The senior officials of the "legal federal government" of the State of Emergency Committee are naturally not blind, but they must be glad that the so-called family must be neat and if a class goes on the road together, everyone will still have such a common language and will not be too lonely on the road. As for the true number one boss of the aristocratic sect who is dying on the spiral fortress, Master Goldvillembart himself, he is lucky and unfortunate. Fortunately, at least he did not see the corpses of his "fellow generations" and no longer have to bear the blow of ordinary white and black hair. Unfortunately, although he suffered fatal trauma, he did not die immediately for a while. He could only watch Ovilia desperately and helplessly, taking over the keys of the Ark of Cangtian.

The heroes and ancient puppets who had lost their mental commands stopped moving and stopped in place, and did not attack Russell and his group again.

"Why?" He was so angry that he was so angry that the corners of his mouth moved, making an enemy sound that was almost whispering.

"...So, you never understood me." Ovilia Dandy Lane looked down at Gold and sighed: "But to be honest, Gold, I am still a little grateful for your words."

The incident on the platform caused the two retainers to be uproar for a while. Not only Veranbat, but also Dandy Lane's family were confused on the spot. It was obvious that they were also kept in the dark by their old empress dowager.

On such a high-intensity battlefield, such a shake is short-lived, but it is extremely fatal.

As someone was stunned, the heavy axe gun in Leathfield's hand keenly crossed the intersection of the shield walls like a spirit snake, and passed the magic protection formed by the alchemy armor. It smeared one of the people's throat, then pulled it with a hook and sickle kickback, and pierced the spine from the back of another warrior's neck.

The two lost their lives in the blink of an eye, so the front-row formation composed of armored warriors suddenly collapsed. However, Leathfield took a step back, took the axe and gun in his hand, followed by a scarlet storm. The warriors present could not recognize it. This was actually from the champion knights' array-breaking gun technique, and they were believed to have lost their inheritance for nearly a thousand years. However, what they could be sure of was that the Dance of Steel formed by the tip of the gun was far more deadly than the Storm.

However, even knowing this is meaningless. The storm of steel tore the opponent's arms apart, tear their flesh and blood into the air, and smeared a ray of blood in the strong wind of the sword. This is the origin of the naming of "Scarlet Storm".

Six elite warriors were fatally injured in an instant, and their bodies were still incomplete when they fell to the ground. The scene was terrible.

At the same moment, the Southnes woman disguised as a boxer didn't know when she passed through the crowd and appeared in front of the archers behind. She used a stance jump, which was the method of a "righteous" high-level caster, but it was more suitable to be with the fighters.

But she bent over and slammed a high-high with space shock, and a roar sounded in the air, and seven or eight people were shattered on the spot.

The master was about to die, and the other master was even more crazy. Now he had lost his troops when he met. Even the elite soldiers could not stand it. Everyone immediately let out a loud roar, "awaaaah!", and one of them tore a scroll into the air, and a large ball of purple-red smoke suddenly burst out of thin air.

This is not an ordinary smoke technique used to disguise the eyes, but a real poisonous fog technique. Even a supernatural caster like Nefer who disguises himself as a boxer, it will take several seconds to deal with it. She spread her eyes and sucked away all the poisonous fog. When she finally regained her sight, she found that the people had already made a quick decision and scattered into birds and beasts.

These people are really elite, and they have rich experience in all aspects. Unlike those ordinary soldiers who were scared by the defeat, they still knew that they had fled in groups of three or five, with clear goals and clear routes.

A team of three people ran to the right side of the hall, probably seeing the side door there. A team of three people went around the high platform behind and ran to the corridor in the distance. Although they didn't know where the place led, their intuition told them that it was better than staying here. A team of three people rushed to a row of gorgeous floor-to-ceiling windows on the left side of the hall, where the huge balcony with open air outside, as well as the night sky and stars outside, the group of people who could not fly, but this choice was really hard to say was wrong.

As for the last five people, they made crazy shouts and rushed towards Russel. The look of fearlessness of life and death and rushing forward for their comrades to bravely cut off their backs and die for their comrades. Even Leathfield and Neffel were stunned for a moment. However, when the soldiers really rushed to Russel, the two of them suddenly took out a scroll and tear them apart and slapped them on the ground.

Surprisingly, the first one was actually the powerful light technique. To put it bluntly, it was to use extremely strong halos to blind people's eyes, but at most it could deal with miscellaneous soldiers. Of course, they did not expect such a trick to deal with a great magician like Russell, but the second scroll could really do the best.

That is the "shadow replacement technique", which is the "shadow-changing technique" as the saying goes. To put it bluntly, it is a spell that instantly exchanges the end of the shadow with the body.

The flash of the strong light technique completely lengthened the shadows of the warriors in an instant, crossing the position where Russell was, and the shape-changing shadow instantly transmitted their bodies behind the other party. A group of warriors who had no spell casting ability at first glance actually created a stance jump effect with two ordinary magic scrolls. Obviously, they must have played this trick many times, otherwise they would not have been so skilled.

