It's raining?
The soldier patrolling the guard subconsciously touched his cheek with his hand, then let go, his fingertips turning red.
It was as if there was a long tug in the world of thought, everything in sight seemed to be moving slowly, crowds being knocked away, screams of horror, curses, crowds pushing and giving in to each other.
The man in the windbreaker pulled out his sword, but a sword light penetrated his back first, and a severed arm was raised high. He let out a scream like a wild beast, and warm liquid poured down all over the sky, as if there was a catastrophe. Rain of blood. A figure knocked it away, and the soldier realized that his thoughts were abnormal. He subconsciously reached out to draw his sword, but he missed it.
He felt a chill in his heart and turned around to look. The young man in black robe was standing on his side, holding his sword in his hand, looking at him coldly with his remaining eye. The other party gently let go of his hand, and the sword with the imperial emblem fell from the air.
He was confused and subconsciously reached out to pick it up. But a cold light flashed from his eyes, and then the world spun around and his vision went dark. The soldier's limp body flew backwards, hit the wall, and then turned into dots of white light and disappeared in the long alley.
The crowd was in chaos.
The people behind wanted to react, but they saw that everyone in front was avoiding him. The pointed wizard hat had separated the crowd and appeared in his field of vision. The man was shocked when he saw a ball of black flames falling from the sky, and the wizard suddenly appeared in front of him like a rain of blood.
Box raised his head, and under the black mask, his eyes flashed with an extremely crazy light.
The man wanted to react, but was unable to move due to the crazy look in his eyes. The magic sword Gwendes was laughing loudly in the spiritual world.
"Shut up," said the box.
Then his heart was as silent as water, he put his hand on the long sword and stepped forward.
From left to right, a long and narrow sword light cut through the night.
The head flew high.
Consciousness sneaks in and is captured by the mind.
The ability of the psychic system is like the narrow beam of a sword that goes astray. Once it enters the crowd, it causes the patrol guards soldiers who were caught off guard to suffer a big loss. The man in the trench coat misjudged the box's ability at first, thinking that the opponent's sword was a trick to confuse them.
He cursed loudly and tried to close his eyes to avoid the mind-stealing spell.
But the moment I saw the sword coming out of the box from the corner of my vision, I realized how wrong I was. I was shocked and wanted to react, but the moment the sword was drawn was just a little bit different, the result was completely different.
The box will not talk to them about being upright. Walking in the darkness is the killer's original intention. Deceiving and luring the enemy is only a means, and killing is the goal. His first target was the man in a trench coat who missed his mind-stealing spell, showing that mind-stealing is a dual tactic, one is an honest attack, and the other is deception in the shadows.
There are no rules to tactics.
Just seek the essence of victory.
This is something he learned while listening to the rain.
As expected, the man was hit, and his sword-holding arm was cut off as soon as he reacted a little slowly.
The box did not get entangled with the opponent. He immediately knocked the opponent away as soon as he hit it. Like a wolf entering a flock of sheep, he rushed into the rear of the patrolling guard soldiers who were in chaos due to being hit by a psychic spell. He took advantage of the opponent's distraction and killed four people in a row.
Originally, the man in the trench coat and his ten men were killed, three were killed and two were injured as soon as he took action, leaving only half of them, and the 100% combat strength of the survivors was reduced to 70% by this shock. Aiyinbrock has not been in war for a long time, and the city's security is good, and these soldiers patrolling the guards are used to taking things easy, so have they seen this battle?
The Chosen Ones are people who regard the adventurous life as eating and drinking.
And the Seven Seas Brigade is the Chosen One among the Chosen Ones.
Most of the soldiers patrolling the guard were between level 12 and level 3. The man in the trench coat was probably from the peripheral team of the Death Advent Guild, and was at least level 17 or 18. Originally, the box required a small price to pay for one against ten young men, but it became much easier after this.
He waved his sword gently, and the silver light of the blood sword flashed in the long alley, and an arc of blood dropped to the ground. Then he raised his head and looked at the remaining people.
Silence fell.
