87_87643The mountains of the northern land soar into the sky like an axe, and the wind howls.

The heavy snow that fell wildly from the lead-gray sky could no longer be described as "snowflakes", it was already a cold storm composed of hail and frost blocks that were at least the size of a bowl.

A roar that is different from the howling of a blizzard grows louder and louder from far and near. By the time two brawlers, who were sometimes in mid-air, sometimes falling to the ground, and sometimes stirring together to knock smoke and dust bigger than the wind and snow on the mountain wall, appeared in the valley, the roar had overwhelmed the sound of a whirling wind.

Silver blades flew out of the waterfall-like waves of snow, slicing through the snowflakes and rocks that were wrapped in the middle of the storm of blades—and were then smashed into brilliant light by the howling steel monsters.

The chainsaw slashed through the metal woman's shield again and again until it shattered.

The steel warrior rolled in the snow at an unknown depth, protected by the winged wheels of the blades, until she hit the rocks buried in the snowdrifts.

Forty-seven swooped down in front of her and stomped on her.

The air turbulence caused by the battle between the two men rushed out of the valley behind them - and the wind and snow they brought up were nothing short of an icy volcanic eruption.

Strange to say, after such a fierce confrontation, the female warrior still had a chill similar to ice and snow, and there was no expression in her star-like blue eyes, as if the steaming hot wind generated by friction all over her body, holding a rumbling chainsaw sword and steel slayer was just the most ordinary obstacle in an attack mission.

"It's over! You think this is a rookie version of the 'Metal Slug', which can be connected indefinitely?!" Forty-Seven flicked the chainsaw sword. The snow around it exploded as if it had been blown by a blower: "Where did you get Little Red Riding Hood?"

The portal formed by the mist of divine power was thrown from the underground of Deep Flow City to this ghost place where there was no rice and no firewood and heavy snow covered the mountain, and Forty-Seven once again slandered the rogue skill of "spatial transfer". Little Red Riding Hood was nowhere to be found, and Morriel, who was left on the Skull Harbor side, didn't know what to do, leaving only this iron girl who seemed to be "born from the same root" and was entangled with herself like a t-x...... But she should not be harshly criticized for this—forty-seven did not know what he had made something like his for.

"Hopefully your central system is in the head, though mine is in ......" Forty-Seven thought for a moment: "Well, I'll admit I don't know where it is. ”

The chainsaw sword roared and landed on the female warrior's chest, and shards flew up. It seems that it won't be long before Forty-Seven can cut her scarred to pieces—

The situation changed dramatically. In the flying snow mist, countless blades of different shapes formed a flower of destruction in full bloom.

"Again?" roared Forty-Seven, taking on cascading slashes. Pushed far away by the gradually spreading Blade Storm. The storm carried a stream of silver flames, gradually transforming into a dazzling glow of the gods. The silver fire that Simbu used to try to restrain the Iron Woman was a mystical energy bestowed by the Goddess of Magic—and had now been absorbed by the Woman's transformation.

Each flying blade absorbs sunlight and reflects each other.

In this way, the tornado formed by the blade looked like a pillar of divine light. The surroundings were darkened, but they did not appear bright because of the illumination of this pillar of light, and even the surrounding snow cast a dark shadow. The storm incarnated by a samurai is absorbing light—fusing the most primitive natural energy into its body.

In the billowing white smoke, there was a cloud of light that could shock anyone.

The brilliance flowed, outlining the huge figure of the metal woman. The six pairs of wings on the upper and lower parts of the body are either stretched or folded. Perfectly protecting her radiant and perfect body, each feather is a blade that glows with cold light. The woman was empty-handed, but the thunder and lightning intertwined between her slender fingers, and there was no doubt that there was unimaginable power in it.

The metal woman looked down condescendingly from Forty-Seven with her bright star-like blue eyes, deep, cold, and emotionless.

"Do you think you're the first machine?" Forty-Seven sighed. I watched as a ring of storm burst out around the steel angel that tore everything apart.

The snow is compressed and solidified into sharp ice crystals that are no less hard than metal, and they expand around the giant metal woman. Even under the snow, it has experienced the test of thousands of years of cold winter. The hard rocks that supported the thick ice sheet were unbearable, and countless cracks were cut out, and then they were shredded again into pieces that could not be distinguished by the ice and stones, and exploded and spread outward in the wind and snow, filling the entire ruined valley.

"Why is every protagonist unwilling to die obediently in front of the boss? In the end, the small universe will explode?"

The deafening sound of machinery running came from the snowstorm, followed by two huge steel fists—the giantized forty-seven was not as beautiful as the metal woman, and the horns and serrations on his arms proved only one thing: he was there to blast everyone in his way to slag.

The metal angel floated gently like a feather. Sideways to fend off Forty-Seven's head-on blow.

The wings of steel changed and restructured, and the blade feathers were scattered and overlapped to form a shining metal shield. The sound wave of the fist smashing on it pushed the air around the two of them in an instant, forming a shockwave visible to the naked eye, and the woman was also beaten far away—the dent on the shield was clearly visible.

