87_87643 The strange smoke spread and swirled, mutating faster than everyone could have reacted. The ruined house is full of ruined houses, and the ground is unnaturally distorted as if it had been refracted by curved lenses, and it has begun to swell and whirl, like insatiable quicksand in the desert, and once it catches its prey, it will surely be sucked into the abyss from which it will never recover.

Douglas was shocked. His sturdy figure shook, and he seemed to make a jumping motion but failed, and turned to look at Paris in a hurry, only to find that the other party was also shocked and angry: "Dagulas, what do you want to do?!

Another sweet smile like a silver bell.

"It's not in our plans? It's just not in your plans. ”

Unlike the two Teflins, who were at a loss, the Forty-Seven and the Hundred Vines all stood firmly on the turbulent undercurrent. They were surrounded by a barrier of emerald green shimmer that Morriel activated or triggered at the same time as she transformed into an elbow - she was clearly prepared.

"My dear!" Dagulas's voice flickered and flickered, making it impossible to distinguish the direction: "Are you very skilled at blocking space now! I just don't know how long you can hold out? I guess you can see it, the trap I set for you today is not as simple as a portal! It's better to let the handsome man in tin next to you not move, it's not a joke to get lost in the spatial vortex...... From what I've been observing, he's a true layman when it comes to comprehending the mysteries of the extradimensional!"

She was right. Morriel didn't expect Dagulas to be able to do this, and once the dimensional lock was formed, it was subjected to the impact of waves and waves. Portals are not at all as quiet and stable as most spatial passages require, but instead seem to be the mysterious and powerful maelstrom that often appears on the stormy ocean, and it is up to the untouchable to decide whether to enter or not.

"I'll figure it out, don't act rashly. Morriel gestured to Forty-Seven as he maintained the dimensional lock. The power of mages is not only that they can throw fireballs and blow up a qiē in front of them, but more importantly, they can touch and use certain inherent laws of the multiverse through the medium of guò "magic" - not unlike discovering the buoyancy of air to create hot air balloons and realize the dream of human flight. Therefore, although Dagulas's spatial vortex is fierce, it is not so easy to counteract Moriel's spell, but if Forty-Seven releases energy to transform into a gigantic transformation now, it is likely to have the opposite effect. Judging from the chaotic state of the portal under his feet, which obviously lacked effective control, the power of the metal man was absolutely harmful to it. And that's probably exactly what Dagulas wanted to see.

I don't know if it was because of the problem of the hot spring bath, Forty-Seven obeyed the order of the female mage and did not make any drastic moves. He wrapped his hands around him, and held a shiny platinum coin between the middle fingers of his right hand, and ignored Dagulas's provocations, and admired the pitiful appearance of Douglas and Pars as they struggled deeper and deeper.

"Jacob, have you figured it out?" Morrill turned to look at the plane merchant again. Forty-Seven was responsible for threatening the forward-looking businessman, and the mage-sage, weighing it up, thought that Ironface would be very good at it—ever since she had noticed at the scene of the Centaur Sheep murder that her old friend Dagulas might have been uninvited to join her plane tour.

The results have been remarkable. The Plane Merchant finally understood who he should be standing in. "Please be careful!" his intertwined fingers looked like hummingbird wings. The movement is so fast that it is almost indistinguishable: "I can feel that the position of the channel here is very unstable! Any overly violent energy reaction may cause it to start early or collapse completely! In that case, we will be in big trouble...... God knows where the space turbulence would throw us somewhere in the multiverse, if we were still alive then!"

"Jacob, do you dare to eat inside and out?" Douglas was in a hurry to completely tear off the veil of kindness that he had used when he opened the hot spring bath, and the thick veins of the earth jumped suddenly under his skin, and instead yelled at the plane merchant, "What are you doing? help me! Don't forget the agreement between us, and don't forget that you still have my commanding skills—"

The gold coin in Forty-Seven's hand flickered violently. Douglas was trying to stabilize his sinking body, pointing at Jacob with a fierce voice, but as if echoing the inconspicuous movements of the metal man, the bathhouse owner's fat belly also shook. The look of surprise on his face quickly squeezed out the anger that he had just been able to stand with. Look down and see what's going on in you......

He began to howl hysterically. Something started at his waist and scurried under his clothes. Douglas didn't care about any of Jacob's commands, and he scratched at his body frantically. The abruptly elongated nails not only cut through the clothes, but also left shocking wounds on the body, but the dozen or so blood flowers that rapidly expanded and dissolved into one piece were not just caused by the scratches.

