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O'Sullivan's right hand thin sword locked down, pressing the elf's scimitar slashed diagonally, he twisted his backhand, swinging away the opponent's defense, making him open the middle door, and then took a step forward, and the short knife that slipped out of the cuff of his left hand wiped the neck of the elf warrior, and the lightning was shining.

Still not very easy. O'Sullivan frowned as he looked at the scratches on the shoulders of the beautifully constructed half-length chain mail that had been picked by the blade.

Although he knew that Yatu had no good intentions in sending him out to fight with the elves under a very good situation, he still felt a little happy and satisfied when he finally returned to the battlefield he was most familiar with and best at.

If Atlas is in hand, it will be even more perfect. O'Sullivan gracefully dodged a cold arrow, and the teleportation stone that the mage gave him before setting off allowed him to return to the construction tower at any time, as long as he wanted - but O'Sullivan hadn't had enough of it.

The elven druids have extinguished the raging fire caused by the dead light. Pagu angrily threw rocks at the tower, which was soaring into the clouds, but the flying stone the size of the table slammed into the invisible barrier around the tower and bounced off easily, but it didn't work.

Joelis kicked away the fist of a steel constructed samurai, plunging his sword into the gap between its shoulder blades, and unleashing the razor-sharp blade of the "Sharp Blade" to sever the mechanical joints inside the structure, disrupting half of his body's mobility. She was a little strange that the tower, after a brief demonstration of its near-unstoppable power, seemed to do nothing, except to send some soldiers and constructed warriors to fight the elves, not even a single mage.

But out of an abundance of caution, Joelis stopped the Treants from joining the warband, and ordered the elves not to approach the metal thorn forest that spread around the tower—who knows if Argus's tower still has the strength to continue that devastating attack?

O'Sullivan seemed to be strolling leisurely in the battlefield, and he was also careful to stay away from those strange construction pinnacles, judging from the previous attacks, the white light net would not distinguish between friend and foe, if he accidentally hit it, it would be enough.

The samurai in costume had a heavy body, and he would attack whoever attacked him. These iron toys did not even have to take the step of descending from the top of the tower along the pipe supporting the tower, but jumped directly from the tower and smashed the ground into craters - without fear of being broken.

They are unafraid of the elves' cold arrows, and they are no slouch for hand-to-hand combat with the earth elementals and animal allies summoned by the elven druids, and only a few spells such as "Fossil to Mud" and "Rusty Hand" can cause them some trouble.

That female elf is very nice. He couldn't help but admire as Joelis struck down a constructed warrior with precision and neatness, depriving it of its mobility—to play with her?

A burst arrow interrupted his steps. It wasn't like an ordinary magic arrow, but rather something like a constructed weapon, and the spinning arrow went straight into the head of a constructed warrior not far from him, blasting the entire steel skull to pieces.

The headless samurai still hadn't fallen, but it was already scurrying like headless flies. He waved his arms wildly, and actually rushed towards O'Sullivan - there was no way, O'Sullivan was short, and the cold light passed, and the legs of the constructed body were already like heads, and the body was goodbye forever.

He looked up and looked for where the arrows were coming from.

A black elf stepped out of the void, its red eyes like torches. She held a strangely shaped steel longbow with jagged jagged blades on its ridge and a faint cold glow on the bowstring, which looked like a very thin steel wire, and she couldn't imagine how to pull it apart.

A constructed samurai lunged at her, punching her hard. The black elf had no intention of dodging at all, and took its iron fist with only one hand, an act that not even a brown bear might have done. In the midst of the staggered figures, the elves had ghostly circled behind the constructed samurai. O'Sullivan saw that the thread-like bowstring had unknowingly wrapped the samurai in a strong way, and kept tightening - the sound of tooth-aching friction sounded, and just when O'Sullivan was worried about whether the bowstring would be broken, the steel samurai was torn apart.

In the next instant, the longbow was already on the black elf's back. She walked towards O'Sullivan with an inky aura of death.