The combination of more wings not only repaired the damage to the shield, but also expanded it into a heavy tower shield that obscured most of the front.

A stream of pulsing particles mixed with lightning and fire poured down on the shield, terrifying

Even the delicate chain-toothed edges of the shield melted. Other than that, all of the contents of the Dragon's Breath were crumbled into the most primitive particles and were wiped out. Dragon's breath kept pushing the Iron Angel away, boiling over the valley. The hot air even rushed back into the sky, and from a distance, the white mist whistled up, scalding the falling snow, and for a time it actually formed a thick cloud layer over the battlefield.

The steel dragon roared and flew up, ready to launch a second bombardment when it could use its breath again. Then he was struck by a pillar of pure light. Whirling and tumbling in midair, black smoke bursting out of the cracks in each scale armor.

The metal woman flew out of the still-hot smoke, holding a shield in one hand and a beautiful spear that seemed to be made of Mithril wrapped in crystals. The long spear shone brightly, flowing back and forth—it was the spear that focused and emitted the deadly light that had just begun.

At this moment, she looks like a holy knight who is fighting against the abyssal dragon.

The dragon flapped its wings with fire and black smoke, and all its thrusters were in full swing. However, instead of trying to escape, he slammed a rifle after the Iron Angel caught up. Roll over and swoop down on top of her. The evil dragon forty-seven opened its big mouth and bit the woman's wrist fiercely, and the dragon wings also folded up to cover her, and the metal nails on her body stretched out one after another, nailing into her body in rows and rows, as if she had been punished by an "iron virgin".

The dragon and the angel fell together into the dust, smashing into a huge pit. They wrestle and scuffle, the metal woman slices Forty-Seven's body with her blade and attempts to leave, while Forty-Seven reverts back to Giant form. Grabbing the woman's hand to restrain her movements, the chainsaw on both arms and the woman's groundwing knife struck out waterfall-like sparks - still pinning her firmly with the horns of her thorns.

The woman who could not break free finally raised her spear in the air. The cold winds of the mountains were gone, the falling snow was gone, even the brightness that should have been ubiquitous in broad daylight was gone—there was a bleakness between heaven and earth, except for the spear of light that pointed straight to the sky.

Starlight was cold and stiff as energy poured in, and untold shocks caused metal fatigue and snapped most of the bones in Forty-Seven's body—she finally pushed him away, but at the same time caused him to trigger the spike bomb that pierced into her.

Shaking the entire mountain range, the shock wave was mixed with a continuous burst of explosions. Like a small nuclear explosion. Avalanches are taking place on every mountain, and ice is crumbling at every location. Fortunately, this is already the far north of the area of human activity, otherwise I don't know what kind of disaster it would cause. As for whether there will be any other creatures involved in this great war, "our world." their battlefield", which is never possible.

"Fight me, do you think I'm as easy to deal with as a windmill?" Forty-Seven staggered to his feet, each step heavy and unusually heavy, completely oblivious to the scorching, shattered, crumbling rocks around him.

Forty-seven damaged quite strictly. Even the self-healing ability of the "God's Arm" does not help.

Still, he looked better than the metal woman lying on the charred ground. Maybe it's because he's strong enough, but it seems a little strange to discuss who is stronger for a super build like them.

Spike bombs have destroyed most of the bodies of the Iron Maiden, and this "Forty-Seven" native product, which uses primordial magical energy concentrated in steel as a detonating device, is almost as powerful as the multi-barreled short-range missile used by Forty-Seven, and in an era when everyone has begun to bombard with magnetic weapons and plasma cannons, this "ancient" weapon can still become standard equipment. It's enough to prove how powerful it is.

The woman lay there, scattered, looking like a toy doll that had been broken up. She was surrounded by sharp blade shards, some of which were still vibrating and trying to put them together, before there was a crisp cracking sound at Forty-Seven's feet.

Forty-seven gasped, each gasp adding to the smoke burning on his body.

He approached the woman and pointed at her with his right arm outstretched. Two large barrels of cannon barrels packed together peeked out from under the armarmor, also carrying smoke and flames.

The metal woman struggled to raise her head, and flakes of snow fell on her messy steel wings. The blue glow in her eyes was only a faint bit, and sparks were spewing from every wound on her body.

"Sue me, Kelly. Forty-Seven's double-barreled cannon turned, "Where did you get Little Red Riding Hood?"

There was no reply, and he was greeted only by the cold gaze of a mechanical corpse—no different from the light of a flashlight or searchlight, which Forty-Seven had seen countless times.

"Bang!"

He didn't talk nonsense anymore and fired at the metal woman's head.

A surging burst of flames wrapped in smoke flooded her face—and leaked out of the crack in Forty-Seven's right arm.

Although this one will definitely be able to roast a big living life, the lethality is really insignificant for a warrior of the rank of Forty-Seven and "Kelly".

The metal woman's face was just a little blackened, and it was of no use other than that.

"Is it true that the world is also made by the lowest bidders who make weapons?" grumbled Forty-Seven. It's just a habit. He felt that the energy in his body was almost at its limit—it seemed that there was something else to do to deal a fatal blow to the Iron Woman.

