The distance from the lonely bridge to the platform is not far. If you run with all your strength, you can reach the other end in just a few seconds. When Fang Plover arrived there, he glanced down and saw that the fallen spire was broken here, and it was connected with the platform. The platforms in the distance are only connected by chains as thick as arms.
The iron chain stretched over the dark abyss, swaying, as if the platform and the lonely bridge were also shaking.
A normal person would probably be a little dizzy when he got here, but when Fang Plover looked back, the Jeffrit red team seemed to be preparing to break out of the zombies and pursue them in their direction. And those corpses soon not only appeared on the cliff, but also climbed up from the bridge below and surrounded them.
He knew that time was urgent, and he had no time to think too much. He only saw other people arriving behind him one by one, then turned around, grabbed the chain, and climbed towards the platform. About halfway to the distance, he suddenly raised his right hand and fired a rocket flying fist, and his claws firmly grasped the balcony of a building on the platform with a 'click' sound.
The terrace was located on a spire, far higher than the level position he was at. Fang Plover saw this and held the construct's glove firmly, and then held it tightly to confirm that it was secure before starting the magic engine. The small cable retractor built into the reinforced gloves squeaked and spun, and the cable suddenly straightened. Only then did he release his hand and swing in that direction.
The distance of more than ten meters passed by in a flash. He secretly counted three, two, and one in his heart, then opened his claws, fell to the ground and rolled before getting up. As soon as he got up, he saw two people wearing Blood Oath shirts. Walking out of the ruins not far away.
Probably because the main force was still on the Guqiao side, the opponent never considered that the attack would come from the rear. The people left behind were not responsible for guarding against this direction, but the people who came to respond.
The two people probably thought that Fang Yu and others were coming to support them, so they waved to him: "Why are you here now? What happened over there?" Naturally, they also saw the corpse climbing up from the bottom of the cliff and attacking. There was a scene of people on the edge of the cliff, but when he was about to ask in the team channel, he saw Fang Plover jumping down from the top.
But just as the two of them were about to step forward, their footsteps suddenly stopped. Fang Luo looked at the flashing communication crystals in their hands and guessed that it was Jefflett's red team that had reported their information.
Sure enough, the communication crystals in their hands were extinguished at the same time. When they looked up at him, there was a look of uncertainty in their eyes, and at the same time they reached for the sword at their waists. Fang Plover had no choice but to retract the reinforced gloves with a 'click' and at the same time lead his hand forward. Dozens of magic buoys on the gimbal lit up at the same time, pointing in the direction of the two of them.
After all, combat craftsmen are a minority profession. The two of them did not react for a moment when they saw his action. They only subconsciously drew their swords and wanted to fight. But what they never expected was that the attack did not come from the direction of the other party—— Instead, they were two bright golden lines drawn out from the darkness above and behind Fang Plover.
They raised their heads and saw two extremely elegant women's armor-like constructs, one on the left and one on the right, sliding down from above on iron chains, with a long length drawn out from the point where the blade-shaped feet contacted the iron chains. Sparks, and sparks flying, the two constructs jumped into the air at the same time, taking advantage of the momentum to jump up from behind Fang Plover. In an instant, they jumped over a distance of more than ten meters, and stood upside down like a top before reaching the top of their heads. .
They both raised their heads. Due to the limit on the number of people, none of the personnel carefully selected by the Blood Alliance to go here are below level 15, and these two people are naturally no exception. However, it is a pity that the two powerful angels in Fang Yu's hands are not inferior to the average ten A fifth-level selector, let alone a surprise attack.
They only had time to make this action when they saw the two angels hanging upside down above their heads, and their blade-like feet drew a perfect circle in mid-air, falling steadily behind.
Only one of the two reacted quickly. He immediately turned around and raised his sword to block, just in time to block the first sword thrust by the capable angel.
But in a hasty attack, the opponent lost his balance and the block value was instantly reduced by half. The remaining part managed to allow him to block the two swords clumsily, but the construct controlled by Fang Pliance struck as fast as a blow. When he struck with the third sword, he jumped forward and attacked quickly. The sword penetrated his defense line and stabbed him. into the heart.
The man fell to his knees with his mouth wide open, and the last thing he saw in his field of vision was the body of his companion - that man was stabbed through the back of the heart by an angel at the first moment.
There was a gurgling sound in his throat, as if he was questioning the owner of this place, the dragon Toragotos - didn't it say that this ghost place can only be entered by personnel below level fifteen?
After the capable angels, other people also came to the platform one by one. However, everyone in Silver Vislan looked at the two corpses lying on the platform, and then looked at the capable angels standing aside, and they couldn't help but He glanced at Fang Plover on the side.
It’s not that Silver Vislan doesn’t have talented combat craftsmen, and there are also quite a few younger generations. It’s not that there aren’t those who can dual-control walkers, but those who can actually use them in actual combat are probably the only ones they’ve heard of or haven’t seen. .
But those people are likely to be the core of Silver Vislan's future brigade, one of their princess's true teammates in the second world.