It must be admitted that at least during the escape, this group of people did show outstanding imagination and action.

"What a pity..." Russell sighed, but ignored these people and walked towards the place where Olivia was on the high platform.

And in this hall, the changes occur simultaneously in several directions.

The woman in Yaozhi, wearing tight scales and a pitch-black robe, appeared on the edge of the corridor. She flipped the snake-shaped short sword in her hand and the black fire spurted out turned the three people in front of her into ashes.

The female knight wearing gorgeous Oakland Knight Armor and a big sword with both hands stood at the side door at some point, waved her heads soared into the sky.

The red giant nearly sixty meters long pounced on the dragon wings that spread more than a hundred meters suddenly landed from the air and hovered outside the balcony. It did not spray the deadly dragon breath, and a charming fire flashed through its vertical pupils. The three people who had already rushed to the floor-to-ceiling window were smashed and died without any injuries. Then, the huge red dragon transformed into a burly man in a prime armor. He landed lightly on the balcony, pushed open the floor-to-ceiling window and entered the door.

It was like a salamander that had been enlarged ten times the size, and dozens of octopus-for-sale monsters appeared on the main entrance where everyone came. It opened its tentacles, like a spider opening a net, blocking all the way. Each tentacle was like a steel whip, like a sharp blade, and easily strangled all the five people who were scared to death.

The already silent heroes and puppets in the hall turned around automatically and saluted at the octopus-lizard-like monster at the same time.

"Hurry up and put away your stupid appearance, Chardoldan! This is the spiral fortress. The defenders here fought several life-and-death battles with our predecessors, and were born to reject or even hate us. Do you want to be killed by them on the spot?" The person who spoke was an ordinary middle-aged man on the platform. He was like a gust of smoke, and he didn't know why he appeared there.

The octopus lizard, who was called "Chardordan", slap in anger, and then turned into a very handsome, even a little unreal young man, but his temperament was a bit feminine and artificial. To put it bluntly, it was the legendary disgusting handsomeness.

"Not delicious." Chadordan looked at the corpse beside him and said dissatisfiedly: "There are three stinky men who are particularly hindering my taste. The remaining two women are quite beautiful, but unfortunately they are all bad guys who have played with them. Sure enough, in this world, it is only him who is worthy of my taste... [ ]"

"Shut up, Chardoldan, please be sure to shut up!" The middle-aged man interrupted the other party with annoyance, and then said to Mrs. Ovilia beside him: "I'm afraid this is the first time we have met. Dear Mrs. Dandelion, my name is Belkier..."

"Well, I heard of you, exactly the same as I heard of." Mrs. Ovilia smiled and raised the staff of wisdom and authority in her hand, as if you would better stay away from me.

Berkill wanted to ask "What did you hear" but considering that the other party would not say anything good, he smiled awkwardly and said to Russell: "We follow the call of the future lady and will completely obey your orders. However, as a gentleman now, you are actually qualified to order us, and there is no need to do anything extra."

"I'm just named, I don't know why the respected future lady will treat me as a member of the organization and the highest leadership. In fact, you and I are not along the way, and I have never been." Russell stepped onto the platform, walked past Belkill, and naturally reached out to Mrs. Ovilia, and ended up with the wisdom and authority handed over to the other party.

"The future is eternal, but the past and present are constantly changing." Berkill said with a smile.

Russell Clement did not comment. With a light wave of the "staff" in his hand, a huge light curtain suddenly popped up in front of him, covered with various complex heraldic patterns. His hand skillfully swept over it, and more light curtains jumped out, and paragraphs made of gorgeous hieroglyphs flashed on it. Although it was not long, just looking at it would have a solemn and epic feeling.

"Giant language, dragon language, emmm, and ancient elves language."

"After all, they were the fortress leadership at that time, so it was normal to use these languages ​​as a spell."

"You all recognize this! I'm far from it. Now I'll have to write a sonnet in Auckland to take my life."

"...But, are those really magic spells?"

"how?"

"Well, this is like something more logical but boring, which is very similar to the documents I often have to deal with, but it doesn't sound that interesting."

The above whispers happened to four (at least on the outside) members of a vicious villain group of beautiful young women. They were Miss Bertina, a dragon-born vampire with five mouths, and the Oakland second-five-boy grandfather Theresa Vandraxley, who felt like he would have no head at any time, the chief political secretary of Master Russell, Miss Nefir, a spellcaster disguised as a boxer, and Miss Leathy, a newlywed wife of the former chief political secretary of Master Russell, who is now the director of federal shipping affairs. It sounds like the composition of this personnel is really complicated, and it feels like they have nothing in common except gender.

However, isn’t this the way to be like a villain behind the evil?

In addition, as long as the ladies get together, they can become good friends who can talk about everything at a speed that makes the man dumbfounded. Although they really don’t know whether they are the plastic sisterly relationship on the surface.