He tried to construct the chainsaw again, and in a cacophony of rattling sounds, the teeth on the chain only turned for a few seconds before making a sharp thud and then extinguishing.

True***. I entered the cave room, but I found that I couldn't untie my trouser belt. Forty-seven leaned over and gave the female warrior one

As a result, he threw her upper body into the rock, at the cost of dislocating her own arm.

"Are you laughing at me? I'm fighting you!" Forty-Seven lifted his foot, trying to kill her first, anyway—he didn't like the look in her eyes.

A loud and muffled thunderous bang came from underground.

Forty-seven was unsteady on her feet and almost fell on the Iron Woman warrior at her feet.

What's going on?

The ground emits a squeezing sound that can only be seen when the ice sheet thaws. It swayed, and a crack as large as a mountain stream appeared between forty-seven feet. It seems to lead all the way to the abyss.

Maybe the last blow of Forty-Seven became the last straw that crushed this battlefield, and maybe the mountain range had a spirit and decided to give a little color to the two guys who had beaten him with a miasma of smoke - whatever it was, there was an earthquake and a landslide anyway.

Forty-Seven's turbine dunked for a while, shaking up a lot of rubble, but not enough to get him flying.

Feeling the ground collapse under his feet, watching the overwhelming rockfall on the mountain wall next to him roll down, Forty-Seven could only reluctantly admit that what had happened many times had inevitably happened again-

"What a hell of a life. Going underground again?"

Morriel stared calmly at where Forty-Seven had disappeared—it was now just a dim void.

"You evil red-robed mage, why did you stop us......" Fiona was dissatisfied, but was stopped by Miria.

"Miss Morrill is just trying to save the girl named Kyro. Milia was rather weak and pale: "She didn't do anything wrong. ”

"Where have they been?" Chloe put away her sword and touched her hair, which had been cut off by Kelly, to her chagrin to find that she was about to change her hairstyle.

Hinbu walked over.

Morrill watched her warily and lowered his hand so that he could draw his spell wand as quickly as he could. Although it seems that Hinbu is a little tired because he has cast the legendary "Silver Fire" with all his might. But she still didn't dare to be careless—after all, she was the enemy of the red-robed mage.

"The hell knows where they went......" The Storm Queen's hair turned unkempt again, and she glanced at the place where the portal had disappeared with some annoyance, "We have to admit it." Lady Mist is one step closer to her purpose. ”

"You shouldn't get in my way, Miss Morriel. The light wings on Jane's body had disappeared, and she said coldly, "If you can bring the Mist Lady to the Temple of Splendour, the great Amun-la may have a way." ”

It's hard to imagine that she is as cold as frost and believes in the sun god.

"Take Kairo's body to the temple and ask your god to resurrect her?" Morrill scoffed, "as far as I know. Even Catherine, the saint of the year, did not have such treatment. ”

"You-" Fiona was stopped by Milia, barely swallowing the accusatory.

"Well, that's the case anyway. Chloe clapped her hands. Once again, he played the role of a rounder: "We have weakened at least a large part of the power of the Mist Lady! Whatever she wants to do next, it will be very difficult! By the way, Moriel, isn't your Iron Samurai also with you? Don't worry, we'll see if we can contact him when we get back, so we have a destination!"

At the mention of Forty-Seven, Morrill felt a little uneasy, but then calmed down again. Forty-Seven didn't need her to worry, and he didn't need him to worry about this stupid guy running around—and he probably wouldn't be worried.

"Yes, Miss Morriel. Miriah walked up to the mage and said softly, "We can surely save your friend from the Mistwoman...... Thank you for saving me just now. ”

Morrill snorted lightly and waved his hand in reply.

Chloe should be on her side, and Milia will persuade the two silly fellow girls to be absent-minded there...... It seems that the situation is not as bad as I initially expected.

She tried to sense the direction of forty-seven in her mind, vaguely, as if it was to the north.

A cloud of magical energy quickly approached—Morrill opened his eyes, warily looking in that direction.

There was a faint light in the darkness.

Everyone noticed it, and it circled around the women before landing in the outstretched palm of Simbu.

It was a magical creation zào leprechaun of sound, usually used to communicate over long distances without preparing a communication spell beforehand. It is not affected by most kinds of damage, can accurately find the target, and knows how to automatically avoid danger, even if it is bound by a third party with a spell, it will only explode into a meaningless high-frequency sound wave when the listener is not the recipient, and can even make the ears of the not bad intentions ringing for a long time.

Hembo held it to his ear. The tiny figure in the flash jumped a few times, flickering and saying something to Xinbu that only she could hear, and then scattered into bits of light and disappeared into invisibility.

After receiving the summons, Simbu glanced at Moriel.

"Archmage Dayro has invited you to the Crystal Tower, and has something to discuss with you. Paladin girls, I think you should return to the Church of Splendour, too. ”

With that, she disappeared in a small whirlwind of her own self - regardless of whether others would do the same.

"Let's go, Moriel!" Before the female mage could think carefully about why Dale would suddenly look for her, Chloe had already leaned in and grabbed her hand, "The air here is so muddy...... Ms. Leila's tea is very good!".