What's more, as a mutant, the computing power requirement of an angel is even higher than that of a walker. However, when guilds train combat craftsmen, they generally do not require mutants in the newcomer stage. Not to mention that they all seemed to remember that the other party probably just got these two Angels from them, right?
"Doesn't this guy need to be familiar with strange constructs?"
This question couldn't help but arise in everyone's mind.
However, they mistakenly blamed Fang Plover. Fang Plover was naturally not a superman, and he could use it proficiently just by getting a completely unfamiliar construct. As far as he knew, such a person did not exist in Aitalia at least yet, and it was foreseeable that he would not exist in the future.
It's just that the capable angel himself is a variant of the 'sword-wielding man', and the fighting methods and operating mechanisms of the two are not much different, and he already has a considerable understanding of the sword-wielding man. What's more important is that he actually used more extra computing power to control these two Angels, so that he could ensure that any mistakes made during use could be adjusted in time.
Because the number of sword holders he could control was originally three, not two - the reason why he controlled two was because he only had two sword holders.
Parker and the box are very familiar with this, and they are no longer surprised by Fang Plover's abnormal control. Especially the Papal people, who are completely accustomed to flexible construction in the hands of combat craftsmen, can behave almost like real people—— The fact that it is even more sensitive.
And if he sees those so-called normal 'bump-and-bump' operations, he might even be surprised. How can a flexible structure be so cumbersome?
But for others, this is still a common sense that transcends cognition - at least in the first world, this is not the flexible construction and combat craftsman they know. Even Sophie and the expressions around her have always been dull. The element like water made the girl look a little surprised.
The former even couldn't help but ask: "Ed, was that operation of flying upside down done by you by chance?"
"That's more or less the case." Fang Yu thought for a moment and nodded.
However, Her Royal Highness the Princess of Silver Vislan is thinking about the balance ability in mid-air. The center of gravity and attitude adjustment of the flexible structure in the air have always been difficult areas for combat craftsmen to operate. This does not mean that you can jump however you want. , in fact, it requires the combat craftsman himself to adjust the subtle postures and movements of the construct at all times to balance the center of gravity.
Otherwise, not to mention fighting, even landing intact is a problem. There are really a lot of guys who can control the flat sand and falling wild goose style in the battle.
Therefore, for ordinary combat craftsmen, floating operations such as jumping are not recommended for general land-based structures. Even if there are, most of them are fixed methods that have been thoroughly studied by predecessors. Among these formulas, every detail of how the construct should take off, how to balance, and how to land has been deconstructed and clearly explained, and successors often need repeated training and memorization before they can master it.
She is naturally well-informed in the Silver Vislan, and she roughly knows the scope of the combat craftsmen's capabilities. In fact, in order to prepare for the enemies they may face in the future, the Silver Vislan will specifically train those who have retired and those who are close to retirement every training quarter. A professional selector came to explain the combat methods of those well-known selectors to a core genius like her.
There are also top combat craftsmen among them. In Sophie's view, Fang Pliover's previous operations are already very close to the high-end skills of dexterity-type construction. This skill itself is not a problem, but Fang Plot has just obtained the Angel of Encyclopedia to allow them to enter this field. It's a little too outrageous.
But after hearing Fang Yu's answer, she breathed a sigh of relief, thinking that fortunately the other party did not exceed her imagination.
But what the Princess didn't expect at all was that what Fang Plover was actually thinking was - if it weren't for the speed of rushing down from the chain, it would really be difficult for him to make the angel perform such perfect movements. As for rebalancing or something like that, ——Wouldn’t it be better to adjust it a few more times?
"We have to hurry."
Fang Plover looked back and saw that there were more and more ghouls on the cliff. It was difficult for Jefflite's red team to fight their way out from their siege. However, the ghouls were not high-level undead after all. It's only a matter of time before it comes up.
What's more, those ghouls are not just targeting the people on the cliff over there. In fact, they have been chasing in this direction along the iron chain. There are still a lot of them. They are agile in their movements, and they will be able to climb up the platform in a short time. .
Moreover, the other party has obviously already sent a message to the people on the platform. If it were later, they would lose the suddenness of the surprise attack.
"In which direction is Miss Sylvide?" Box asked.
"I think it's in the southwest." A Silver Vislan ranger came up and replied: "The sound of the previous fighting came from that direction."
Fang Yu nodded after hearing this, and put away the clockwork goblin. The platform was filled with smoke. His clockwork goblin was of little use in this place, but fortunately Silver Vislan's scouts were powerful.
The other side of the battlefield.
The smoke has not cleared away, and there is still a faint smell of burning in the air.
Sylvide looked at the sword held on her neck calmly. The blade was slender and cold, and the surface reflected bright light. Not far away, rows of gunmen were holding up their magic guns, sealing off the place from all sides with some caution. Facing the black muzzles, the girl turned back and calmly said to the others around her:
"Drop your weapons."
"But Miss——" The men in black were a little anxious.
"Don't worry," Sylvide replied with a normal expression: "They won't take action yet."
