A bright sword light suddenly appeared in the darkness. With a sound, the leader of the Bein knight watched in great shock as the scimitar in his hand flew out of his hand and flew backwards in a circle.
He stood there with empty hands, looking at the platinum swordsman who appeared out of thin air, as if he still couldn't believe that he would be disarmed by the sword that was shot midway.
The other three knights also arrived at this moment.
And Angel Platinum's blade foot gently tapped the ground and drew an arc forward. The magic field generated by the Guy Generator caused the floating dust on the ground to create a clearly visible vortex.
The three angels turned around and faced the knights who came behind.
At this time, Fang Yu supported the wall with his hands and stood up with difficulty. But there was no trace of despair in his heart, and his eyes were full of high fighting spirit, because a battle was inevitable anyway, so it was better to just give it a try. I have grown a lot from Idus to here, and I need a big battle to prove it.
The knights also stopped suddenly, as if they understood the hidden meaning - and the dexterity and swordsmanship displayed by the swordsman, who looked like a human but not a human, obviously made them a little afraid.
They had recognized it as the flexible construct of the Combat Craftsman - a variant of the Sword Bearer. But the face of the young man in front of him is unbelievably young. There are already three constructs here. Where did those guys catch such a person from? Count Nurman looked back at the middle-aged mystic at this time. There was something wrong with the latter's expression - Albany didn't tell them this when he brought them here.
"It seems that the power of the Eye of Revealing has improved greatly over the years."
The middle-aged mystic's face turned blue and white, and he understood that the other party was making fun of him. After all, it is impossible for such a genius to be unknown in the Craftsmen's Guild. He said in a low voice: "We didn't originally plan to do anything to these people."
"You can't do anything now. On the contrary, they took away your airship," Numan replied flatly. "Let's think about how to deal with the aftermath now."
The latter obviously looked like a gambler who had lost his mind. He said with hatred in his eyes: "Anyway, let's arrest this person first——"
Nuerman chuckled. "Then don't let me go this time."
"Mr. Governor, now is not the time to gossip."
The middle-aged mystic has a dark face.
But Nuerman didn't mind. Instead, he said to himself: "The person Her Royal Highness the Princess found is not simple."
The middle-aged mystic was startled, and then his expression gradually became serious. Just as the other party said - such a genius would not come to Istania for no reason. Although the locals are proud of the silver sand and sea, they will not deceive themselves. Istania is a border land compared to Kaolin-Ithurion.
If they are not indigenous people or have special reasons, who would come here for no reason?
In this case, Her Royal Highness the Princess' preparation for this matter seemed to be much more thorough and thorough than they imagined.
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Of course Fang Yu didn't know at this time, but the two people not far away had completely misunderstood, thinking that they were talented strangers specially invited by Princess Rupert from Corin-Ithulian.
He only estimated that the waiting of those Bein knights had reached the limit and they were already ready to take action, because four against three, the opponent still had an advantage. What's more, he himself couldn't wait any longer. Time was a fleeting opportunity for him. The Bein knights on the rooftop in the distance realized that they could not catch up with the Daoud and began to turn back.
With a loud roar, the knights grasped their scimitars in both hands.
At that moment, Fang Plover also drew his left hand behind him, summoning the siren configuration.
besides? Numan raised his eyebrows slightly, and the knights were also surprised. But the arrow had to be fired when it was on the string. They immediately leaned forward, grasped the scimitar with both hands, and launched an attack with a low roar. Fang Pliance pointed his left hand backward and his right hand forward, and the three powerful angels responded at the same time and stopped him.
The knight who had lost his sword was also not to be outdone and rushed forward with his bare hands. Seeing this, Fang Pliance's thoughts moved slightly, and he sent out a powerful angel to stop the latter. However, the remaining capable angels, in a two-on-three situation, could only retreat step by step. As the sword lights intertwined, several obvious sword marks soon appeared on their bodies.
Although the defense line can still hold up for a while, the durability of the Angel Angel on the system panel has been steadily declining, and the function of the damaged body will further decline. If he doesn't think of something, the domino effect is just around the corner.
The knights were obviously aware of this.
They exchanged a look with each other, and their hands cooperated more tacitly, hoping to break through Fang Plover's defense as quickly as possible.
But they obviously didn't understand that the young man in front of them actually still had a lot of spare time. When he was on Fenris Island, controlling three powerful angels was Fang Plover's limit, and he even needed to use Miss Tata's abilities. But from that time to now, his computing power has more than tripled. Currently, the computing power required by the three Engen Angels, which is more than 100, only takes up a small part of the total computing power for him.