Of course, the lady subconsciously got a long distance from the disgusting and handsome slutty bitch, and the legendary red dragon Elyas who was in a rough and wild style.

This is also normal. When there are much more ladies in a social situation than men, the latter is often the ones that are excluded.

Russell Clement ignored the ladies' whispers, and his eyes quickly swept across the text on the light curtain, saw a light curtain, and then pulled it away to replace it with another one.

The girls guessed that these dragon texts and ancient elf texts are not high-end and mysterious ancient spells, but the status information of this Ark of Heaven... To put it bluntly, it is equivalent to the attribute value of the game.

How about it, it sounds like a lot of low immediately, right?

Of course, we all know that the more real the game attributes, the more complicated the data. In such a large super floating fortress, the data to be checked is not a problem of one or two lines. Even with Russell's ability, it will take some time to finish the inspection.

In addition, we should not think that there is anything wrong with using a large amount of data to indicate the state in this particularly tall and high-level fortress. You should know that the Ark of Cangtian was designed and manufactured by the Titans, and this is a group of races that have already become the stars and the seas. The masters who are soaring in space do not need particularly scientific data. Do you still have to use magic to be so unscientific?

Of course, the style of painting is indeed a bit out of the way.

So, Goldvillembat, who had not yet died, looked at the scene of this drama and felt that if he died like this, he would have a little bit of ambition, so he said, "Ha... Ruthel, you actually cooperate with the Lords of the Abyss... Do you dare to blame us on the ground of justice?"

"The righteousness is not right or wrong, but only the result. Isn't this your style all the time?" Russell said without looking back.

"…So, you pretended to be dead for so long, just for it? If I don't start, you won't have any chance."

"You know, senior. We have known each other for a lifetime. You may not know me, but I must know you. That's why I asked Ovilia to hand over the principles of the guiding furnace and the early design drawings to you."

"Ovilia, why are you..."

"Gold, I seem to have spent too long in your world that I have forgotten my birth! I am a civilian, and what I hate the most is that you pretend to behave and are about to die. Can't you just be a little bit?" Speaking of this, Mrs. Ovilia, who has been elegant all her life, or, in other words, has never regarded Mrs. Dandy Lane as her honor, stepped forward in a hurry, and then stomped Gold's throat with one foot.

This is probably Ovilia's true character. She was radiant, as if she had suddenly put down all the burdens and had instantly become twenty years younger.

Goldville Batt, the head of the Violet Vilanbat family and the head of the aristocratic sect, finally ended his life in a way that he had no idea. He died naturally very indecently.

"How is it?" Ovilia asked Russell.

"Most of the functions are missing. Without the infinite energy provided by Esios, the most powerful war function cannot be fully used. Of course, it is possible to replace it with a large guide furnace, but it only takes time. Moreover, there is no strong reserve of guidance technology as the Northern Industry and the Future Chamber of Commerce."

"There is no way to do this. After all, they are the inventors and have been developed for a long time than us." Ovilia comforted.

“…No, because their leaders know better how to manage an organization of this type than we add up.”

Berkill heard the sound of his eyebrows behind him, looking like he was indifferent to me.

You are so proud! It's so disgusting! The girl behind her lip silencedly and took a few steps back. Of course, they admitted frankly that it was not that they disliked the other person's personality and taste, but their appearance.

"The space locking and permanent self-disciplined dimensional anchor system lack energy and cannot be activated. However, the shield function is not affected, and it can be opened to 30%. The magic tower in the city can be activated by one quarter, or can form a little protective firepower. The puppets and heroes in the city can only use less than five thousand, and can maintain the defense of all important nodes in the castle. In addition, its most powerful weapon, the three Titan bows called Shenmiao, are only one of them is intact, and they cannot exert all their power." Russell showed a regretful expression.

"…How powerful is it that the so-called inability to exert all power?"

"Probably, one shot can level Elichar."

The scene suddenly became silent, and even Belkier couldn't help but raise his eyebrows and whistle.

"I remember that our boss was hit three times before, and he was still alive and full of vitality. He is really worthy of being the Lord of the Lava Sea." Chadordan laughed softly.

"So your boss has been soaking in the lava sea for thousands of years." Elyas sneered.

"Yes, it's because of the lava sea that he's too lively."

The dragon and the demon just laughed. Both sides actually smiled a little embarrassedly, but if they didn't laugh at this time, they didn't know how to digest the information just now.

"In such an era, this is enough. Russell, we, we succeeded, right?" Ovilia's face turned red, but her voice became quiet.

"Also, one step away..." Russell was about to say this, but his face suddenly changed. He quickly operated on the light curtain with one hand, his five fingers were dazzling. A few minutes later, he sighed helplessly, looked at the light curtain that suddenly popped up, and there was a hint of bitter smile on his face and a hint of admiration.
Chapter completed!