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In the moment of wolf smoke, Evan Ian had already lifted his cloak, took out the piercing protective scroll from his coat pocket and unfolded it. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

Amid the whistling of the short spear cutting through the air, Evanian reached out and nudged the wolf maid, "Iophta, you go tell Abel—"

However, in the middle of his words, he patted his head and changed his mind, "Forget it, I'll do it." ”

Pulling out the pages of the teleportation book, Evanian whispered a few words before letting the paper airplane fly.

"Jazz...... ...... this?" Irette was also taken aback by the sudden change, and then he watched Evan Ian's movements, a little inexplicable, but he still resisted the curiosity in his heart, and waited for Evan Ian to finish everything before asking.

"I'm sorry, Mr. Hogan......" Evan Ian turned his head to look at him, but—

"Master Hogan, be careful!" The little maid who had been following Errett and had always been awkward about her presence between 0 and 1 finally had a chance to perform.

A pale light flashed from Farlan Lil's hand, and the long sword that was swung by the master to block the slash had already materialized in an instant.

"Magic Sword!" the tall assailant clearly recognized the weapon in Frankriel's hand, but it was too late.

As if slicing into butter, Jing's steel alchemy hammer was cut in half in an instant.

But even so, the huge strange power was transmitted to the girl's swordsman through the war hammer, and with a heavy snort, the girl had already pushed several steps.

It was only after retreating to Farrett that he staggered to a halt.

“...... Who?!" It was only then that a trace of horror flashed across Errett's face, the rostrum was so chaotic, and there were screaming nobles everywhere, he didn't even notice the slogan of the Sword of Vengeance.

"You second master!" roared the warhammer who looked like a fierce man, and had swung his hammer once again and slammed it down on Erret.

However, at this moment, the Warhammer Man heard only one voice in his ears.

"Battering ram!"

The next moment, an inexplicable huge force had smashed into his body!

The warhammer in front of him twisted in the first moment, and the steel hammer handle was compressed to the extreme like a slingshot, and then snapped!

The broken hammer handle swept across the giant man's face, and the giant man suddenly let out a miserable howl, and a huge wound was plowed out of his face that was deep and visible to the bone!

"Bang!" A gunshot rang out, and the giant man's howl came to an abrupt end, his head was only left with his lower jaw, and his tongue, fixed deep in his throat, was still tilted in vain, and then he fell to the ground with a bang.

Irett's face lit up, and he subconsciously touched it, but it was a blood clot with no visible structure, faintly white.

"......" face was a little pale, Irette took a step back, turned his head to look at Evan Ian behind him, but found that he didn't know when, the smoke like white mist had thickened, this smoke was not pungent, some fragrant, but it was very thick, and he couldn't see his fingers.

A hand reached out from the void, and then slapped him on the shoulder, and then for a moment, it dawned-

The field of vision within a dozen meters is as clear as usual, but beyond twenty meters it becomes blurred, and only some dark shadows can be faintly seen.

"Is this ......?" he looked at his hands, and the moment he lifted them, he could see them very clearly, but when he stopped, the outlines of his hands began to blur.

"The five senses are common, or the common sense xing. Evan Ian's face loomed in Eritt's eyesight, and it was a strange feeling, "Now you can see mainly because of the auditory imaging that is supplemented by spells, and in short, you can now 'see with your ears'. ”

Irette nodded, then continued, "What is this?"

"Are you talking about people, or smoke?" asked Evan Ian.

"Both. ”

"The attacker is the sword of revenge, the rebel group of the South Ridge, and the smoke is the smoke of the barrier. Evanian replied briefly, but it was as if he hadn't answered.

"No, I mean, it was all in your plan before?

Evan Ian looked up and glanced at Irette, "I don't know what you're talking about, Mr. Hogan. ”

"......" Irette looked at Evan Ian with a meaningful gaze, "Don't worry, I'm not going to stop you, but is Master Arut entangled by the Grand Duke? ”

"If it could really be dispelled so easily, the dragon smoke would not have become a ghost during the 21st war. Evan Ian explained slightly, "It's no ordinary smoke, it's magic smoke, and ordinary spells only blow away the aroma, but they can't affect this visual impairment - and I suggest you don't try it." ”

Seeing Irette raise his arm, as if intending to perform a wind-making spell, Evan Ian immediately stopped him and said, "The aroma itself can obscure the enemy's sense of smell, and blowing away the aroma will increase our disadvantage." ”

Errett gave Evan Ian a deep look, shrugged his shoulders, turned around, and walked over to pick up Bernard, who was still lying on the ground and moaning.