Even if you add the Kraken configuration, it's only halfway through. And more than half of the computing power requirements are really not a burden for professional craftsmen.
What's more, he also has Miss Dragon Soul - two.
Tata was not visible at the moment, and Nini, who was invisible, was holding a pair of cheeks in her hands, sitting on Papa's shoulders, looking at the scene in front of her with a little boredom - of course she didn't take any action.
With her ability as 'Papa', it is not impossible for her to fight one-on-one against four. Although she doesn't quite understand why 'Papa' is so stubborn, in the eyes of the little girl, there is a self-evident truth in this world - As long as it's 'Papa's' decision, it must be the right one. And Sister Tata hasn’t spoken yet, so she’s not in a hurry.
Fang Plover was actually luring the enemy deeper, and he was also able to spare some time to pay attention to the movements of Count Nuerman and the middle-aged mystic. And when he saw the middle-aged mystic finally unable to restrain himself and raising the magic wand in his hand again, he knew in his heart that his chance had come.
He suddenly raised his right hand high——
Like stars in the darkness, displayed in the sky.
Arrays of light appeared on the corridor one by one, and silver spindle shapes slowly emerged from them.
Since he has not fully grasped the characteristics of this new structure, the computing power requirement after compression is still as high as half, twenty points. At this moment, he has more than 160 computing power left, and can control eight more.
The knight who saw this scene was shocked and subconsciously put away his sword and retreated. Three sword-wielding men, plus the weird structure at the back that has never played any role, there are already four controls here - and this is not the fancy multi-control that the world has for clockwork fairies - but the real deal. The same level of construction.
But the other party actually still had some energy left: And what is this?
When Count Nurman saw these silver 'wasps', an uneasy thought flashed through his mind. He drew his sword out of its sheath for the first time and took a step forward - Fang Plover could see clearly that the opponent's sword was hidden in the cane. It was long and narrow and sharp, shining with snow light in the darkness, like a poisonous snake's letter.
Numan put down his sword and stopped in front of the middle-aged mystic.
At this moment, before the knights could react, Fang Plover pointed forward through the powerful angel, and the silver swarm whizzed past their heads, pointing directly at the middle-aged mystic.
This is the opportunity he was waiting for:
If he really wants to escape, these four Bein Knights may not be able to stop him. But the real potential danger is Count Numan behind him and the middle-aged mystic next to him. Especially for the latter, he suffered a hidden loss due to the opponent's anchoring spell before. Every time you take a pit, you gain wisdom. Of course, Fang Plover will not fall twice in the same pit.
The middle-aged mystic finally changed his expression at this time.
He saw that the knights were always entangled with Fang Plover and maintained their advantage. Besides, in a three-on-one situation, how could it be impossible for the opponent to be the opponent of the three knights when the opponent was so young? At this age, the four-control system is already beyond the imagination of ordinary people. Even if Fang Plover admits that he only used half of his computing power (less than half including Tata), I'm afraid they won't believe it.
Under such circumstances, he began to chant spells with confidence and boldness. But if you are halfway through chanting this spell, you naturally cannot stop it easily, otherwise the ether will backfire, which is equivalent to using the spell originally used to deal with the enemy on yourself.
Seeing the silver light flying closer and closer, the middle-aged mystic's scalp almost exploded.
He didn't even know for a moment whether to worry about his own safety or why the other party could control so many constructs?
"Calm down," Count Nuerman said solemnly. "It's just a clockwork fairy. Don't let the other party disrupt your thinking."
Unfortunately, being calm does not necessarily mean being right.
As soon as he finished speaking, the truth hit him in the face. The silver clockwork fairy stopped in the air and a flash of fire flashed out.
Fortunately, the earl reacted quickly and stretched out his sword to block. There was a loud noise and sparks flew across. He felt the blade of the sword tremble, and the bullet hit it and deflected in the other direction.
Then huge gunshots rang out one after another, echoing in the corridor. Three 'Wasp-I's were hanging in the air, spitting out tongues of fire, and bullets were pouring towards Numan and the middle-aged mystic like a sudden rain.
Although the former still doesn't understand why the clockwork goblin can attack, he still has doubts in his heart, and the movements of his hands are not slow at all.
I saw that the rapier in the hands of the Governor was dancing like a screen, which was able to block most of the bullets fired at him and the mystic behind him. When he couldn't stop it, he had no choice but to pull the latter back to let the bullets go. It hit the floor, drawing out a long line of fire.