As Douglas lost his balance and rolled to the ground, several small things that were as shiny as platinum coins rolled out of him. They didn't go with the flow in the fluctuating space, but crawled back to Douglas after a circle in the cheerful flow of blood. They're really crawling. Because the forty-seven coins that bounced at Douglas made it clear what the gadget was all about. The platinum coin flew out of his hand, making an arc in the air that reflected the light of fire—and that's it

It's worth a lot of money but it's not mysterious, and it's often called "Paradise Coins, which are actually changing their form while rolling." Quickly transforms from a small piece of solid precious metal into a mechanical creature endowed with a soul. Stretching, spinning, stacking, and biting, six slender and sharp steel needle-like limbs protruded from the deformed coin, and landed on Douglas's neck, pausing for only a moment, and then opening a bloody hole there larger than his own size. The innkeeper's screams and screams ceased, and the bloody mouth was open to the limit, but he could not say anything, for now if someone threw a grape into his mouth, it would immediately leak out of the hole in the ground where the coin worm had been opened. Not to mention the air that vibrates the vocal cords.

"Do you like money very much? Forty-seven looked quite proud.

"Miss Morriel, I think the other end of this door is connected to the 'Red Tower'! it's the largest portal in Ribcage City to Barto's Otherworld! Can you trust me?" Douglas's tragedy was truly relatable to Jacob, as the bag of money was originally given to the plane merchant by Forty-Seven. If it weren't for his deliberate decision to turn against the water, and to make his attitude clear to the Tin Man and his party by transferring the "honorarium" to Douglas in his own name, he would have become a milkman now.

"What's your idea?" Although the mage hadn't spoken openly and honestly to the Plane Merchant, she did have hope for Jacob. If this wallgrass can make up its mind, then the vast experience of traveling between planes for people like him will be useful. Teaching the haunted Dagulas a lesson is only a secondary goal, and if Jacob really doesn't know each other, she's sure she'll stop Dagulas from sending them to hell - but then the trip to the Seal City will be delayed, and the chaos of the eyes will only give the enemy more opportunities and cause more trouble for herself.

"This type of portal doesn't have a fixed destination! I'm trying to analyze its structure. It should be a real path to the Seal City, but I need to keep it running steadily and a little bit of time!"

A bolt of arrows came and took advantage of Jacob's distraction to go straight to his door. Astonishedly, the merchant could even clearly see the deep grooves of blood and the green glow of venom on the triangular blade, which had slammed into Moriel's spell shield and was deflected to the side. Like a signal to launch a general attack, in the doors, windows, cracks in the walls and ground, and in the darkness that the fire light on all sides could not cover, arrows rained down, and the sound of "whooshing" breaking through the sky was endless.

"My trust depends on your actions. In a moment, Forty-Seven was almost the same as Pang Juan, who was standing under the tree and reading the message, but fortunately, he was much stronger than Pang Juan, and his red eyes were turning back and forth, not knowing what the hell he was doing: "If you can be more agile and reduce the time we spend standing here as a live target, it will be more worthy of my trust." ”

Gell squinted his eyes and glanced at the spot. The strings are frightened. The Devil-Breaker Arrow pierced through the back of Paris's head as he struggled to survive in the trap, shattering his front teeth and sticking out of his old man, leaving only his tail feathers trembling like braids. Paris's limp body, like Douglas's corpse, sank into the fire-lit floor and blurred.

"You did it on purpose, dear Gehr. ”

Dagulas appeared silently beside him. There were more black-helmeted and black-armored ribbed cage city soldiers surrounded the abandoned house where Forty-Seven and the others were, and all kinds of enchanted arrows beckoned inside as if they didn't want money: "It's not good to do this! Demon Breaking Arrows are very precious." ”

"Would it be possible to hurt that tin bastard if there were more archers?" Gehr smiled hideously: "Anyway, Paris is also dead, take this opportunity to settle old grievances with him, no problem, right?"

Dagulas chuckled, "Who said that, I'll be able to get him back in hell." Don't think about it anymore. I like your personality though...... Forgive me. Focus on my friends, okay?"

Alai, who appeared with Dagulas, apparently disagreed. If brightness is a sign of hatred, then his two eyes are a pair of beacons: "This kind." Crappy tricks, useless at all!Moriel's tin lackey, not as you would like, his power! portal, unattainable. Necessary to be active!"

"When the lark doesn't call, try to make it call. Dagulas quickly made a few sets of gestures, interfering with the magic net to counteract one of Moriel's protective spells: "I said that everyone should not hide aside and release cold arrows. Rush over and attack—you'll have to do your best to get the money!"

Hearing this, the black-armored guards looked at each other. What are you kidding? Are we fools? It's a direct train to Hell! Although Ribcage City is the undisputed bridgehead of Bartow's Otherworld in the Outlands, and the city lord Lord Prex is even more angry with those Butterzu devils who are full of fire, but this is a completely different thing from going to the Nine Floors of Hell for a sightseeing tour or even a long stay. Otherwise, why is there a rumor that Lord Prix and his senators have been operating in the shadows to build inns for stupid and good people like Precision City and Trade City? Are they not the deranged lunatics of Plague City!

"Miss Dagulas, I want to ......" a captain-looking warrior tried to offer his own proposal.