Of the ten people, three fell to the ground, one had a broken hand, and another was leaning against the corner, breathing less and less, looking like he was about to die. Among the remaining people, no one dared to look at him or make a sound.
"Split up and run to find someone!" The man in the windbreaker pressed his broken arm, almost fainting from the pain, but he still tried his best to shout to the others. With all the manpower available, he still had the heart to fight with the opponent, but he lost half of his strength in one confrontation. Apart from feeling numb in his scalp, he just felt regretful.
If I hadn't made a mistake in my judgment...
But the intelligence did not say that the other party had such a swordsman, no, a magic swordsman. But how can a magic swordsman have such a costume?
The man in the trench coat looked at the box, wearing a magic robe and a wizard hat, and almost fainted.
damn it!
Box turned his head sideways and glanced at him - even though the other person's face was clearly covered with a dark mask and nothing could be seen. The wizard boy raised his hand, a ghost-like short staff appeared in his palm, pointed in this direction, and uttered the incantation phrase:
"Eatt'n!"
not good!
The man in the trench coat was shocked and turned around subconsciously to run away. But an electric spark bloomed from the magic furnace behind him, causing him to scream in agony. "Magic dismantling!" The man in the trench coat cursed in his heart. He had been fooled again. He shouldn't have turned around and exposed the magic furnace.
But the regret lasted only a moment.
A rock gun emerged out of thin air, and was guided by the box and penetrated his throat directly from behind. The man's body flew out and was nailed to the wall on one side. Then, little white lights appeared under the armor, like scattered fireflies. Disappeared into the alley.
"Who asked you to speak?"
Box said while looking at the corpse angrily.
He turned around and saw that the soldiers patrolling the guard had fled in all directions, not even caring about his injured comrades. Box silently glanced at the unfortunate guy who was about to expire, thought for a moment, and walked past him.
He put away his sword. After all, he might not be able to kill all the fleeing soldiers if he chased them, so it was better not to waste time. Besides, the resurrected person will come out of Ori's temple sooner or later, so why should he do some meaningless things.
He walked up to Laila and looked at the frightened girl. He didn't know what to say for a moment. He thought for a moment before asking, "Can I still leave?"
Laila's face was stained with blood, and she stared at him blankly without realizing it.
She imagined how Britta would rescue her, but never imagined that she would be saved in this way. For an ordinary student like her, that was a bit too... beyond imagination.
Fortunately, she lost her glasses and couldn't see the battle too clearly, otherwise she would have fainted from shock by now.
"You...you, you," Laila looked at the box in shock, her tongue tangled, "...you killed them?"
What am I asking?
Laila regretted it as soon as she asked. Isn't this obvious, and it's not like she doesn't know the young man in front of her. He came to rescue her. How could she question it as soon as she opened her mouth?
But the box didn't mind, and simply regarded it as a question: "They still have Xinghui."
He said.
Laila felt that her mind was in a mess and she stammered and changed her words: "Are you here to save me?"
"It's us." Box instinctively pulled a few more people into the water. "We all know what happened to you, and you were implicated by us. That's why the leader just sent me a letter. All of us are here for you. "
As he spoke, he glanced down at his communication crystal. Fang Yu immediately asked him to attack to rescue Laila, but at that time he was killing the second patrol guard soldier and had no time to reply.
Of course, the box won't talk about these things. He had already corrected the order in which he completed this matter in his mind. It made sense that Fang Pliance sent him the message first, and then he found these people and had such a battle.
He is making up stories.
But there was an indescribable feeling in Laila's heart. When she heard the words 'All of us are here for you', she seemed to be hit. She never imagined that a group of people she had never met would do this for strangers.
The girl bit her lip, the grievance in her heart almost burst out at once, and her tears fell down. She seemed to have never experienced such a feeling since she was born, but the girl hurriedly wiped her tears with the back of her hand to make herself look stronger.
But the complicated thing in her heart is, are these people right to do this? Laila looked at the corpses that had not completely disappeared on the ground, feeling confused for a moment. Of course she understood what it meant to kill the patrolling guard soldiers, but she didn't understand what the future would hold.