However, Numan immediately realized that something was wrong. Although blocking this round of attacks did not make him feel too strenuous, the rapier in his hand was obviously not suitable for such an occasion. If he blocked a few more rounds, he would probably To break from it. And when he looked up, his heart sank - except for the three silver spindle-shaped clockwork fairies in the front, the remaining five were spreading out to the left and right.
When they come roaring in and attack from both sides, what will they do to stop them?
Not only was he hesitant, but the Bein knights in front were also in a dilemma when they saw this scene. For a moment, they didn't know whether they should turn back for help. The hesitation in his heart was naturally reflected in his hands, and the attack stagnated.
The governor's thoughts changed rapidly, and he immediately realized that it was impossible to have both. He immediately made a decision and suddenly shouted: "Don't worry about this, catch him."
At the same time, he simply gave up on the middle-aged mystic behind him and stepped forward, revealing the frightened latter behind him. A bullet immediately passed over Numan and washed over the mystic's shield. The mana shock caused by it caused the latter's spell to come to an abrupt end.
His mouth opened wide.
Then there was a scream.
Fang Yu felt slightly reassured when he saw the middle-aged mystic fell to the ground. He had long known that the real masters were Nurman and this middle-aged mystic, and as soon as Nurman took action, he confirmed this. This Lord Governor was indeed extraordinary, and his swordsmanship was far superior to that of the Bein knights. , but the level doesn't seem to be high enough for him to look up to, it seems to be about level 25.
The level of the middle-aged mystic should be about the same, but compared to the swordsman, the mystic is obviously a much greater threat in battle. Solving the latter would eliminate a major enemy for him.
It's just that the Governor took action a little late, and had not yet reached the location of the four Bein Knights. The latter's previous offensive had stalled, so there was no need to talk about breaking through the Angel Angel's defense for the time being. This moment was obviously what he was looking for, the only chance to escape from here.
Fang Plover took back his hand, and several familiar structures of the alchemy circle flashed through his mind:
"Element identification, material separation, structural reshaping, and changing properties."
His right hand, wearing a reinforced glove, drew a rough shape forward, and right behind him, layers of silver magic circles appeared on top of the Kraken structure, joining each other and slowly overlapping each other.
If the mystic is still there, he will definitely easily interrupt his control over the ether - compared to his understanding of the ether theory, the magician is not worthy of carrying the craftsman's shoes; but in terms of control over the ether, even the fighting craftsman cannot catch up. The former - it's just that at this moment, the other party is obviously no longer capable of doing this.
But also at this moment.
A thousand years after the disappearance of the Numerin elves, here, in the fortress of the Bein people, the ancient elven alchemy reappeared.
The knights are still moving forward, but time seems to have stopped. As if following Fang Plover's gesture, the surrounding solid stone walls slowly changed their shape, turning into quicksand, gathering towards the center. This sudden change shocked everyone present. The knights were shocked and subconsciously pulled back.
The look on Numan'er's face was frightened and angry, as if he had realized something, and he roared: "Don't retreat, charge forward."
But how can we rush through, there are angels blocking the way ahead——
And everything happened so fast. Before Numan could even finish saying a word, he watched as the quicksand gathered around him, forming a solid wall in an instant, isolating the two sides from inside and outside. As soon as he stopped, the four knights stopped in front of the wall. Everyone was stunned and looked at each other.
What kind of sorcery is this?
Is this also called alchemy?
The other side of the wall.
Fang Plover was standing silently in front of this wall, with countless light paths in his mind going hand in hand, connecting countless stars together to form a magnificent star map. But when the last few light points were connected to this star map, all the alchemical structure points dimmed together, as if they had regained their material form.
He opened his eyes and swayed a little.
The Kraken construct's demand for magic power was exactly the same as before, it was still massive. He had never tried to use it for such a large-scale refinement before, and it almost drained his own magic power.
But fortunately, the calculation was correct, and there was no situation where the magic power was exhausted but the wall was not sealed yet.
Fang Yu glanced at his empty mana pool, then removed the empty magic crystals on it with his backhand, and then replaced them with a new pair. Following the lessons he learned in Idos last time, he now carries twice as many magic storage crystals as the average.
Although this takes up extra weight, judging from the 'food capacity' of the current Kraken configuration, this is still not enough.
He rubbed his dizzy forehead. The dizziness was caused by excessive use of mental power. But there is no need to panic. This is not the first time he has used ancient alchemy. He knows that this symptom will disappear soon.
