- Interesting challenges.

- If it's before I get the Kicker Crown and get the Truth Crystal. This kind of quality and quantity of mental power impact may bring me a little trouble.

- But even if it's trouble, I can handle it.

Zhan Lan blinked slightly, she would not take the attacker's flaws lightly - the reincarnators always had some hole cards in their hands that were beyond ordinary people's expectations. Without complete transparency of the information, she wasn't sure how many she would bump into.

But she wasn't worried, as her body was still inside the Obsidian Tower. And by the time she confirmed that she had found something unusual, her powerful companions had already appeared around her.

The shadow of the blood demon is dancing, and the thunder of the demigod is flickering. A distance of 100 kilometers is not a difficult hurdle to overcome. And Zhan Lan tapped the crown on her forehead lightly, and more concentration was projected towards the designated area—she was not afraid of war, she had seen them. A total of three psychic powers gathered in the underground sphere within a radius of several kilometers, and the provocateurs among them propped up the shielded area, becoming the most dazzling and eye-catching fortress fortress.

And now, the gateway to the fortress was open. Line infantry, dressed in classical uniforms, stood out of the line with a neat pace. The salvo fire at the top of the tower is the embodiment of the spiritual impact in the spiritual realm. And it's enough to easily level a mountain in a heart-like world.

- The style of the mid-to-late nineteenth century...... It seems that you have a long family lineage. And deep down I am proud of it.

Zhan Lan closed his eyes in the present world.

She opened her eyes in the midst of her heart.

When the fluctuations of spiritual power collided with each other, four completely different mental image worlds collided in nothingness. She saw a modern-day fortress that had been war-torn in battle. And attacking it under the city were two strong armies with very different painting styles. One of them is a dieselpunk vibe - giant-like heavy constructs, spew-black smoke-spewing chariots and ornithopters made of gears, and humanoid infantry wrapped in heavy armor with massive fuel lines attached to their backs. They march in concert with close allies, and the offensive is not very strong, but it is sustained.

This is the main force, and it should correspond to the mental image of the slightly stronger people in the Nanyanzhou team. The nature of dieselpunk is a testament to the rebelliousness of its people and a certain degree of stubbornness. Of course, it may also mean the power to be in control.

The captain of the Nanyanzhou team, or the core of the team—this is something that can be known immediately as long as you get a glimpse of his mind. Oh...... His name should be Neos, which is also the information that Zhan Lan grabbed from the fluctuations of his spiritual power the moment he saw him.

Zhan Lan tilted her head—she sensed Chu Xuan's gaze. It seems that Chu Xuan knew the name Neos and the corresponding identity afterwards. But that gaze lasted only a brief moment before it disappeared completely. It seems that this glance is all the computing power that Chu Xuan judged should be consumed.

- is a weak enemy, for Chu Xuan.

Zhan Lan thought that she still attached great importance to the enemy who could make Chu Xuan pay attention to it. However, in addition to Neos, the other siege army and the mental world they represent may not need to be too preoccupied.

- The name is supposed to be Xue Ling'er, a life story that might be classified as a miserable young girl, a parasitic vine. A terminally ill outcast, a wanderer with no relatives. After entering the world of reincarnation, she was favored and cultivated by Neos, and she regarded Neos as her psychological pillar and obeyed others.

Things that can be seen through at a glance really don't need to be paid too much attention. Her mind is like a fairytale forest, using all kinds of behemoths and elves to cooperate with Neos's army to attack the fortress of Jalessandra.

- Yalessandra, your name is Alexandra.

The sky shattered across the mixed hearts, whether it was a diesel-powered colossus, a goblin riding a giant wolf, or a line of infantry with flintlock muskets. They all stared in amazement at the huge shadow that descended with the shattering of the sky—the huge steel floating city that had no friends and had crossed the border. And the bombardment at the top of the fortress, which was enough to level the mountains, could not even stop the march of the floating giant city for a moment.

And the next moment, the heavenly fire poured down like a flood to the earth.

……………………

"Hmm!" Nyos's eyes were suddenly bloodshot, and the vertical lines on his eyebrows twitched violently as if they were electrocuted. Necrotic blood spilled from his ears and nostrils, and he looked at the sky in disbelief.

"Three of them together!? Is it crazy! Or do you-"

Before he could say the first word, the scepter in his hand jerked up. The end of the scepter pointed at the sluggish Xue Ling'er on his side, and a restraining and terrifying glow was about to suspend the mind of this spiritual power on a physical level!

He took a step slower - he saw Xue Ling'er tilt her head and give him a subtle smile. The domination of the strong over the weak does not require any bells and whistles, it only needs to give orders, and she has to obey.

"Go." Xue Linger said.

