Mechanical and flesh-and-blood beasts rose into the air at the same time and pounced on the girl's frail figure. Marissa sobbed and closed her eyes in despair.
However, in the midst of the lightning and flint, with a sound of teeth rubbing against metal, the demon hound pounced on the machine cat in the air, biting it and passing over the girl's head.
——For creatures like magic hounds, 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 owner's cubs is also deeply ingrained in their genes;
At this time, on one side was the frightened and crying little girl, and on the other side was the creaking machine creation with its blade head spinning. Its mind thought for a moment and finally made a choice.
Although the soothing magic no longer works, it does seem annoyed at being controlled by magic. But from the beginning, it didn't actually see the little girl who was feeding him snacks and happily stroking her fur as a threat.
The demon hound roared angrily, pounced on the machine cat and bit it tightly, and the two beasts fell into the depths of the secret room together.
When Marissa heard the noise, she raised her head and stared blankly at the fighting cat and dog.
Without the protection of the waterproof outer skin, the machine cat's parts were corroded by the corrosive saliva of the hound, and its functions were further reduced. The leaked magic power kept flashing with electric sparks; but the blade on its head could still rotate at high speed, cutting off the magic power in one go. A large piece of flesh and several tusks in a hound's mouth. The latter screamed, let go of his mouth, jumped to the side, then became even more furious, roared, and pounced on him again.
Taking this opportunity, Marissa quickly got up and ran away quickly. Halfway through, she turned around, took one last look at the bloody demon hound, and said from the bottom of her heart, "Thank you, dog!"
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"What's going on? Is anyone having a bank party here?"
Serena, who finally got rid of Ernest's entanglement, walked quickly to the center of the yard; her nun's uniform was not buttoned up, and her deep career line was exposed on her chest, and the makeup she had just put on her face was half-spent.
Ever since she returned to the bedroom, the mayor, who was high on the magic powder, hugged her, pressed her down on the bed, and started chewing her. This greasy man like a pig made her remaining physical organs feel disgusted from the bottom of her heart. If this man was not still useful to her father's plan, she would have chopped him into mincemeat and fed it to the dogs.
When she heard the movement in the yard, Serena's first reaction was that there was an accident in the laboratory. After all, this kind of thing happens all the time in a laboratory full of forbidden magic products. But I immediately thought that as the war intensified, all the staff in the secret room had been ordered to withdraw to the Northern Knights to assist my father in refitting the sanctified armor. There should be no second person here;
Could it be an intruder? She shook her head in denial again. Generally speaking, not to mention the killing machines all over the backyard, just with those two beasts, it is impossible for outsiders to invade without triggering the alarm.
After using sleeping powder to put the pig man into a coma, Serena left the bedroom, went to the backyard, and walked to the pool. At a glance, he saw that the entrance to the secret passage was open, and thick smoke was billowing from it. She was still surprised when she saw the scarred demon hound limping up the stairs, holding a machine cat whose shape could no longer be distinguished in its mouth;
Ten thousand foul words flew through Serena's mind, and she held her forehead in annoyance, "Stupid beast! I've told you many times, that's my familiar cat, not an intruder! It's true!"
She was almost sure that the fight between her mechanical cat and the demon hound caused this situation; ever since she raised these two beasts, they have been fighting every day. In the end, the black cat was bitten to death as expected, so she had to use its fur to make a mechanical familiar and put it in the studio as a guard. The hound stayed in the corridor on the other side, and the cat and dog did not see each other, so they could live in peace.
Serena strode towards the entrance of the secret room. The blood-stained Demon Hound stared blankly at its owner. Her mouth loosened, and the blood-stained remains of the machine cat were thrown to the ground. The severed limbs were still twitching and squirming. In the previous fight, although the Demon Hound finally won, he was also seriously injured; both eyes were cut by the blade, and half of his nose was rotated off.
Watching Serena's back going down the stairs, it sniffed the air vigorously with its incomplete nose, a strange light flashed in its cloudy eyes, and followed silently.
Serena complained as she walked down the stairs, wondering what the hell the cat and the dog had gotten into this time. She was a little confused; the Demon Hound's den was in a far away corridor. Logically speaking, based on the animal's habits, it would not leave its territory without an order. Why do you come to the underground secret room now and fight like this with the familiar cat?
After turning on the lighting crystal in the secret room, she was shocked by the sight she saw; the entire studio was in a mess, with various items thrown all over the floor. Everything that could be seen was in a mess, none of the cabinets and bookshelves were intact, and all kinds of machine tools and runes were emitting black smoke. More importantly, the disguised dummies used to control Montenegro County were all activated for some reason and were stumbling around like zombies.
Serena stayed there for a long time before saying, "You two beasts, how on earth did you do this? Do you want to be skinned and cramped and cut into parts!"
After kicking over a puppet that was following the magic power towards her, Serena quickly walked to the console and twisted the crystal of the signal blocking circle. In an instant, the puppets fell limp like puppets with their strings cut off, and the secret room suddenly became quiet.
However, there were still a few that exceeded the range of the shielding force field and walked out along the steps. Serena thought that the problem was not big, so she would clean it up later, and went around to check the damage to various equipment. Suddenly, she found some subtle traces and stopped;
A few lines of tiny footprints appeared on the ground, and there were a few fingerprints on the edge of the table that had not been wiped off. The burnt smell in the air is not only the magic short circuit, but also the smell of a little explosive runes.
His purple pupils rolled around, and he understood something about it in his heart, "It looks like there is really a mouse in the house..."
Serena began to search everywhere carefully. The mechanical parts in her pupils were rotating like a high-power detector. No tiny thing or trace of magic could escape her sight;
Soon, more anomalies were found: pry marks on the safe, exposure powder for imaging crystal photography, disordered file locations, and stolen seals and letters.
On the ground near the entrance are scattered some pink crystal fragments. The weak magic left on it proved that it was once a fragment of a soothing orb. Spiritual magic and its casting materials are the strictest contraband, and it is impossible for ordinary people to obtain it. However, this orb is actually carved and enchanted with very cheap ordinary crystal, to the point where it is almost usable;
Traces of explosives were also found, not far away. A corner of the unburnt detonating talisman was revealed among the charred ashes. Serena leaned down, picked it up and observed carefully. This kind of rune was produced by the mage tower manufacturer on the Golden Coast and was used for mining in mines. The original was as big as a tabletop. It has obviously been modified to a considerable extent, reducing its size and power, but greatly increasing its maneuverability.
Serena thought about it, using low-level materials to create high-level magic tools that were not refined in craftsmanship but could be used was a typical practice of the red-masked rebels outside the city. And to put it further, this route of transforming magic tools into civilians was originally pioneered by the Defias Brotherhood. How could she not know this?
Could it be that a rebel spy sneaked in? But how did the other party do it? Apart from Ernest, no one else came to the church these days.
While Serena was thinking hard, behind her, the demon hound quietly came up. The beast lowered its body and silently approached its master's back step by step like it was approaching prey.