"Hello, beauty. "O'Sullivan's swords are staggered, and he is ready to fight.

"They're coming!" shouted Dagulas, clapping her hands.

Is he really here?, Morriel, looking at the ghostly black figures, frowned imperceptibly.

"Leave them alone!Let O'Sullivan's little ghost deal with it!" Yatu seemed to be ready, and was ready to fight: "Search for that strange construct!"

Said Cao Cao, Cao Cao arrived.

"Due West!" Morrill shouted first. She couldn't hide it even if she wanted to, because Forty-Seven vibrated its giant wings and rushed straight towards it like a steel giant eagle.

And the reason why Forty-Seven did not open the way with the routine construction of artillery was that he had been tinkering for a long time, and found that he could not come up with the polymerized heavy cannon that he had "invented" the day before yesterday -- and in his frustration, he did not even bother to use the small ones.

There was an earth-shattering bang. Forty-seven slammed into the tower's enhanced force field shield, as if a hundred mages were performing roaring spells at the same time. He flew upside down, the force of the recoil causing him to lose his balance and fall to the ground, but in just a few moments, he was already flying parallel to the construction tower, and he was menacing.

The control platform in front of Yatu and the others was full of electric flashes.

"A single collision almost overloads the tower's shields...... Okay!good!" Attu said two good words, and there was a faint flash of thunder in his eyes: "Let you see the true strength of Argus!"

Sonorous syllables spit out of Yatu's mouth like thunder and lightning. The sound wave even forced everyone else in the room to cover their ears or cast protective spells to fend off the unbearable sound.

Numerous holes in the tower spew out a large number of silvery-white balls at the same time. Forty-seven reached out and grabbed one, squeezed it hard, and found that the silver balls were very hard, but they were light and seemed to have no weight. He threw it away, and it fluttered into the air along with the other silver balls.

What is this? Forty-seven circled around the tower, and was thinking about how to break the protection of this thing.

The wind and clouds change color.

Forty-seven felt the air flow around him go wild. A sudden storm formed around the construction tower, and in an instant, forty-seven were swept into the stormy waves of the sky.

A thunderbolt that pierced the sky. The thunder that fell from the void hit the spire of the construction tower, causing the entire construction tower to burst into intense light as if it had melted. A huge amount of electric light flowed down the tower and into the earth, causing the metal spires on the periphery of the tower to light up at the same time.

The earth elementals or wind elementals summoned by the elven druids were all gone in an instant—not annihilated, but the elemental power that could sustain them was gone.

Looking up, the sky was suddenly covered with thunderclouds. White electric fires snaked through the tumbling air masses and storms, causing deafening thunderclaps on impact.

Another pillar of light appeared between the heavens and the earth, which was a discharge between the silver ball in the clouds in the high altitude and the sharp pillars on the ground. Heaven and earth are extreme, and within the scope of Yatu's spells, the elemental balance of the main material realm has been extremely distorted, and the sky, earth, wind, clouds, and qiē all carry the power of thunder and lightning.

"Look how you deal with it, Tin Boy-" Yatu smirked: "Yatu's floating thunder array!"

It's getting dark, but the hours of light are becoming more and more frequent. From time to time, the thunderclouds gathered by the construction tower reacted with the ground, and the thunder and lightning ignited the earth, lit up the sky, and even burned the air with a slight smell.

Forty-seven kept his balance, and for the first time marveled at the strength of the Argus.

Even if he had been easily killed by the bastard old man of Argus once, Forty-Seven had never thought it was a big deal - he had seen the array of high-energy particles launched from a battleship of the Destroyer, he had seen the thermonuclear bombardment that covered the entire planet in a mushroom cloud, and on the eve of his last battle, he had even heard on the intranet that the Coalition Government had begun to develop a super-gravitational weapon that could quickly extinguish a large star into a neutron star!

