87_87643 The tunnel battle is over, and now it's air strike time. ”

Forty-seven flapped his wings and shook off the gray stone on his body, hovering and soaring in the thin shadows of a crow's feather.

Although they certainly didn't go as far as they thought, they still moved quite a distance. Now the two of them and one dragon were on the back of the saga peak in the center of the island, and the cold and dark rock walls towered into the sky, also obscured by the fog of the astral plane. But unlike the other side of the mountain, the cliffs on this side are covered with criss-crossing stone ridges, strange-shaped cracks, bottomless holes, like a lot of haphazard milk).

So it is with the earth. Forty-seven overlooked the rugged and barren ground below, full of potholes, deep streams, and undulating rocky formations. Twisted and towering black stone pillars burrowed out of the earth and grew like giants' fingers into the sky, long wound-like fissures on the surface of the earth were connected to small craters of smoke, which erupted from time to time, throwing out large quantities of foul and boiling gases, and some oily liquid of unknown nature secreted from the hollows and crevices of the rocks and flowed into rivers until they reached the lower reaches to form a semi-solid deep purple lake, emitting a stench that even Morriel could smell flying in the sky...... The sight in front of them was very different from what they had seen when they arrived—the half of the island looked like it was suffering from a severe skin disease, full of sores, ugly, and disgusting.

"Look at this tattered piece, hasn't it already been hit?" Forty-Seven retracted contemptuously.

"Can you be serious, let's ......" Morrill gripped his dorsal fin and tried to discern his direction. After looking at it for a moment, his gaze suddenly fixed and focused: "Let's go and say hello to the 'employer'." Fly down the river below, and the Gies are over there. ”

On the shores of a large purple lake, almost the largest, a foul-smelling stream of pus-like streams gathered from all directions, and the water could almost be considered turbulent when it arrived. All sorts of machinery that is difficult for outsiders to fathom were installed on the barren land around the lake, and the Guise craftsmen walked back and forth through the waist-deep water in bulky coveralls, laboriously dragging many cables as thick as an arm's thick into the lake, and because of the high density of the lake, they could even float for a while, and then slowly sink down with the faint sheen that came out inside.

Work in an orderly and orderly manner. Until the dragon descended from the sky, bringing a surging air current that made a mess of everything. The mushy waters of the lake also swelled, and the waves tossed several of the Guise into the lake. They scrambled to their feet, busily wiping the muddy water off their goggles, checking whether the protective clothing was torn and whether the purple foul-smelling liquid had seeped in.

Forty-seven landed in the middle of the construction site of the Guise people, and crushed an ovoid device nearly two people high. Its thick, sturdy outer skin crumbled like an eggshell under the spikes on the dragon's abdomen, and the liquid that flowed from it resembled the egg white. It's just that the color is also similar to the lake water, a strange and inexplicable bruise, which should be the product of the initial purification of the liquid in the lake, and the splashing and overflowing radiates a grease-like colorful brilliance, compared to the raw materials, the smoky stench has been filtered out a lot.

"Aha, you're like a bunch of conscientious environmentalists. Forty-seven raised his front paw to look at the unidentified liquid on the tip of the claw, and then slammed it down—the ground shook with the scream of the claw tearing through the air. The flying dust was mixed with a crackling ripple of electricity, and the slightest touch of it would paralyze the whole body, forcing back the Gies warriors who were slowly surrounding the encirclement, and burning out a lot of their machinery.

"Stop, you rude and low-" Yurad, the commander of the Gis who had sent them on this mission, rushed to Forty-Seven in the face of lightning and smoke. There are still small pieces of electric light beating on the gorgeous and intricate full-body armor, colliding with the magical energy contained in the armor itself, neutralizing it.

Forty-seven lowered his head and looked at him with pity, the dangerous aura leaking from his burning red eyes was obvious, forcing Jurad to swallow the second half of the insult back into his stomach. The Guise did not retreat because of their racial nature and the pride they had cultivated so long. The mouth without lips is tense in a line, and if you don't distinguish it carefully, you may mistake it for a wrinkle or a scar, and stare at Forty-Seven with small cloudy eyes like jaundice. Because of anger and humiliation, the same ferocity appeared.

