The machine and the flesh beast soared into the air at the same time, pounced on the girl's thin figure. Marissa sobbed and closed her eyes in despair.

However, with the sound of teeth rubbing against metal, the bloodhound struck the Trapcat in the air, biting it and passing over the girl's head.

- For creatures like the Viscound, they hate all spellcasters and magical creations, and regard magic as a delicacy. But in essence, they are still an animal domesticated by humans, and the instinct to protect their master's cubs is also deeply ingrained in their genes;

At this point, the little girl crying in terror on one side and the crunching mechanism crunch with the head of the blade spinning on the other, its mind finally made a choice after a moment of thought.

While pacification magic no longer works, it does annoy at being controlled by magic. But from the very beginning, it didn't see the little girl who fed her snacks and happily stroked her fur as a threat.

With a roar of rage, the Hound pounced on and bit the trapcat, and the two beasts fell into the depths of the chamber together.

Marissa heard the movement, raised her head, and stared blankly at the cat and dog in the fight.

Without the protection of its waterproof skin, the cat's corrosive saliva has eroded its parts, and its function has further declined, and the leaking magic power has kept flashing with electric sparks; The blade on its head still spun at high speed, slicing off a large piece of flesh and a few fangs from the Hound's mouth in one fell swoop. The latter screamed, let go, jumped to the side, and then became even more furious, roared, and pounced again.

Taking advantage of this opportunity, Marissa quickly got up and quickly fled. Halfway through, she turned her head and took one last look at the bloodied bloodhound, and said from the bottom of her heart, "Thank you, dog!" ”

……

"What the hell is going on, is anyone opening a silver party here?"

Serena, who had finally escaped Ernest's entanglement, walked quickly to the middle of the courtyard; The nun dress on her body was not buttoned properly, her chest showed a deep career line, and half of the makeup she had just put on on her face was spent.

Since returning to the bedroom, she has been hugged by the mayor who is a demon fan, and pressed to the bed to gnaw all the time. This greasy pig-like man made her little physiological organ feel disgusted from the bottom of her heart, and if it weren't for the fact that this man was still useful for her father's plan, he would have chopped him into minced meat and fed to the dogs.

When she heard the movement on this side of the yard, Serena's first reaction was that there was an accident in the laboratory. After all, this is not uncommon in laboratories full of forbidden magical artifacts. But it immediately occurred to me that as the war intensified, all the staff in the secret room had been ordered to withdraw to the Northern Knight Territory to assist my father in modifying the Holy Armor, and there should be no second person here;

Could it be an intruder? She shook her head again in denial. Generally speaking, not to mention the killing traps scattered all over the backyard, with those two beasts alone, it is impossible for outsiders to invade without triggering the alarm.

After using hypnotic powder to put the pig man into a coma, Serena came out of the bedroom, to the backyard, and walked to the pool. At a glance, I saw the entrance of the secret passage open, and thick smoke billowed from inside. She was still amazed to see the scarred Vihound limping up the stairs, holding a trap cat in its mouth that could no longer distinguish shapes;

Serena's heart flew through with ten thousand foul words, and she held her forehead in annoyance, "Stupid brute! I've told you many times that it's my demon cat, not an intruder! Really! ”

She was almost certain that her mechanical cat and Viscound's fight had caused the situation; Since the two animals were raised, they have been fighting for three days. In the end, the black cat was unexpectedly bitten to death, and she had to make a mechanical demon out of its fur and put it in the studio as a guard. The hounds stayed in the corridor on the other side, and the cats and dogs did not see each other, so they were able to get along.

Serena strode towards the entrance of the secret room, and the blood-covered blooded bloodhound stared blankly at her master, her mouth loosened, and the blood-stained remains of the trapcat were thrown to the ground, and the severed limbs were still twitching and wriggling. In the previous fight, the Viscound, although he was ultimately victorious, was also severely injured; Both eyes were cut by blades, and half of the nose was screwed off.

Looking at Serena's back down the stairs, it sniffed the air vigorously with its crippled nose, and a strange light flashed in its cloudy eyes, and silently followed.

Serena grumbled as she walked down the stairs, wondering what the hell the cat and dog had done this time. There was a slight doubt in her mind; The Hound's nest is in a far corridor, and it stands to reason that with the habits of this animal, it will not leave the territory without receiving an order. Why did you come to the underground secret room now, and fight like this with the demon cat?

After turning the illuminated crystal of the chamber, she was shocked by what she saw; The whole studio was in shambles, with all sorts of items thrown all over the floor. Everything that could be seen was a mess, cabinets and bookshelves were not in place, and all kinds of machines and runes were emitting black smoke. What's more, the camouflage dummies used to manipulate the Black Mountain County Mansion have all been activated for some reason, and they are staggering around like zombies.

Serena stayed for a long time before she said, "You two brutes, how did you do that?" Do you want to be skinned and cramped and disassembled into parts? ”

Kicking over a golem that was lunging at her with her magic, Serena hurried over to the console and twisted the crystal that blocked the circle. In an instant, the puppets collapsed like puppets with broken strings, and the secret room suddenly fell silent.

But a few were still out of the range of the shielding force field and walked down the steps; Serena thought that it was not a big problem, and went to clean it up later, and went around to check the damage to the equipment. Suddenly, she noticed some imperceptible traces and stopped;

A few small lines of footprints appeared on the ground, and there were a few fingerprints on the side of the table that had not had time to be erased. The smell of burnt flesh in the air was not only a short circuit in mana, but also a hint of explosive runes.

The purple pupil turned, and he already understood seven or eight points in his heart, "It seems that there are really rats in the house......"

Serena began to search everywhere, the mechanical parts of her pupils spinning like a high-powered detector, and no trace of magic escaped her vision;

After a while, more anomalies were discovered: pry marks on the safe, exposure powder from crystal-like photography, out-of-order document locations, stamps and correspondence that had been taken away.

On the ground near the entrance, there were some pink crystal fragments scattered around. The faint magic that remained on it proved to be a fragment of a soothing orb. Spiritual magic and its casting materials are the strictest contraband, and it is impossible for ordinary people to get them, and this orb is actually carved and enchanted with very cheap ordinary crystal, to the point that it will be used;

Traces of explosives were also found, not far away. In the charred ashes, a corner of the detonator that did not burn out was revealed. Serena leaned down and picked it up to take a closer look, this rune was produced by the mage tower manufacturer on the Gold Coast, and was used for mining in the mines, and the original was the size of a tabletop. Now it is clear that a considerable degree of modification has been carried out, reducing the volume and power, but significantly increasing the maneuverability.

Selina thought about it, using low-grade materials to create high-level magic tools that were not well crafted but could be used was typical of those red-masked rebels outside the city. And in the distance, this civilian magic equipment route was originally created by the Brotherhood of Defia, how could she not know.

Could it be that rebel spies have infiltrated it? But how did the other party do it, except for Ernest, no one else came to the church these days.

While Serena was meditating, behind her, the bloodhounds crept up. The beast lowered its body, silently, as if approaching its prey, and approached its master's back step by step.