She was born in this country and never thought about the consequences of being an enemy of the empire.
But she must not betray these people.
The girl was still immersed in the previous emotion, and she was shocked to even have such a thought in her heart, "Laila, they are your benefactors." The girl said to herself in her heart.
She bit her lip, feeling a little determined in her heart.
Of course, Xiangxiang couldn't notice how determined Laila was and what kind of decision she made. In his opinion, this matter was nothing more than that, and the group leader had already approved it, so there could still be problems? He just took some time to think of an excuse and why he was here at this time.
He glanced back at the disappearing body and said, "Let's go, leave this place first."
Laila was clenching her fists and fighting between gods and humans. She only reacted when she heard these words and hurriedly caught up with her, "...Are you, the Master Sorcerer?"
"So be it."
"Really?"
But the box didn't answer again.
He suddenly stopped, raised his head, and felt his cheeks were slightly wet.
The young man subconsciously stretched out his hand, and there was a glimmer of light on his fingertips, and then more raindrops fell on his palm, and they disappeared in an instant.
His dark eyes stared silently at the night sky, where a trace of rain stars was falling from the sky.
It's raining.
That seemed to be the first rain since they arrived in Ayinbrok.
Faint thunder was breaking through the clouds.
Summer is here.
…
Alarm bells are ringing at Patrol Guard headquarters.
Searchlights were lit up everywhere in the city of Ayinbrock, and beams of light pierced into the night sky. Passers-by passing by the gate of the patrol guard were looking at this scene with some surprise. As time went by in Ayinbrock, people almost all I had almost forgotten that this was a fortress city.
The patrolling guard soldiers on duty looked at the lit crystals at the feet of the Holy Statue of Ori. They were so shocked that they almost jumped up from their posts and rushed out while crawling on the ground. As they rushed out, they shouted: "Emergency! Emergency situations!"
In the hall of the headquarters.
A few defeated soldiers were knocking open the door, causing everyone in the hall to stop and look in this direction. The few surviving patrol guards looked pale and shivered as if they had seen a ghost. They looked at their colleagues in the crowded hall and swallowed, not knowing how to speak for a moment.
The guard captain on duty stood up and looked at these people. He realized what had happened and frowned. Then he remembered what these people were going to do, and asked again: "Where are the people who died?"
There was silence.
There was no answer.
The guard captain frowned again and repeated: "Where is the person who has died in the guild?"
Still no answer.
But the latter already understood what happened. He glanced at these people one by one and said, "Let everyone gather and wait for arrangements. As for you, come with me and go see the Duke."
He waved his hand and led several people upstairs.
The entire patrol guard headquarters is beginning to mobilize——
In the office on the second floor, a young man with blond hair was waiting for them. When he saw the captain of the guard leading a group of people through the door, he asked, "What, is it done?" However, the other party raised his eyes and glanced at everyone, Seeing the mournful expressions on their faces, I suddenly understood something.
He walked towards the table and put his hand on the communication crystal there. A ray of silver light penetrated into the crystal, and the young man's eyes were also filled with silver light. It's just that his back is turned to everyone, so that others can't notice it.
He turned his head slightly and then asked: "Did the target take the bait?"
The guard captain nodded.
"I expected so," the young man chuckled, as if talking to them, but also to himself, "They are such people, tricky, but easy to guess."
But he put his hand on the crystal, and after a moment, a deep voice suddenly came from the crystal, "I don't care about this, but Ash Lynn's manuscript is the most important part of the plan and must not be left behind." It's in the hands of others. We finally confirmed that the manuscript is still in the empire, and you should be able to understand the cost."
"Of course," the young man replied, "don't worry, I will be careful enough. The last plan was not completely unsuccessful, it just had the effect of confusing the other party, didn't it? And for the transformation of the crystal network, now we are transmitting into it Things aren’t so easy to find anymore.”
"That's good," the voice replied.