Franriel glanced at Evangel, then bent down deeply, "Thank you!"

Then he turned and chased after Irette.

"Thank you......" Evan Ian chewed on the sentence and smiled wryly, it seemed that the little maid had not seen it clearly.

When he invited Irette to set foot on the battlefield, he had no intention of letting the royal agent leave the place without a hitch.

When the wolf smoke obscured the eyes, when the miserable howl began, Achebert and the other dozens of nobles who had been staying in their seats were startled, except that the rostrum as the main body was horizontal, the seats on the viewing platform had a slight height, so with Acebert's vision, it was easy to see the massacre that was taking place.

God knows, he's just a nobleman who doesn't practice martial arts - except for ** or strange places like the north, most nobles don't go out of their way to learn magic or swordsmanship, because learning these two things is meant to get ahead, and people like them who have already made a name for themselves, why do they need to learn this thing?

So in the face of this sudden situation, Acebert, who was good at playing tricks and tricks, panicked all of a sudden, and at this time, it was Juen, the Duke of Hailiu, who he had never looked down on and often satirized the "porcupine head" in private.

"Don't panic! Bring everything around you that can be used as a weapon! Stand back! Get out of the wolf's smoke!"

Jun roared loudly, the order he gave was simple, but someone instructed the panicked nobleman to subconsciously find the backbone.

The nobleman who practiced martial arts casually flipped through anything around him that could be used as a weapon, and the little nobleman who knew how to do magic also raised his hand, planning to take advantage of the smoke surface to come and block it with a wind-making technique.

However, this action was immediately stopped by June: "Idiot, don't you want to die?! This thing is magic smoke, it feeds on magic, and blowing it will only make the smoke spread faster!"

After all the explanations were clear, he turned his head to look at Sindra not far away: "Captain Sindra, did you see Darker and them?"

Syndra was as pale with fright as Azibert, but he was a little better than Azibert, he was the one who had risen to the rank of city lieutenant, and his high-level swordsmanship was quite good among the group at this time - although like Duck Gill, he hadn't experienced actual combat for almost ten years.

Hearing June's shout, he subconsciously replied, "No." ”

However, at this moment, Sindra saw that after throwing all the spears on his body to the rostrum, the Feathered Wind Knights circled their wings a few times, and suddenly rushed towards the back of the viewing platform.

"Ahh

So after the first nobleman who tried to escape from the jumping platform jumped down, the others leaned on the railing with pale faces and looked at it, and no one thought about it anymore.

Then, just then, the gun went off.

"Confirmed six known threatening entities, this machine enters anti-air combat mode, scan complete, lock, tactical mode, annihilation, battle begins-"

"Bang!" the loud sound of gunfire echoed through the heavens and the earth, and immediately after the first sound, the roar of "tears of repentance" instantly joined together.

The two Wind Knights who were chosen as the first targets were shot down in almost an instant, their bodies as if they had crashed into an invisible giant wall, and then their chests, heads, torsos, arms, and lower bodies, in the blink of an eye, more than a dozen blood holes had exploded on the corpses, and they shattered into a sky of corpses.

"Evade!" The voice of the feathered man, who seemed to be the captain of the attack, shouted in some panic, and his body, which had been rushing straight down, immediately turned to a horizontal cut and rushed up around the horizontal tangent of HC-XIII's attack.

But it didn't work.

The sound of the cartridges falling to the ground was "clattering", and the two magazines that were instantly emptied were unloaded, and the HC-XIII was reloaded with one hand in a few seconds, and the hands were flattened like a cross.

Silver and black double se, combined with two guns - the killing symphony of the tears of repentance, played again.

No one dodged the HC-XIII's bullets in the sky with nowhere to go.

Even if he was a natural sky knight, the Feather Clan couldn't do it.

After shooting down two people in a row, the outstretched arm immediately crossed in front of him to aim at the new target, and poured out all the remaining dozen or so rounds in the magazine.

This time, three Feathered Clan were torn apart from the sky by the HC-XIII SHE.

"You brute!"

The last Feather Knight, the captain of the Feather Green Knight, finally rushed to the vicinity of HC-XIII and waved the long sword in his hand.

The right-handed gun landed, and HC-XIII's right hand was extended to his waist.

The sword flashed, and the corpse that fell from the sky was split in half and scattered seven feet of blood.

"Annihilation, done. ”

The sword is sheathed. (To be continued.) )