadness and desolation inexplicably rose in her heart, and she subconsciously held her chest, she suddenly felt a little regretful, if she had insisted on it a little longer, maybe she wouldn't have died as many people as she does now?

Edhill's arm was bumped, and her train of thought was interrupted: "Ah, sorry......"

Almost at the same time, both women apologized softly at the same time.

A pair of violet pupils flashed in Eddie Hill's eyes, and then the mature and beautiful woman with her hair in a bun was pulled by her companion and disappeared into the chaotic crowd.

Eddie Hill tugged at her hood meaningfully and turned her head to Cecivanna: "Let's go, Venna...... I have to go back and deal with the situation......"

Cesivena's back stiffened slightly: "Yes, Her Royal Highness Princess Edhill." ”

Lamberts held Cynthia's hand tightly and shuttled through the crowd, perhaps with some force, so the woman behind him had already scolded him twice for this question, but Lamberts did not dare to relax at all, because in such a dense flow of people, once separated, it was difficult to find each other's figures.

Cynthia seemed to be a little worried about Evangel's life or death, and she didn't forget to look back at the wolf-smoked chairman's district in the distance while walking on the road, but Lamberts didn't have a good impression of Evangel, or still had a strong hostility left, so she didn't care about this at all.

What he cared about was what that invitation meant.

Obviously, if Cynthia was really important to Evangel, then he probably wouldn't have intentionally involved Cynthia in a mess like this, so the meaning of the invitation letter could be two-

The first, and simplest, Evan Ian just didn't anticipate the attack.

Second, Evanian anticipated the attack, but still sent Cynthia an invitation.

Either way, for Cynthia today, she is very dangerous at this time. If the first case is the case, then the Black Knights, who don't know where to guard Cynthia, can continue to protect Cynthia so indifferently in the face of the danger of their true lords, Ferdinand and Evanian? Lamberts was not sure, but he knew very well that any knight with a little brain would not hesitate to choose to rush to the savior of the viewing platform.

And if it is the second case, then it is even more dangerous, what is this ill-intentioned intention thinking? Lamberts didn't want to think about it, but he knew very well that it was definitely not a good thing for Cynthia.

So, only now, the only person Cynthia can trust and rely on is himself.

Lamberts couldn't tell the existence of the Black Knights, and he didn't know if those powerful warriors were wearing ordinary people's clothes and blending in the crowd to protect Cynthia, but even if he knew that he might anger Evan Ian, Lamberts had already made up his mind and would not let go.

The person who can protect Cynthia's future cannot be trusted except himself-

It was only then that Lamberts suddenly realized the reason why he stayed.

"Hah...... Looks like it's starting ......"

Looking at the green flare that was rising, Pernard stomped on the cigarette butt in his mouth.

"Ahh......h

"Say that to those whom you have killed. Pernard slammed his fist into the palm of his hand, his strong arm was exposed, his muscles burst, and behind him, black figures also stood up.

"Sa, what do you mean by that?"

Black uniforms, wide brims, silver cockades and drapes are arranged in vertical rows.

"Let's get the party going!"

As the words fell, Pernard stomped heavily on the stone steps.

And then the cigarette butt bounced -- no, it wasn't the cigarette butt that bounced, it was the ground --

The ground, crumbling.

A second ago, a huge granite platform that was complete and solid was completely shattered under Pernard's foot, injected into the inside of the stone, and the magic burst at several key structural points at the same time, and the powerful impact generated by mutual squeezing completely destroyed the internal structure of the rock according to Pernard's intention, and the broken stone rubble collapsed like sand, forming a gentle slope between the stone platform and the ground.

And in the next moment, at the top of the completely shattered stone pedestal, the seats that still maintained their entire surnames were like riding a slide, moving slowly, and then gradually getting faster and faster, and finally like a huge stone tsunami, it roared and slid to the ground.

The heroic and arrogant movement attracted the attention of the enemy, and finally a swordsman of the immortal seed noticed the movement in the military viewing area and rushed over.

Then he was nailed to the ground.