"Those people in Mobius have been monitoring the crystal network for many years. It's ridiculous to think they can hide it from us." The young man chuckled, "Okay, now is the next step. The Kaolin people will definitely resist. Yes, please don’t hold back.”
"snort."
A cold hum came from the crystal.
The young man watched silently as the silver color of the crystal in his hand gradually faded and finally returned to its original form.
He waited for a while, then turned back to look at the guard captain and his group who were standing blankly at the door, and said, "Your Excellency, the Duke will give you a chance to make up for your mistakes and intercept them. It doesn't matter if you don't catch them. Go and surround the gears and grimoires, they will definitely go back there."
"Don't let them out of town."
The captain of the guard was startled for a moment, then he came back to his senses and secretly screamed, how could he be distracted in front of that adult? He just thought carefully about what had just happened, but his mind went blank and he couldn't remember anything.
But he didn't dare to ask any more questions. He nodded hurriedly, turned around and looked at his men who were also in a daze, and couldn't help but give them a kick. "Why are you dazed? Come with me, Ayin Block Patrol Team." My face has been completely shamed by you!"
Only then did everyone react, quickly agreed, and followed out in a panic.
The young man watched everyone leave behind them, with a thoughtful look in his eyes.
…
Mobilization is underway at Patrol Guard Headquarters.
And the raindrops falling in the night sky are beginning to become denser. They first make the dry ground wet, then hit the dust and stone flakes, filling the air with mist, and finally raise the water droplets and gather into a big raindrop. Streams large and small.
From the eaves and pipes, the rain gurgled from light to heavy, gradually shrouding the Clover Plain in a foggy world.
In the alleys extending in all directions in Aiyin Block, a series of footsteps were passing through the rain alley, causing splashes of water.
The box held Laila's hand and looked back while walking through the long alley. Bundles of searchlight lights were penetrating the rain curtain and piercing the sky. The rail system delivers to all parts of the city.
Over the airport, airships were departing one after another, and then projecting circular beams of light downwards. Amidst the lines of rain in the sky, the lights were searching the alleys along the dark downtown area.
In the darkness, an occasional light flashed over the two of them, but the box pushed Laila to one side, and then moved to the other side. The two of them hid under the eaves, barely avoiding the search from the patrolling guards in the airship.
"I...I can't run anymore, M-Mr. Sorcerer..." Laila's face turned pale and she said out of breath. She has never hated her identity as a college student so deeply. It would be better if she could exercise more on weekdays.
She looked at the young man in front of her, "Mr. Sorcerer, aren't you tired?"
Box glanced at her and shook his head, "It's okay."
He stretched out his hand, muttered a spell in a low voice, and then touched Laila's body, "This is light magic. Magicians should use their magic reasonably to help realize the power of their imagination. No one stipulates that magicians A scholar cannot become a killer."
Laila felt a lightness on her body, and it seemed that even her fatigue had disappeared a lot.
But she thought in her heart that the other party was obviously a swordsman, but he insisted on saying that he was a killer and had the skills of a magician. She has never seen such a weird person, even the name has such... personality. People say that the Chosen People are weird people.
But this was something she experienced firsthand.
There were too many doubts in her heart at the same time, and even her fear faded a lot.
Laila couldn't help but look at the box. A look of exhaustion flashed across the young man's face. Although he had a tough talk, the continuous fighting and use of spells obviously took a heavy toll on his body. Most of the energy stored in the magic crystal in his magic furnace has been used up, and it is almost transparent.
However, he did not go to the communication crystal to ask when support would arrive. They would arrive when they would. He always believed in his teammates.
"Mr. Magician..."
"Let's go."
Box fiddled with the brim of his hat, letting the collected rainwater hang down from it, and replied calmly.
But when the two of them were about to move forward, suddenly there was a flash of fire in the distance. He subconsciously stretched out his hand to protect Laila behind him. The magic shield of the magic furnace in front of him opened automatically, but the light blue halo cracked like a spider web. The buckshot that penetrated the shield grazed his arm.
There was a glimmer of blood in the rain all over the sky.