The moment the vocal cords operated, the trembling of the moth's wings filled the mental network of the Nanyanzhou team. Suffering followed.

Materialized suffering.

It fills the nerves and spirits of every Nanyan reincarnation, squeezing out the computing power of their minds and bodies to the greatest extent. The weakest of them fainted in an instant with a muffled snort or even a hum. The slightly stronger ones screamed in the pain of rolling down the mountain of knives and showering in a sea of fire.

They screamed, they twitched, they were powerless to fight.

The strongest of Richard appeared behind Xue Ling'er, his face contorted, surrounded by the unstable blood and turbulent air currents that moved at the speed of sound. The young girl in front of him was still able to move after being hit by a shock spell, and the closer he got to her, the stronger and effective the sound of flapping her wings became!

No way.

Without hesitation, he swung his fist vigorously.

'Boom-' Xue Ling'er's spine shattered instantly. At the bare minimum of life-sustaining operations, most of her organs and tissues immediately ceased to function under the blow. The strong flapping of his wings was slightly diminished, and it was only at this moment that Neos, clutching his head, was able to remove a pyramidal-shaped crystal from the storage item.

'Bang-'The crystal shattered.

A double barrier suddenly unfolded. By interfering with reality, the weaker members of the team who have been injured are hidden. And the next moment, Richard's hand pressed his shoulder.

"Let's go!" He asks the caster to move in space.

Can't go.

The spatial structures within a radius of several kilometers are moving at high speed in some kind of bizarre vibration. Unless a caster of the Legend level or above strikes or uses a strange object of the corresponding specification, no one can jump in such an unstable spatial layer. This is no longer the home stadium held by the reincarnations of the Nanyanzhou team, and a bigger crisis has arrived here.

"It's too late." A hint of bitterness appeared at the corners of Nyos's mouth. He turned his head to look into the darkness of the cavern underground.

It's really too late.

He saw the shadows gathering, and he could smell the blood surging like a tidal wave. In the wriggling darkness, tens of thousands of scarlet eyes flickered indifferently. From the third eye, which he barely opened at the center of his brow, he saw a long river of blood, and in it thousands of souls cried out in pain.

Dead River, the upper power among the upper vampires.

Such a huge specification proves that the other party was drinking from Esinger not long ago. Or it's an easy crush, or maybe there's still the strength to make up for the loss after the bloody battle. Either way, it can only verify the strong force that the other side holds.

There is no way to run, there is nowhere to run.

He took a deep breath. On his side, the 'force' of the Nanyanzhou team was tense all over his body, and his heart was full of the fighting intent to face the death match. Both knew at this moment that there was only one way to go. Either die here, or, prove that you are qualified to stand in front of the other person, to have the other person weigh the benefits and expenses.

A burly, eerie silhouette emerges from the shadows. Before the man arrived, the murderous intent and hostility had already manifested in the minds of the two of them, a hellish delirium twisted and terrifying thing - Neos gritted his teeth and clenched the scepter.

Richard, on the other hand, closed his eyes and faced the deepest madness in his heart.

'Boom——!!! ’

………………………………

'Boom——!!! ’

The heavenly flames poured down like a torrent, and the three legions were reduced to nothing in an instant. The fairytale forest was the first to be burned to ashes, and the dieselpunk positions barely had some broken remnants. Crossing the withered bones of the huge number of soldiers, Zhan Lan stopped at the gate of the fortress that was still standing tenaciously in the flames of the sky.

She put a little computing power into the Nanyanzhou team, and then she didn't plan to bother with more. It's like an eagle hunting a hare and its wings slap to kill a reckless passing butterfly. She might have subconsciously learned about the butterfly's color and species, but she didn't bother with anything else.

She just reached out and touched the door of the Stronghold in front of her.

- Alexandra.

The key had been obtained, and she had arrived behind the door. The outer walls of the fortress shattered in the flames, and countless future armored soldiers representing her aggressive will descended on the flames and thunder, bursting into the lost fortress, killing every soldier who resisted or did not resist, and the common people did not spare.

- You are a Sicilian, and your ancestors are said to have royal blood.

She walked into the fortress and into the burning court. Screaming and fleeing servants and maids were torn apart by a hail of bullets, and guards and nobles who had mustered up the courage to resist were crushed by walking mechs.

- but alas, you're not a princess.

She continued onwards, into the depths of the court. Her eyes were fixed on one of the most ornate inner palaces of all. And the next moment, she saw the most favored blonde princess.

- You're just a good-looking maid who barely counts as a bit of status.

The king and queen who protected the princess with their bodies were torn apart in front of her. She reached out and grabbed the princess's head.

Then, knead into minced pieces.