"Mind your tongue, disfigured man without a nose. Forty-Seven leaned closer, the great dragon head oppressive, scimitar-like teeth intertwined in a mouth that was swirled with the intertwined electric fire as saliva, and could bite Jurad into pieces in one bite: "If you don't have an explanation that makes me happy today, then you will always want to build your brave new world here." ”

Jurad stared at Forty-Seven, the corners of his mouth twitched, his hands hanging at his side unnaturally clenched into fists and opened again, and it looked like he was about to raise his face several times to pull out the silver-bladed greatsword on his back, but in the end he still took two deep breaths to calm his feelings, and turned his gaze to Moriel on the dragon's back.

"Morell, mage. Jurad said in a hoarse voice, "What do you mean? How have I done the task I have given you? You and your men are acting harshly and provocatively towards us...... Have you forgotten the way you were when you got lost in the astral realm and came to our door to beg for shelter?"

Morrill had just taken advantage of the wide-eyed stare of Forty-Seven and Jurad to briefly observe the construction site, and had a rough estimate of what the Guise were doing.

"I'm sorry you think so, Commander Jurad. Morriel didn't think Forty-Seven would let this matter go well - and as the queen of Searle City, who had ruled almost the entire red-robed mage guild in her dreams, she didn't intend to let go of these Guisians who used her to fight in the front: "It seems that we have a wrong understanding of things. But it doesn't matter, I'm not used to receiving favors, even if it's a self-righteous favor. ”

She turned her head and pointed to the peak in the distance hidden in the mist: "When we came over there, we found an area where time would flow normally. In addition, I can sue you. The island is home to some powerful creatures and is not as 'generous and hospitable' as the esteemed Guise people...... I guess that's a good return, right?"

"Hmph. Maybe. Jurad let out a leaky nasal voice, "That's not a reason for your ignorance to offend, but I can forgive it. Let's go, female mage, go wherever you love, the agreement between us is over. Our people will stay here for a long time, maybe months, maybe years. You wouldn't be interested in staying longer. ”

"Oh? That's terrible. Morrill smiled faintly, "I really can't afford to stay here for so long. But before I leave, may I take the liberty of asking a few words? Since you and your people have decided to mine and collect 'Divine Blood' on this island, does that mean that you already know enough about this island? and since this 'Divine Blood' is obviously secreted in large quantities because of the disturbance of the Divine Corpse Island by us and other adventurers...... So many people died

With so much blood, shouldn't you guys have something to say about it?

Jurad's gaze narrowed. All the Guise people present tensed their nerves and muscles, and the atmosphere changed from faintly tense to restless. Although on the surface it does not look significantly different from just now.

Morrill keenly captures the supernatural fluctuations of the Gise commander as he projects psychic commands to his men. She caressed Forty-Seven's back scales, her fingers flicking and stretching in a spot that Yurad couldn't see, ready to defend - the Gies were almost all skilled warriors, and were born with more or less psychic abilities, and she hadn't forgotten the strength that Jurad had shown when she crushed the spiritual essence of that pitiful creature with his "psychic crush".

"It's none of your business, mage. Jurad's tall and thin figure stood motionless in front of Forty-Seven, as if it had become a small stone pillar on the island: "I don't need and don't need to explain the true purpose of this mission to you astral passers-by, especially a master material creature like you. Insolent. Arrogance, ignorance, self-belief that everything understands everything but is actually stupid. One day, his life will be lost, and luckily, the corpse may be left in a corner of the plane to stink...... Why, with the power of the main material realm that can make waves, you feel that you can fight against a tribe of the Gies? The astral plane belongs to us Gis, and we have lived here for millions of years. One last warning, get out of here. Forget what a 'god corpse'. 'Divine blood', they're not something you can guess after reading a few ancient books. ”

Forty-seven moved his jaw, making a crisp sound of steel grinding.

"yes, I think that thing on your back was also obtained by a small trick that was not clean. He scoffed, "Did you forge it?" But do you understand how it works?...... Ha, look at the stupid look on your round eyes, you know you don't know. Go read more, the mages of Argus are wiser than you fellows who have 'lived for millions of years' - really, they are all old enough to live as dogs. ”

Yurad finally couldn't help it, and took off the silver blade from his back with a "clang". As soon as he entered the battle state, the silver glowing blade immediately began to flow and flicker, the jagged blade couldn't help but change shape, and a faint vortex also appeared on the sword body to gather and disperse, and the entire fluid giant sword expanded and changed like a living thing, reflecting Yurad's hideous and twisted face.

