The slingshot pulled away, let go, and the Mithril ball popped out silently, drawing a perfect arc in the night sky, falling towards the noise and chaos a hundred meters away. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 The faint alchemy fluctuations produced by the INFO's special slingshot are inconspicuous on a battlefield filled with fire and smoke.

Avery held his breath, the Mithril powder itself did not have the ability to break the alchemy, but it was not easily disturbed by the alchemy. He must skillfully and precisely concentrate his mental power to complete the astonishing act of catalyzing Mithril powder at a distance of more than a hundred meters, activating the "shielding of everything".

This is a feat that even most mentor-level alchemists can hardly accomplish, and Avery has only done it in absolute silence in the laboratory conditions. When the Mithril ball suddenly exploded, forming a ball of light like a gathering of countless fireflies, he couldn't help but feel an unconcealable sense of pride in his heart.

The light cluster quickly decomposed and scattered, enveloping the space within a radius of more than ten meters. The whirlwind of steel, which was struggling to resist the rain of bullets, suddenly disappeared, but it was not because Gana Enleko was injured or killed, but because the effect of "shielding everything" to restrain the alchemy props had played a role.

After the steel whirlwind vanished, only a shattered alchemy doll could be seen lying on the bullet-riddled ground. The Blackwing Reaper Gana Enleko didn't step into the trap at all, or the moment he stepped into the trap, he escaped with the help of a bizarre alchemy item.

"Virtual images and illusions, damn alchemy dolls, have fooled us all. Ola sprang out of his hiding place, his face grim with shame and annoyance.

In the next moment, his voice suddenly turned anxious, "Victor, hide immediately, you are now the target of that woman's attack!"

The leader of Victor didn't answer, he didn't even have the ability to communicate, he must have been in very trouble. Like an enraged leopard, Aura flickered and jumped between the ruins, moving so fast that it was hard to catch with the eye. However, when he arrived at the temporary command post of the leader of Victor, he involuntarily stopped.

The temporary command post, located in an abandoned mill covered with green moss, was not targeted for the first round of air strikes due to its remote location and clever cover. The leader of Victor controls the battle through the peep glasses and loudspeakers placed on the roof of the mill, and if it weren't for the fact that the alchemy puppets were exposed, they would have been safe and sound until the end of the battle.

Ola's judgment was still a little wrong. The enemy attacking the makeshift command post was an entire squadron of flying wings, hunters in the air swooping down, wingtips tearing through the air with a breathtakingly sharp whistling, and large-caliber pneumatic rifles firing incessantly, smashing the entire building from top to bottom.

The Makeshift Command had been completely destroyed, and Aura saw the corpse of Taktatu the Swiftwalker hanging from the window, shot in the forehead, holding a powder gun in his hand, and a dozen rebel fighters on the roof, behind the secret door, and by the window, none of them survived, and the only result was a slight damage to two wings, but it did not prevent the winged knights from continuing the fight.

The corpse of the leader of Victor was not among them, and this was the only thing that Ola was happy about. He sighed, saluted the victims of the Provisional Command, and turned around, intending to continue his search for Victor - to join Merlin Avery by the way.

The sound of the sharp blade tearing through the air came, and Ola's subconscious activation timing was disturbed, delaying the black giant sword attacking from behind for a tenth of a second. Such a short period of time is not even enough for ordinary people to blink their eyes, but for a mentor-level molten gold warrior with rich combat experience, it is enough to regroup and turn defense into offense.

Aura pounced like an enraged cheetah, the angular dagger the cheetah's razor. First on the left side, then on the right ribs, then on the knee and lower abdomen, the short knife was swung into a terrifying shadow by Ola, tearing at the defenses of Gana Enlais from every tricky angle.

The greatsword can never compete with the short knife for speed, and with a fierce smile on his face, the black greatsword moves left and right, steadily defending every attack of Ola. As a battle-hardened molten warrior, she knew she was invincible in this battle.

Ola also understands this, the attacker will of course be more physically draining than the defender, but he has no choice. This battlefield is too bad for him: the Destiny Charge needs to have enough distance to accumulate strength, the gunpowder pistol with the repulsive shield is also firmly restrained by the black greatsword of Gana Enlais, and the fierce battle with Brick just now and the subsequent attacks of the defending winged troops have consumed a lot of physical strength, even if it is a fair fight, he does not have the confidence to defeat the Blackwing Death.

To make matters worse, his alchemy inventory had been depleted, and several powerful alchemy abilities could not be used instantly.

The shadow of defeat loomed over him, and Ola barely managed to contain the emotion, trying to maintain a quick and ferocious attack. As long as he pushes the Blackwing Reaper out of the way, as long as Gana Enlais takes a step back, he can break out of this death-filled building and maneuver his opponents on the vast battlefield.

A loud bang came from outside the mill, and the earth seemed to tremble. "Scorpius!" a voice cried out in grief, "They shot down Scorpius!" followed by many excited voices chanting victory, hitting the eardrums like a tidal wave.

Jana Enlais's movements paused, "Scorpius?" Ora muttered in surprise when he heard Blackwing Death's expression, "How could it be him?"

Aura seized this rare opportunity, and the dark purple light that disturbed the timing flickered, and then transformed into a thick, solid metal light, and the whole person was like a bronze statue, and his steps rumbled towards Gana Enlais.

This is not the fateful charge of Chariot Ora, but it is just as powerful. Very few people can recognize it in time and respond appropriately.

Cana Enlais didn't seem to be right, and as Aura slammed into him, the Black-Winged Reaper finally took a step to the side, followed by a sharp slash from left to right with the Black Greatsword.

The slash didn't even touch Ora's cloak. With the thud of the repulsive shield being hit, Ora curled up and let himself fly out of the door of the abandoned mill like a ball that had been violently struck, and landed on the open outdoor battlefield.

It was the last mistake he made tonight.

Without the cheering rebel fighters, without the downed winged knight Scorpius, without the command of the leader of Victor, the battle for Scrap Iron Town was long over. All Aura saw was a group of captives who had laid down their arms and knelt on the ground, and a dozen winged knights lined up in a half-moon shape with flat-ended pneumatic rifles aimed at him.

"Again...... Damn the illusion ......"

Ora's whole body was trembling slightly, and he turned away.

"Let a couple of little mice run away. Under the moonlight, Gana Enlais's smile was cruel and beautiful, like a goddess of the night who controlled her life, "But it doesn't matter, the Archon's Hydra Guardian has sealed off the surroundings, and no one can really run away." Now, Ora, Chariot, offer your head and be my trophy!"

The black greatsword was raised high, its blade pointed straight at the sacred starry sky, and then slashed down.