The wind is cold and the straw is flying. Pen, fun, and www.biquge.info

Sensing the terrifying killing intent overhead, Chariot Ola unleashed his mental power without thinking, found a metal anchor next to the straw stack - a rusty pitchfork, and then unleashed the repulsive shield with all his might.

This is an uncommon technique for applying Repulsion Shields, which are generally capable of repelling, deflecting, and deflecting all metal objects, protecting the user from swords and bullets. But when the weight of the metal object far exceeds the weight of the user, it is the user who is repelled and ejected.

The pitchfork certainly doesn't weigh any heavier than Ola's body, but the thing is actually firmly nailed to the ground with a rivet, and it's not easy to move. The repulsion shield rebounded and sent the chariot Aura flying like a stone thrown by a trebuchet, just in time to dodge a sharp slash from the sky.

Merlin Avery had much worse luck. Although the young apprentice had caught the danger above his head a split second, and had time to alert his companions, he was far less skilled in alchemy, and less than in the special application of "Repulsive Rebound". When a sword light like a dark curtain fell from the sky, he only had time to activate a low-level molten gold protection "steel body" before he was engulfed by the rushing wave of qi.

The stacks of straw exploded as if gunpowder had been buried underneath, and the waves of air swept in all directions. Armed with a strangely shaped black greatsword, the Blackwinged Death Reais, Gana Enlais strode out of the billowing smoke, the Winged Knight's helmet tossed aside, and his long burgundy hair danced as if it were a living being.

"Chariot Ora, come out, don't disgrace your prestige!"

"Woman, you only dare to boast at this time. Ola's low and hoarse voice came from a burning building not far away, but the next sentence sounded strangely from the opposite direction, "Before Lao Tzu and Brick fought, why did you always hide in the air for hundreds of meters and dare not challenge Lao Tzu?"

"That's because before the sortie, that Brick guy came to me and cried out for a fair duel with his old rival. Jana Enlais's eyes sparkled, it was the flames of anger and the fierce intent of war, "I really regret that I relented and agreed to the guy's plea. Get out of here, I'm going to let you pay for my men!"

"You should feel lucky, woman. Ora's voice came from a field where there was almost nothing left but charcoal, "Chariot Ola is usually reluctant to hurt old and young women and children, but a woman who is too stupid to tell what is at stake is not among them. In the second response, the voice shifted to a large tree behind Blackwing Death's side.

Unmoved, Jana Enlais mopped the ground with her greatsword, walking towards the end of the path. There seemed to be nothing but a bare abandoned well. Her steps were heavy and rhythmic, like the drums of war hitting her heart, one step, two steps, three steps......

"Now, fire!" a voice of gnashing teeth—the voice of Victor's leader—suddenly rang out, "kill the woman and avenge the brethren!"

Gunfire erupted and flickering. Deadly buckshot shot out from walls, trees, farmhouses, and tunnels, forming an almost airtight web of fire, enveloping the figure of Cana Enlais.

The gunpowder guns used by the rebels were somewhat inferior to the pneumatic rifles of the city guards in terms of concealment and safety, but they were not inferior in terms of power, and the range was faintly exceeded. The protective ability of the mentor-level molten gold warrior is certainly strong, but if the fire is concentrated by dozens of powder guns, even the repulsive shield will be forcibly broken, and the steel body will be beaten to pieces.

It seemed to be in a desperate situation, but Gana Enlais's face did not show any expression of surprise or fear except for the fierce battle intent. She raised the black greatsword high and thrust it at her feet, the surface of the blade lit up with tiny runes from the bottom to the top, and then with a piercing roar that tore through the air, the figure of the Blackwing Reaper disappeared into a whirlwind of steel.

The sound of a dense rain of metal crashing sounded, and the lead bullet was swept into the steel whirlwind, causing bursts of sparks to burst. Seeing that the bullets were ineffective, some of the soldiers hesitated to stop, and the rain of bullets was slightly sparse, but soon, the voice of the leader of Victor sounded again.

"Keep firing! Don't skimp on your ammunition! She can't hold out for long"

The rain of bullets intensified again, and Victor Leader continued to call the shots, adjusting the frequency and intensity of the rounds to ensure that the Steel Whirlwind was hit by more and more buckshot every moment. As the sparks exploded more intensely, the whirlwind of steel slowed down, and even the occasional shrill whistling of lead bullets piercing through repulsive shields could be heard.

Seeing that victory was imminent, the eyes of the rebel fighters gradually showed joy and excitement. Even the chariot Ola, who was hiding behind the well, breathed a sigh of relief, and the fingers holding the Adamantite Short Knife opened and closed slightly, moving to relieve the soreness and numbness caused by the fierce confrontation and tension.

Only Merlin Avery felt a chill in his hands and feet, and he lay in a mess of straw, the iron-blue metal flakes on his brow emitting a hazy blue glow, and all alchemymetric fluctuations were obscured by a secondary copper barrier.

In the field of alchemy, what was shrouded in the rain of bullets was not a mentor-level winged knight at all, but an alchemy doll that exuded strong alchemy fluctuations. The black-winged god of death, Gana Enlais, has returned to the sky, like a silent angel of death, choosing to be torn to pieces by the black greatsword.

"Gods, it's not like I'm going against the Empire. Avery couldn't help but smile wryly. He definitely didn't want to get into trouble, but if the rebels in Scrap Iron were wiped out, he wondered if he had any hope of escaping alone.

The City Guard would never believe that the presence of a young apprentice with a problem with his identity documents would have nothing to do with the Resistance.

"I'm a little sorry for Mr. Sancho for thinking so, but it's a good thing to ...... The deal was not completed at that time. Avery secretly rejoiced as he pulled out a pinch of Mithril powder from his potion bag—one of the alchemytrial materials that should be paid to the trader, Mr. Sancho.

"Be careful, be careful...... "Avery told himself in his mind, picking up a little dirt from the ground next to him, mixing Mithril powder with the dirt into a small ball, and loading it on top of a small special slingshot.

He hesitated for a moment before aiming at the alchemy puppet, then took out the Frost Emperor's ring and gently placed it on the index finger of his right hand. This is an extremely precious alchemy item, enough to make most alchemists greedy—even the unattainable Grandmaster. But compared to the danger, the ring is powerful enough to offset the disadvantages and become the strongest and final hole card in Avery's hand.

"Let's mess up. As he shot the Mithril orb, Avery prayed silently, "Fight for your breath, rebel soldiers, this is your last chance, and my last chance." ”