Regardless of the uncontrollable and self-destructive tendencies of human beings, Forty-Seven has inexplicably fallen here from a mechanical civilization that has almost developed to the extreme, and in addition to appreciating and admiring the wonders of nature as always, he actually has some superiority - he thinks more than once that it is not difficult for him to sweep the whole world if he is a fully armed entity, of course, if there is enough energy and ammunition.

But the magic thunder array at this moment completely changed Forty-Seven's mind. Forty-seven can be sure that without special degaussing equipment, any aggressive combat mecha will be irreversibly damaged in an electric field of this strength - how can these primitives gather such an extreme power of nature?!

With a crackling sound all over his body and an electric fire running through his body, Forty-Seven was once again satisfied that his body had no delicate components or integrated circuits. He leaned closer, flashing his black greatsword and looking at the construction tower, which was slightly distorted by the shielding of the force field shield.

Morriel watched as he looked at the scourge outside the Construct Tower—no less than when the Flame Monarch of Hell came!

Dagulas frowned imperceptibly.

Yatu didn't look at the other people's looks. He stood proudly in the control room, surrounded by the rolling thunder he had attracted, and at this moment he seemed to be a thunder god standing in the clouds: "Come on!

It was like a large barrel of explosives that was overstuffed, and it was ignited the moment the forty-seven giant sword slashed at the shield.

Lightning and thunder began to roar in the area covered by the pinnacles on the ground and the silver balls in the sky, and hundreds of lightning flashes at the same time formed a huge cylindrical minefield, and the intense light that erupted seemed to bring the edge of the forest that had just fallen back to the day, each silver ball, or each pinnacle continuously released two or three or even more lightning bolts against the other pole on the opposite side, this kind of thunderstorm that can be made in the mage's real yàn room is huge and placed in nature, and it can really give people a feeling of destruction for a while。

O'Sullivan's brief encounter with Filgas was interrupted by an overwhelming lightning strike, and O'Sullivan cursed the mages who didn't care about his own life and death, but also secretly rejoiced that Filgas's near-invisible attack had torn through half of his chain mail, and he didn't dare to guarantee that she would cut his neck if he fought a little longer. If Atlas were still their own...... O'Sullivan ran to the open area without looking back, he didn't want to get too close to the trees shrouded in thunder and lightning and be affected by the pond fish.

In fact, the warring men and elves of the forest were shocked by this spectacle of destruction. "Thunder Summoning" is considered the basic natural spell that every druid will have, but they never imagined that human power could wield the power of thunder to such an extent - the Night Elves did not know that the person inside the tower was considered the most powerful Yatu in the Argus Mage Council, but this unparalleled power was enough to make them stunned. Not frightened by the rainstorm of thunder and lightning are only those stupid and stupid constructed warriors, their task is to attack all living elves, then they will attack all living elves, in addition to whether it is a volcanic eruption or a flood is not their business, and because of this, thunder and lightning especially favor them can not run, the steel body of the mobile machine, after a web of lightning that seems to come intentionally, there is no longer a constructed warrior who can stand, either blown into a pile of scrap metal by the explosive electric light or planted on the ground with green smoke and pulling limbs indiscriminately but unable to stand up, I really don't know how much amazing energy is hidden in this thunder and lightning。

Since it's just that what is affected by Yu Wei is so bad...... What about Forty-Seven, who was in the center of the lightning storm, Morriel couldn't find any trace of him at all, and the lightning outside was no longer flashing one by one, but directly connected into a silver thunder curtain, completely submerging the bastard's figure, and it looked absolutely vicious.

"Don't worry, it's absolutely safe in the tower. Dagulas seemed to have misunderstood Moriel's gloomy and depressed expression, but there was also a hint of worry in her own eyes: "But outside, even if it's ...... But it's hard to say. ”

The latest chapter of the high-speed debut magic suit, this chapter is the fourth chapter of the eighteenth round of the empire's setting day, thunder nine days (above) address is.