"Metal Crawler!This will be the last fool of your life!" he growled, "Don't think you're great, many dragons like you are just ...... for our people."

Jurad's earthy face turned pale. He suddenly realized that for the first time since he had obtained his own silver blade, he could not manipulate it as he pleased. The silver blade vibrated like a mad vibrate in his hand, and he even had to clench his hands to prevent it from flying out of his hands - not only Yurad, but also the other Gith warriors who carried the silver blades were shocked to find that their silver greatsword did not obey the call, as if it was controlled by some invisible force field, and was bound by Forty-Seven's sarcastic blood-red gaze.

"No wonder you're interested in the Gies' Silverblade. Morrill was the first to find out, "They also use the technology of the 'Divine Armament'?"

"It's possible. Forty-seven narrowed his eyes, but the fierce resonance effect continued unabated: "If you want to confirm further, you need to get a few finished products...... It's just a gesture. By the way, you say that this stinky water is coming out because we are tossing around on the island?"

"That's right, I think the Guise drove us to the island just to get it. Morriel replied: "According to records, the 'blood of the gods' is the essence of energy secreted by the corpses of some gods who have died in the astral plane, and it has a very powerful effect, and the more active the corpse, the more this substance may be released, and it is usually contaminated with severe poison and can only be separated by complex and precise steps......

Forty-seven rolled his eyes, obviously thinking of some bad idea.

"Good deeds to the end!" he said loudly, his voice loud and sonorous, "Since you guys are working hard to get this corpse to spit out more stinky water, then I'm going to be kind enough to help you—"

The dragon's wings flapped, and the turbine engine began to roar excitedly, providing a powerful power to support Forty-Seven to fly into the sky: "Help you dig a beautiful oil well!"

Jurad recovered from the shock that his weapon had been suppressed. He watched Forty-Seven rush with his head held high, his belly as scaly as a sword, and suddenly realized what he was going to do.

"Stop him!" The commander of the Gies didn't even bother to use the psychic connection with the soldiers under his command, and directly shouted out the long-standing spiritual energy in his body and the hoarse and weird Ghiss: "Attack!"

But it was too late.

Morriel didn't even bother to fend off the arrows and spells of the Gise. In the midst of the forty-seven thunderclouds, it was difficult for anything to approach them, and it was very difficult for them to stand and see normally. He regrouped as he flew upward, and in an instant he had transformed into a steel giant dozens of feet tall, all engines at full power, huge muscles composed of metal machinery roaring under the hideous and spiny armor, and the black heavy cannon on his arm pointed straight to the ground......

Morrill and Kyro, who were lying on his shoulder, felt their bodies shake as if they were about to be thrown out. A small sun-like ball of white-hot light flickered at the muzzle of the cannon for a moment, and then turned into a pillar of blazing light and threw itself into the purple lake of blood.

The high-temperature energy beam boiled the entire lake in an instant, the air trembled and fled quickly under the incomparable impact, and the purple-black poisonous cloud rose to the sky in order to make up for the vacuum left behind, mercilessly engulfing a qiē on the surface of the lake, and some of the Jisi people who had come ashore but were still on the edge of the lake were not spared, and they broke and burned like cables before they even had time to scream.

This is just the beginning. The energy beam did not dissipate, but continued to strengthen, and the forty-seven in the sky was also a little unbalanced by the recoil, as if it was because of the recoil of artillery fire that it was in the air. The pillar of light pierced the bottom of the lake, boiling and continuing deeper, soon causing the entire island to wriggle and vibrate with the devastating energy.

"Ahem...... What have you done?" Morriel coughed and looked at the hellish scene below, the Gies ran around, screaming and shouting at the sky but helpless, the deep hole in the center of the lake that had been punched by forty-seven began to spew smoke and fiery poisonous gas, and it quickly strengthened, not even the remnants of the lake could be filled, and huge columns of smoke rose in all directions, and there was a series of muffled thunderous tearing sounds, as if an angry god in the ground was exhaling - the island of the gods was completely awakened.

Forty-seven was quite satisfied with the one he had made.

"Peaceful use of atomic energy can generate electricity, and if it goes too far, it can become a nuclear bomb. He saw the tide of countless shadows pressing down from afar, with a fury that frightened all things: "Can't let those two guys in the labyrinth not know who is the culprit who is disturbing them...... Moreover, I love nuclear bombs. "Oops, you're the culprit!" said Kyro, wrinkling his nose