Then Fang Yu raised his head and looked at the wall in front of him - a heavy, metallic luster flashed across the wall, like cast iron.
But this is not a matter of turning stone into gold.
Instead, he used the materials of the angels that were sealed in the wall, and formed a layer of metal armor on the wall in a short time. In this way, it is impossible for a character of more than 20 levels to do so in a short time. Have you broken through this wall within time?
It's just that we lost three more Angels. We promised to take good care of our flexible structures from now on. Why is it like this all of a sudden?
Fang Yu was so heartbroken that he couldn't breathe.
He glanced at the wall one last time, then turned and left, but he still didn't take off his goggles because he had to retract the 'Wasp-I' on the other side. The Angel of Power has already lost money. If these 'Wasp-I's can't stop the loss, he will really die in this place. And the profession of combat craftsman is a bit too miserable, isn't it?
As he walked, he also took out several fire giants from under his coat.
Although the Governor is temporarily sealed on the other side, it does not mean that he is safe. Fang Yu was actually very sober in his heart - the battle tonight had just begun. He wants to fight his way through the siege from here, all the way out of the castle, until he finally passes through the atrium and outer areas and escapes from this place.
There are countless troubles waiting for him.
They encountered so many battles when they came into this place, and they were afraid they would have to fight twice as hard when they went out.
And right now, the only one he can rely on is himself——
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Below the tower, a group of mystics were looking up at the huge black shadow in mid-air, slowly passing over their heads.
Looking at this scene, everyone had some unspeakable meaning in their hearts - it was their airship after all, but at this moment they actually wanted to blow it up with their own hands. In fact, even for the 'Eye of Revealing', an airship of this level is an expensive luxury. It is actually a gift from the King of Sand. Otherwise, it would be difficult for the mystics to afford such a thing with their financial resources alone. A huge ship.
However, compared to the value of the airship itself, the things above are obviously more important. In comparison, this is the only solution.
Long before those 'gangsters' asked to board the ship, they had already stalled for time and made all comprehensive arrangements on the Daoud. Now is the time to put all this to use.
"The Daoud has taken off!"
The wind and sand are getting bigger and bigger, and the howling wind seems to drown everything between heaven and earth, making human voices even more unclear.
However, the group of mystics gathered under the tower could clearly see what their colleagues meant from the gestures waved by them in the distance. After all, the airship is in the sky at this moment, and everyone can see it. In fact, they already understand this without the other party coming down to convey the news.
As for the other party's insistence on running down the tower to inform them, everyone could only understand that the other party was too free. No one doubted it. When everyone saw this scene, they immediately walked towards the bottom of the tower - in the temporarily cleared hall there, there was a huge crystal standing in the center of the hall.
Several mystics were surrounding the crystal and looking at the people walking in from the outside.
"The Daoud is airborne."
The person who walked in repeated it to everyone inside.
The most senior mystic standing next to the crystal was slightly startled, and immediately asked: "Where are the knights of the Bein people?"
"They can no longer catch up."
"Then we implement the plan?"
"Activate the self-destruct crystal. Things on the Daoud must not escape." The visitor nodded.
And just when the mystic was about to turn around and give orders to his colleagues surrounding the crystal, at this moment, an exclamation suddenly came from far outside the hall:
"etc."
The sound came from far away. When everyone looked back, they found a man at the door pointing in the direction of the tower and shouting: "Someone is coming down. He seems to have something to do." And in that direction, a mystic was hurriedly He rushed in from the tower, rolled and climbed, and then rushed into the sandstorm with all his strength.
The other party ran over with some difficulty and climbed up the stairs outside the hall. The gatekeeper outside immediately rushed over and helped him up. But the former didn't have time to rest, so he raised his head and shouted to them out of breath: "Stop, stop for a moment."
Everyone in the hall was slightly startled.
"What's going on?" the leading mystic asked immediately.
The person who came down from the tower opened his mouth wide, took a deep breath, and then stammered: "A-Afifah is up there."
"What!?"
There was a sudden silence in the hall.
Everyone looked at each other in confusion for a moment, and within a moment, buzzing discussions began:
"How did Miss Afifah get on board the Daoud?"
"What are the people up there doing?"
"Didn't Amon-Ra say they have other plans?"
Everyone was talking, but only the leading occultist glanced at his colleagues, a little caught off guard, and couldn't help but ask: "What should we do now?"
The latter also looked embarrassed and remained silent for a long time before replying: "Just do what you say... After all... Your Highness is more important."
After the two of them finished speaking, they couldn't help but fell silent.
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