The rest were cornered on the side of the lift, their eyes fixed on the dark red sword. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 The trivial sound of "sneering" reached everyone's ears at this time, wisps of steam floated vertically, and the man looked at the few remaining people in front of him with a smile, expressing his admiration for their survival.

The range of the sword just now covered almost half of the elevator, and there were only a few dead ends. None of the people who can stand to warn him at this moment have survived by luck.

"Pneumatic weapons?" said Francory, with a mockery in them. The Empire's control of this weapon is stricter than that of dragon surgery, and it can only be found in some of the most powerful forces and regular armies, except for large amounts of money in the black market.

Knowing that the party in the Black Castle was held by the Imperial Mineral Source Company and the Three Primary Colors Group, the enemy still dared to attack this place without hesitation. Moreover, the number of aerial bombs called is also a number that is impossible to see in ordinary times. Supplemented by the weapon in the hand of the man in front of him, as well as the outfit he had seen before, Francri already had a rough idea of the identity of the enemy in his heart, and he only needed one more confirmation to get the final answer.

"Yes, pneumatic 、、、 weapon!" the man said as the smile he had been wearing disappeared from his face. He grasped the hilt of his sword with both hands, and his body half-crouched down, and it was a horizontal slash at the few remaining people in front of him.

The reddish phantom swept towards their chests, and Francory, Delya, and the others crouched or jumped, their bodies completely shrunk into a ball, avoiding the deadly attack. The steel plate of the elevator behind them was slashed by the long sword, as if cutting through flowing water, there was no obstacle, and the speed of the long sword could not even slow down a little, and a large crack appeared.

Seeing a few people dodging, the man immediately withdrew his sword and slashed at Franri in front of him again.

Francri's leaping body quickly stretched out in the air. He slammed his feet into the elevator behind him, dodging the man's slash for a short time, and slammed his fists at him.

The man's body flicked to the side, and Francri's attack missed, hitting the steel plate of the elevator behind him. The man swung another sword at the same time, and Perricon, who had just landed in the air, had time to buffer the huge force on his body, and without the strength to dodge this sword, he was cut diagonally by the man from the chest, and his body was separated, and he died here.

At the same time, there were two loud "bang" noises behind the man, and Franry's fist knocked two dents into the steel plate, leaving two obvious fist marks on it.

The dark red sword shadow followed the man's turn again, sliding out of a semicircle in the elevator, and then swinging towards Franri's head.

"Bell!"

The faint shadow of the sword was fixed on the side of Francri's head in the next moment. At the same time, a shocked look appeared on the man's face instantly, and his cross pupils also shrank at this time.

The sword stopped in mid-air, and it was held back by Francri's palm. The air immediately filled the air with an unpleasant smell of burnt flesh, and there was a blackened sword mark on Franri's palm, and a line of snow-white hand bones could be seen in depth. The heat of the pneumatic weapon burned the flesh on his hands, and the tissues next to him were completely necrotic under the high temperature transmitted in a short period of time.

Taking advantage of the man's momentary surprise, Francri had already thrown a punch into his chest. The man's vest bulged, the ribs on his chest were all broken, and some bones pierced his skin and the fabric of the gown, exposing from the back and stained with blood.

The man took a weak step back, a look of disbelief in his eyes, and then collapsed to the blood-stained floor.

The pneumatic longsword landed straight into the lift, making a hole in the floor, leaving only the hilt out.

Francri's face was ugly, it was not easy to block the sword just now, his hand was twitching slightly, the pain caused by this sword was not only the slash, but also the burning of the flesh from the high temperature. He stepped forward and picked up the pneumatic sword, his face was hideous, and the elevator slowed down at this moment and reached the bottom. The only remaining Delja and the other man were clinging to the corner of the lift, looking at Francis tensely. Sila acted as if nothing had happened, her dress stained with bright red blood, and her delicate heels stained with blood. She stood behind Francis with a cold face, but her eyes were full of energy.

The protective door slowly opened, and Francis didn't even look at the dead Perricone. The pain in his hand was still there, and he was angry in his heart, and kicked at the body of the man who was already dead.

The corpse flew out of the middle of the half-open protective door, and did not fall to the ground as hard as everyone expected. A man stood not far from the elevator, and it was he who reached out and grabbed the man's warm body from behind and placed it firmly on the ground.

It was an old man with gray hair, a snow-white evening dress stained with blood, a bright and dazzling red. The old man's face was very energetic, and the smile on his face was still so amiable, standing there like a winding mountain, with the power of piercing the sky. When the protective door was completely opened, the feeling of oppression came with a bang, like a wave crashing against Francis and his group.

"I knew there was going to be a problem, but a few other people just didn't believe me, and it really didn't make sense to them. The old man shook his head and sighed, "Did you say so? ”

"Sure enough, it's your Holy Emperor Hall. Franry raised the pneumatic sword in his hand and squeezed the words out of his clenched teeth.

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Kasia shook off the wet dirt from her body, and then took off the gentle tablecloth that was wrapped around her body. He and Lina jumped into the crater that the huge force of the steam blasted out in an instant, dodging the bombardment of the aerial bombs that fell from above. Protected by the cushioning of a tablecloth, they were not harmed by the high temperatures. After less than ten seconds in the steam, the moisture soaked their clothes and destroyed all the makeup on their faces, even though Cassia and Lena were still wrapped in a thick tablecloth.

After a few hard strokes of the wet tablecloth, Kasia wiped off the various colors of makeup that had been mixed up on her face. When he found Linna on the other side based on the strength of his physical senses, she was doing the same thing.

"What an unexpected attack that disrupted our plans. Lina threw away the used tablecloth and smiled bitterly, "I hope Sira can survive that bombardment up there." She didn't have much confidence in her heart, and since the tribe was wiped out and they became slaves, there had been few opportunities for the two of them to see each other. What kind of state and appearance Cira is now, Lina has no bottom in her heart.

"Don't worry, Sila has always been by Franri's side, and you have to believe that Franri won't die so easily. Kasia looked at the large square, which had returned to calm beneath the ground. The Black Fort above is now in ruins, but the building below the Black Fort is still intact except for the damage caused by the steam pipes, and there is nothing wrong with the bombardment from above. I have to admire the mastery and attainment of the Imperial Mining Company in construction.

"Let's go, go down first. Kasia said to Lina, "Then go to the lift." Francis was so close to the stage that they wanted to dodge the bombardment, get into the elevator, and then move under the ground. (To be continued.) )