A streak of black gas leaped from Dagulas's fingertips and slammed into the warrior's mouth like a headless fly scurrying around. He said the next thing

The darkness was blocked, the soldier's eyes suddenly widened, his two hands were thrown to his throat, his mouth was open to the limit but he couldn't make any sound, and finally his knees fell to the ground and fell backwards, and all his facial features and orifices emitted light smoke with a scorching smell.

"Don't think about it, you guys. Dagulas glanced at the crowd, "That's one of the reasons I love necromantic spell lands. The undead don't need a salary, and they don't need brains. ”

Without any further hesitation, the cannon fodder flocked to the front.

The rectangular black iron tower shield smashed the walls of the abandoned house like a bulldozer, covering its owner and rushing straight in. But before the person behind the shield threw the throwing axe in his hand, a crystal clear cold air had already hit the devil's head carved on the shield. The warrior, who was as thick as an orc, was struck back the way he had come from the hole he had rushed into with such an ice bullet - and the edge of the broken wall was suddenly covered with frost and crackled. When it comes to the offensive spells of this Ice Blade Snow Sword, Kairo is even stronger than Moriel.

However, as Dagulas drove the soldiers of Bone Cage City to advance step by step. The portal on the ground also became more and more turbulent, reverberating like ripples like lake waves.

Morrill raised his hand and pushed, pinched, and flicked. Another guy who rushed to the front to find death was caught by these few movements, and flew out like a pile of broken garbage. Then, the next spell that the female mage wanted to cast was disturbed by several magic fluctuations that struck from the ground, although it was only a little short, but it was not far from the effect that Morriel wanted.

"How long will it take?" Morrill watched as Jacob twitched his fingers under her protection. It's a lie to say that you're not in a hurry at all: "Hey, don't be in a hurry!"

The latter sentence is addressed to Forty-Seven. It's impossible for Dagulas not to know the details of the metal man, even if it's because of her bad tastes. It would be too unusual for such a mindless person to send some such bad little trash fish to their deaths.

Forty-seven grinned with his teeth. He really didn't even have a flame on him, and he didn't show his unique "Transfiguration". The adversary had already pounced on him—though he was armed to the teeth of a shell more than he had been in the bathroom, and Forty-Seven recognized at a glance the ugly face of the chest-haired man hiding behind two men.

Arrogant Ironface! Think you can do whatever you want in Ribcage City with a little ability? See how I clean you up...... Such thoughts only swirled in the chest haired man's mind for a short time. He first saw the Tin Man raise his hand, and then a very thin and bright silver beam erupted from his fingertips, seemingly slashing across the two soldiers in front of him.

The armor we wear is not the rags of a roadside stall. It's magically reinforced!Maybe it's stronger than your broken iron sheet!...... That's the next thought of the man with chest hair. There was a sudden crimson in front of him, and he rushed out of the flying mist of blood, and he didn't know where the blood came from. He found that he could no longer maintain his balance and fell headlong to the ground. With the last of his strength, he turned around and looked back, trying to figure out what had happened to him and his men, but he could only fall on his back and see only the spiky steel soles of forty-seven - pitch black.

The back hurts. His last bit of consciousness.

Not only the chest-haired man and his two human shields, but in fact, a dozen or so soldiers in a large area in front of Forty-Seven, despite the different wound sites, also suffered the same tragic fate: all of them were cut in two. The metal man raised his hand to pose, and there was actually a shiny drop of water on the edge of his palm.

"Water is sprayed at ultra-high pressure and struck at supersonic speeds, and the resulting waterjet cuts through steel like cheese...... This is Nandou Water Bird Fist!" Ridiculous and strange names aside, his hand was absolutely shocking - Kairo was stupid, the tin guy actually used water as a murder weapon?

The second blow of forty-seven went further. The high-pressure water split a qiē object on the trajectory, and everywhere it passed was neatly broken.

"Look at you, what a good thing you did!" Ah Lai, who was watching the battle behind, roared angrily, and couldn't hold back any longer: "He won't, be fooled, take the initiative to trigger the trap!"

The fire is blazing. With a roar, a wall of flames more than a dozen feet tall rose up, and the swirling flames conjured up contorted and shouted faces on it. With a wave of his hands, the wall of fire rushed towards the ruined house like a large curtain, and the soldiers who were caught up in the wall of fire were not only burned, but were torn and squeezed by the flames, chewed and swelled, fried skin and bones, and covered the flames with a layer of blood.

The raging waves of fire were extinguished, but Jacob's eyes lit up.

"Ready! it's now!" he shouted, and the portal that had been surging under his feet was also connected to Alai's tongue of fire, and it suddenly boiled like oil, surging upwards and drowning all the living and dead within the scope of the portal, merging with the sea of fire that engulfed the qiē.

Seeing the huge flames of destruction rising into the sky, illuminating the bleak night sky of the Rib Cage City, Dagulas not only did not have the slightest joy, but exclaimed angrily, "Alai, you fool! you have screwed up everything!"