The scum nobles were killed by Ivy's muskets, and they were really caught off guard by the muskets with alchemy powder, and if they really want to defend against this external force, they only need the most basic protective magic or fighting spirit, and they can only blame their skills for being wasted and deserving of death.

It's those anti-fighting and anti-magic equipment, don't look at it and don't work, in fact, each one is worth a lot.

After cremating a dozen scum nobles and dropping jewels and clothes on the ground, Ivy sat in the middle like a dragon guarding a treasure.

Of course, if there were convenient space props, Ivy would have already swept away the "dropped items" on the ground.

However, with the influx of the Slave Chamber guards, the work of picking up the treasure had to be postponed.

When the first person slashed with a knife, Ivy's body tilted with the stool, like a naughty child, and dodged the blade.

There was another person in the back who drew a knife and slashed horizontally, Ivy lifted the stool under her, and the folded stool leg just clamped the blade, and then rolled forward, bringing the person behind to the top of the head of the person in front, and with a slight guide under the foot, the two of them were all regarded as the floor, and the folding stool was pressed on it, and Ivy still sat firmly on the top with Erlang's legs.

The area of the underground clubhouse is not small, but there are a lot of strange iron frames and props on display, plus slaves who are fixed or scattered on the ground in various postures, and it is not easy for the guards who arrived to achieve a siege, at most it is a coordinated attack of two or three people.

"You guys are so tired, I'll help increase your efficiency. Ivy took the initiative to attack, smashed the stool against the last person, and then flipped over the leg of the stool to clamp the gap between the legs and arms, set it up like a fork and a cake, and threw it in the middle of the field.

Ivy's fighting spirit is completely restrained, the embodied ribbon does not show the slightest brilliance, no different from ordinary silk fabrics, and the black folding stool infused with fighting spirit is also inconspicuous, but it is inexplicably flexible to use, and the opening and closing locks of those simple mechanisms are like living creatures, but when carefully pondered, they do conform to the laws of machinery, and they are purely manual operations, not magical.

Only those who are beaten will notice the strangeness in between: it is obviously a light silk ribbon, but when it blocks the sword, it is as heavy as a rolling stone, one moment it is rampage like a long stick, and the next moment it is as flexible as a water snake.

The folding stool is like a black octopus in the girl's hands, no matter which angle the attack will be cleverly blocked with the folding stool, and this strange chair looks like a hard material, whether it is a knife or axe, or a nail and a hammer, it will feel tough and sticky, and the force of feedback cannot be judged by experience at all, and it is indescribably uncomfortable.

These guards are well-trained elites, usually a sword and a sword will habitually bring fighting energy, cohesion, power than those who pursue gorgeous and forcibly stimulate the fighting spirit is much higher, even the strength of the person can not fight with them to consume, among them there are old guards who have seen the world and the so-called top masters against the move, even if they are not able to fight, in the face of overwhelming momentum, they can also firmly hold the weapons in their hands, and fight until they are exhausted without losing morale.

But in front of this girl, like a recruit who has just joined the militia training, she has been drilled to the point of staggering! Let's say that she is a master, this girl has never shown an amazing fighting spirit, and every time she seems to be reluctant to accept the move, but this reluctant behavior has been repeated hundreds of times, but she has not missed, and even the double ponytail and long braids that look like flaws always slide through the grappling hand like a teasing person without leaving a trace.

The girl's strength is not small, but it is not strong enough to the level of a monster, but every time she hits it, her whole body will be displaced, instead of being injured by the point of attack, this kind of grasp of the flow of strength may have reached its peak. With this kind of skill, I'm afraid she doesn't have to use her weapon to block the attack at all, could it be that she made the folding stool dance out of the sky just to prevent her clothes from being torn?...,

"That's pretty much it, it's neatly arranged. ”

When Ivy put away the folding stool and said the above words, the guards realized that they had been dragged to the side of the field at some point, and they were bustling in a heap.

Ivy held her right shoulder with her left hand and spread her right arm flat, running like a bowling ball rushing towards a wooden bottle: "Take it, Skate in Heaven!"

The first person hit by Ivy did not bounce directly, but was stopped by Ivy's right arm around his waist and dragged forward at an accelerated pace.