The tyrannical wind howled in the sky above the parade ground, and as the air was compressed and absorbed, the ice picks condensed by the air turned into heavy rain and fell from the sky.

Tempered by the weak city lieutenant, he didn't expect the enemy's first counterattack to be such a tyrannical immortal species, and in this first round of blows, at least a dozen swordsmen were caught off guard and pinned to the ground.

"Archer!"

Krell heard from a distance what seemed to be an order from the Immortal Seed, and he smiled, pulling out his hands that had been wiping in his pockets—

"Wolf smoke? ”

Gently patted it.

The silver-blue refining surplus electricity swept across the battlefield, and the forest of sharp ice picks burst one after another in the next moment, and the "quasi-corpses" of the swordsmen who were interspersed with the ice picks completely turned into corpses under the explosion, and the mist mixed with blood slowly dispersed, just when the commander of the immortal species thought that the attackers intended to block the archers' sight in this way-

Krell took out a bullet from his coat pocket, added a magic missile that turned magic power into impact, and threw it out.

"But it's going to blow up. ”

A crimson slam of the pursuit turned into lightning and disappeared in a flash.

The mist exploded, overturning all the people who did not have magical protection on their bodies, leaving only the black-robed military junctor who was still charging at high speed with the help of the Wind Wing Technique and the Swift Movement Technique.

The military military officer who had already inhabited the sword of revenge pulled out a blaster from his back, and threw it with great force without looking at it—the number of rays could make up for any lack of accuracy, and the magic officers of the military military officer were thoroughly convinced of this tactical system by studying at military schools and proving it on the battlefield.

Some of the storm warlocks of the Sword of Vengeance had already sensed that something was wrong, and quickly raised the Wind Barrier, trying to block the blaster in the distance, but the spell suppression force that had been preparing for a long time had immediately begun to counteract, and the good Wind Barrier was twisted into a turbulent current by the xenomorph mana flow in the area before it was completely generated, and the falling blaster bounced a few times on the half-pulled parapet, and then fell down with a needle.

The immortal team located directly below the blaster was suddenly blown to the ground again by this wave of blows, and the body of the immortal race, which was far stronger than the Imperial people and ordinary Nanling people, saved their lives, but it had already ended here.

Unlike Evan Ian, most of the military gendarmes under his command really walked around the battlefield, and the surviving soldiers, fearless grenades at close range and close fire, and ruthless and merciless one-shot kills.

The efficiency of killing the enemy is the best way to save yourself and your comrades on the battlefield.

Stepping on the head of a forest archer and giving him a supplementary shot, Pernard turned his head to look at Krell who was wandering idly in the distance, and was a little dissatisfied: "Can you be serious......

"I'm just a harmless technician. Krell subconsciously pushed the flat glasses on his face, "It's different from you professional executioners. ”

"you! I'm still a road and bridge guy!" The man who claimed to be a road and bridge man stomped on the ground with a punch, dragged out the mountain people hiding in the crypt, and broke his hands and feet with a few shots, and the life of the immortal seed was hard, according to the experience of the new model army, such a prisoner generally could not die, and there was a possibility of being broken away with a steel cable.

In short, I don't know where to begin, the annihilation operation has turned into a liquidation war, and the black-robed military gendarmes who have left their hands behind have gradually begun to take prisoners - in short, whether they surrender voluntarily or passively, they will break their limbs first.

If Evan Ian was here, he would probably be pretending to sigh again.

This is a world where there is no Naiva Convention.

"It's almost over here, is it okay to leave it all to him over there?"

After dealing with the mountain people, Pernard also put down his work, wiped his hands, and walked over to Krel.

Because of the close-range shooting tactics, although he attacked with a firearm, the captain of the infrastructure was still covered with blood, but Krell didn't seem to have any discomfort: "Don't forget that there is a duke above, if the son can't bear it, Lao Tzu will always come out after all." ”

"Are you sure?" Hearing Krel's words, Pernard glanced at him in some surprise, "Just that Felder Nanduke?"

Recalling Feldenand's various "bad deeds", Krell shook his head vigorously-

"No, let me retract the preface, let's go up and see what happens. (To be continued.) )