The men in black looked at each other in confusion, but looking at the sword on Sylvide's neck, they could only follow his words and drop the weapons in their hands one by one.
As soon as they disarmed, men from Jefflett's Redcoats came up from behind and used swords and firearms to force them to the side, forcing them to kneel on the ground with their heads in their hands. The men in black gritted their teeth, but Sylvester didn't say a word, so they could only act accordingly.
After everyone was disarmed, the leader with the sword on Sylvide's neck raised his chin and signaled the members of the Blood Oath around him to carry the opponent's suitcase over.
The man looked at Sylvester with a bit of lust. He was even in a trance for a moment. He actually stood in front of her and stopped, but was scolded by the former: "Why are you so stupid? Have you never seen a woman? Be careful, don't Get close to her!"
Probably because he felt a little sorry for losing face, the man picked up his suitcase and kicked the corpse of the rat man on the ground angrily, before returning to the former. Sylvide squinted at the other party's action, but said nothing.
"Open the suitcase and take out the things." The former said.
The man did as he was told, but was dumbfounded. He rummaged around in the suitcase for a while, but found nothing. In his eagerness, he tore open the lining of the suitcase, but it was still empty. He raised his head anxiously and shouted, "There's nothing in there."
"How is that possible?" The former was slightly startled.
"Really," the man opened the box and poured out everything inside. It was just some bits and pieces of women's clothing, mirrors and cosmetics, as well as some trivial items. But other than these things, the suitcase It's empty inside.
The former then raised his head and his voice became colder: "Miss Sylvide, it seems that you have made up your mind that we don't dare to attack you?"
Sylvide smiled slightly: "I don't think so at all. In fact, you can do it."
But before she could finish her words, she couldn't help but groan. It turned out that the man tightened his grip on his hand, and the sword blade left a bloody mark on her snow-white neck.
At the same time, the man took a step forward, reached for her hair, and knocked her down to the ground. Sylvide was caught off guard and screamed in pain, but the man seemed to have no intention of showing mercy and stepped on her. Looking at the wound on her shoulder, Sylvester gritted her teeth and let out a low groan, and tears fell out of her eyes.
Upon seeing this, the men in black roared and struggled to stand up, trying to resist, but after a gunshot, someone fell into a pool of blood.
"Don't move!" Sylvester endured the pain and shouted softly.
The man didn't look away, looked at her coldly, and then asked: "Be sensible, Miss Sylvide, I don't want to be rough with you, hand over the things."
Sylvide was silent for a moment, her face already stained with blood. She carefully tightened the objects in her hands and underneath her body, and replied softly: "Then you have to let me get up."
But the man obviously didn't believe her.
He shook his head: "I know very well that you can't do anything wrong, Miss Sylvide. I can let you get up, but I have to teach you a lesson." After that, he raised his hand and slashed at the other side of the noble girl with a sword. hand.
But with this sword, he killed an entire person.
He seemed to hear an exclamation.
Then a bright sword blade came into his sight. The sword was slender and gorgeous, as if it was forged from a whole piece of cold steel. The discernible surface could even reflect his somewhat frightened eyes.
The blade slowly moved forward, crossing with his sword.
He subconsciously withdrew his hand, but in a flash of cold light, he felt that his hand was empty. To be precise, it was not that his hand was empty, but that the entire right forearm was broken at the elbow. The break was smooth and flat, and it seemed that blood vessels could still be felt vaguely. Slowly closing, countless blood beads are seeping out, and then merge into a blood spring.
He screamed and stepped back, watching helplessly as his severed hand flew far away and rolled to the ground. Then a second sword blade appeared in the void, and he finally realized what it was - invisibility.
But what appeared in front of him was clearly a light and elegant construct.
He tried his best to back away, his poor imagination still thinking about what kind of construct had the ability to be invisible, but a huge fist was already reflected in his field of vision.
"Get out of my way!"
Fang Yu roared angrily and punched the man on the nose. The flying fist sprayed from close range knocked the man away with his twisted face, and hit the wall not far away before bouncing back. Fall back to the ground.
Sylvide, who was lying on the ground, was slightly startled. At that moment, she thought she was hallucinating.
But suddenly, she felt her body light up, and someone had already pulled her up from the ground - with such great strength that there was no sense of mercy. The noble girl couldn't help coughing violently, but she couldn't help showing a look of relaxation on her face, even a little surprised.
"Miss Sylvide, you owe me an explanation."
Fang Yu's angry voice came from above.
Sylvide felt someone turn her around, and then she saw the somewhat innocent face.
Childish and immature.
But at least it's firm and reassuring.
She smiled weakly: "What do you want to hear, Captain...?"
"There are many things, but you have gone too far this time, Miss Sylvide."
Fang Plover replied with a dark face.
He used his hand to guide them, and two powerful angels stood next to them, one behind the other.
There was a roar of magic gun, but before the flames and projectiles could get closer, they were blocked by an invisible force field shield.
Sylvester closed her eyes slightly in his arms and whispered:
"OK."
"My Lord Captain——"
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