Soon the second person was also resisted by the predecessors, and his whole body was evenly thrusted, and he wanted to break free but couldn't find the fulcrum.

The third person who was posted was also involuntarily, obviously the more people who should be held, the greater the resistance, but as the engine, Ivy's capacity skills are not simply pushing forward, but the boulder rolling with fluctuating levels.

The more the person behind him tried to gain a foothold, the previous person would instead convey the reaction force to Ivy after being blocked by this block, and then take another step, which would make the thrust superimpose again.

When this thrust was superimposed on the tenth floor, that is, when the row of people pushed by Ivy at the same time accumulated to ten people, the last person had already made close contact with the wall, and the ninth person only felt that his back was sticky, and the accomplices behind him seemed to be squeezed into blood.

Next, the eighth, seventh, and sixth people died like a road roller crushing into meat sauce, and the bursting blood pressure rose backwards, and a column of blood rose in the corner of the wall.

The fifth, fourth, and third people were not as miserable as the people behind them, and the recoil force had been dispersed by the pillars of blood and broken flesh, and they were only crushed to pieces, and rushed to the roof with the blood fountain.

"Wow, the reaction is too strong, I can't stop!" "Ivy, who caused such a bloody scene, actually didn't end this crazy slaughter, and after completely painting a wall red, she continued to rush and kill the first person at the beginning!

This time, the death train's passengers increased to twelve, moving from one wall to the other, leaving behind a bloodied track and two walls covered in flesh.

And at this time, the first person carried by Ivy was not dead, and it can even be said that he was only slightly injured at all! However, his mental blow is estimated to have exploded, and this kind of journey to hell is too exciting.

"If you want to blame it, the quality of your walls is so good, the superimposed force can't be released at all!" Ivy started the third round of moving, not because she didn't want to stop, but because she couldn't stop!

The guards who blocked the way didn't even have a chance to be pushed against the wall, and when they were directly hit by Ivy, they stopped and exploded, and the flesh exploded into a pillar of blood directly on the spot, and there were eight victims.

"The walls can't work, I'll hit the ceiling!" Considering that the underground is surrounded by earth layers, which are extremely solid, only the ceiling is above the other floors, and Ivy can only release this snowballing power in this way, and there is no turning back.

"Whoa—"

The ceiling of the second basement floor, or the ground of the basement floor, has been opened into a big hole, and the male ** subordinates and the guests who buy above have also fallen down one after another, enjoying the VIP treatment.

The first hapless guy to be grabbed by Ivy finally accomplished his mission, turning into a humanoid blood mark on the ceiling, creating a bloody rain landscape along with the falling pieces of dirt.

Ivy was bloodied by the flesh fountains she made, and her clothes were tattered, and her image was not much better than that of the slaves on the second floor, but Ivy deliberately avoided the slaves in the transportation path she had just taken, but she did not cause accidental injuries.

"The equipment on the ground is dirty, forget it, don't pick it up. Ivy walked slowly to the crowd that had just fallen: "Which of you has a space ring? ”...,

The current Ivy, with every step she takes, keeps dripping blood from her body, which is really terrifying to the extreme, and several nobles who have just fallen down and are dizzy and dizzy are directly scared to pee, and they have shaken out the things on their bodies.

"Stop, don't take it off, I'm not collecting rags. Ivy waved her hand.

I don't have any cleanliness or anything like that, right? Why don't you want to touch these people's things?

"Space rings and the like, I'd rather do tasks in exchange for money and buy a new one!"

Ivy was excited, took out the Holy See suit from the low-level storage belt, and completed the process of cleaning the blood stains and changing clothes in an instant with a little skill.

The people who already had an impression of Ivy in black civilian clothes didn't recognize this bloody demon at first, but when Ivy changed into a Holy See uniform and wore a cute double ponytail hairstyle, someone still let out a half-sigh, and then suddenly realized that the girl in front of her was a murderer, and held back her breath.

Now that the ground is full of flesh and blood, Ivy's white robe will be stained with blood after not taking two steps, and it is certainly unrealistic to clean them up at any time, so let's wait for this matter to be resolved.