"Mr. Sorcerer!"
Laila cried out.
But Xiang didn't have time to reply to her. He pulled out a four-eye handgun from behind and fired four shots in that direction with one hand. As the fire splashed, there were waves of exclamations from the other side, "He still has a gun!" "
The other end of the alley was in a panic. According to the intelligence, the other party was a swordsman who could cast spells like a magic swordsman, like a magic swordsman. However, his abilities were not consistent with those of a magic swordsman. The other party claimed to be a killer. It was also Nightingale's weird attack method.
But the intelligence didn't say that the other party actually had a weapon. The box's four shots in a row clearly hit the person at this distance. The other person was in a state of chaos and at the same time he was cursing in his heart. What kind of messed up ability is this? Is this talking about martial ethics?
However, after firing the gun from the box, he threw the gun away. This was really his way of suppressing the bottom of the box. In fact, it had no power, it was just used to scare people. On weekdays, when I fight side by side with everyone, I don't need to do this.
After looking at this side, he looked to the other side of the alley. The other party had captured his exact position at some point, and a shadowy figure also appeared on the other side of the alley. But it's not the patrolling guard, it's the elector.
As soon as Xiang Xiang saw the shirt on the opponent, he realized that it was the person who had come to the guild.
It's not easy to deal with now.
He took a deep breath, said nothing, and only raised the sword in his hand again.
Two black shadows emerged from that direction, one on each side of the alley, and then leaped high in the light of the rain. It was Shadow Dancer. Box's eyes moved slightly, and he touched his sight lightly with his hand, and a silver light appeared in his eyes.
But after casting this spell, his expression became even more shaken. He looked up and saw that behind the two nightingales, the gunsmiths of the Death Advent Guild were lining up. They were wearing long cloaks and even their magic guns were covered with tarpaulins. They squatted down and raised their guns.
Rows of black muzzles pointed in this direction.
The footsteps of the patrolling guard behind him were approaching.
Box's heart skipped a beat, and he raised his hand to pull Laila behind him, and then pulled hard on the crystal on the magic furnace behind him. A beam of lightning spread upwards along his arm, and the magic furnace entered overload amid the bright sparks. state.
He threw the magic sword behind him with his other hand and turned it into a beam of silver light as Gwendes cursed and shot towards a group of patrolling guard soldiers. There was a cry of exclamation from the other side, and the soldiers fled away.
The box didn't even look in that direction. He retracted his hand, and a short staff appeared in the rain like a ghost.
He opened his mouth, and silent spells gathered at the edge of the dark robe. An invisible shield had separated the rain curtain, causing the rain to splash on it.
"put!"
Death Comes There was a shout from the guild.
The gunmen pulled the triggers one after another, and in the darkness, patches of fire bloomed under the continuous rain. As Laila screamed, sparks immediately burst out from the shield in front of the box. The first round of shooting was as steady as a rock, and layers of cracks appeared on the shield in the second round.
And when the third round of shooting came, Box was ready to fight to the death.
But it was at this moment that his eyes moved.
Under the wizard's collar, a glimmer of light appeared on the communication crystal.
"do not move--"
A line of text quietly appeared in his field of vision.
A loud bang followed.
A wall in front of the box burst open, and a silver figure burst in from behind.
At that moment, the female knight suddenly stopped, turned around, raised her hand, and a shield appeared in her hand. She thrust hard into the ground from top to bottom, and a silver light lit up, forming a barrier.
Countless sparks bloomed on the silver light wall, dotted with stars, extending to the left and right sides.
The next moment, the water-colored raindrops drooped down, and the silver light curtain suddenly disappeared, leaving only a Papalar female knight holding an ax and a halberd in one hand and a large shield in the other, standing in front of everyone.
There are silver iris flowers on the large shield, and rainwater flows down every ancient proverb on it.
'Honour to my sword. '
'The training of knights means to protect justice. '
The little lady maintained a fighting posture and was looking at everyone with bright eyes.
"May," she said in a clear voice, "here."
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