Alice in the Land of Steam

Chapter 391 Is the familiar plot repeated?
Linger led the two girls through the dark alleys and narrow roads in the middle area, trying to stay away from the source of the chaos. Only after entering these intricate streets in person can you understand how difficult the roads here are. The ups and downs of the stairs and the twists and turns of the passages are like entering a three-dimensional maze. It is easy to get lost in the repetitive and monotonous scenery.

The explosions coming from the upper area continued, and all the buildings within sight were shaking. As Alice walked across the suspended wooden bridge, she could even hear the rotten, dilapidated wood beneath her feet groaning under the weight, as if it might break and collapse at any moment, causing the people on the bridge to fall into a deep pit of black iron and ruins.

Outside the crude railings, the city was like a bottomless cliff, the chaotic crowds were like blind schools of fish in the black sea, and the gray-brown iron roofs were like shadowy beasts in the dark night, opening their huge mouths to devour people. Alice took a look and then looked away. It was so strange. It was clearly the same scenery. I thought it was magnificent when I was watching it from the elevator just now, but now I inexplicably felt an indescribable sense of oppression.

The wind poured into the canyon, whistling under the steel dome. She could vaguely hear the dull thud of heavy objects falling to the ground, sharp screams and painful groans, occasionally mixed with yelling, shouting, smashing, laughing and begging for mercy... So many sounds mixed together but did not seem out of place, as if this was what a city should look like.

Yes, because this is the "City of Cold Nights" - Harbor of Rain, a city filled with violence, crime, rampant sex and darkness. For many years, the factors of riot and anger flowing in its veins have never subsided, but have been hidden. Now, through a sudden disaster, the long-lost desire in the memories of city residents has been awakened.

The instigator of all this is——

Suddenly, she heard the piercing sound of propellers. While running away, Alice did not forget to look back and found that more than a dozen huge airships were flying in from the other end of the canyon. The slender and graceful silver-white ship bodies were like arrows of moonlight, illuminating this area shrouded in the eternal darkness.

At this time, the nine folding bridges connecting the east and west districts of the city had not yet risen, and the pedestrians on them were running away in panic. Even a steam train was paralyzed due to a sudden accident. But the airships didn't care. With their superb driving skills, they squeezed through the gap between the steel base and the bridge and landed above the city. Alice vaguely saw that dense magic gun barrels and even dark gun barrels had been protruding from the suspended cabins below.

Now there should be no doubt as to whether there is an airship base of the combined cult at the top of the Twin Mountains.

This was the first thought that popped into Alice's mind.

Eh, you're running away already?
Alice was surprised. Looking at the situation and scale, she thought these werewolves wanted to completely break through the Temple of Judgment and teach the Inquisition a lesson. She didn't expect them to give up the attack so easily. Could it be that they were just pretending to fool people?
"Alice!" Lingge's somewhat annoyed voice came from the front: "What are you daydreaming about?"

The enemy under heavy bombardment roared angrily, sharp and long, sounding like the howl of a wild wolf, and the huge wolf head that swallowed the Temple of Judgment also showed a painful expression on its face. He subconsciously opened his huge mouth and spit out the Iron Temple that he had just swallowed. He looked at the airships that were still pouring out artillery fire with resentful eyes, and then turned away without hesitation. The darkness was like a tide, and his trace was instantly hidden.

At this time, she is still standing there watching the fun. The personality of the golden-haired maid often makes people's blood pressure soar.

"It has nothing to do with this." Lingge replied: "Go to a safe place first."

"No, Ling." Alice ran over and explained to herself as she ran: "I'm not in a daze, I'm just observing the situation. The battle over there seems to be over. We don't have to run away, right?"

The next moment, countless lightning-like beams roared out from the muzzles of the airship, tearing open the curtain of darkness and showering down on the area where the Holy Temple of Judgment was located. The dazzling beams were as dense as raindrops, pouring down with a bang, like meteors falling from the sky, reflecting a magnificent trajectory in the girl's eyes.

"Where is safe?" Alice pouted.

The safest place now is the ground, but all the elevators have stopped running, and there is no way to go down. One elevator even stopped during the descent, and the thousand passengers are still shivering hundreds of meters in the air. Alice doesn't want to experience that feeling.

The golden-haired maid chased after Ling Ge and Saint Shalia, muttering casually, "Ling Ge, don't you think the current situation is familiar?" She was the type who could chat with others regardless of the danger she faced, but Ling Ge was not like that, so he ignored her. Saint Shalia, who was being dragged by him and followed closely, asked with interest, "Why do you say that, Alice?"

"Because it's exactly the same as the situation in Linville City!" Alice clenched her left fist and tapped her right palm gently. "All of a sudden, something strange happened, the city fell into chaos, and then we started running away, and we ran into the enemy. So, if nothing unexpected happens, we will encounter vampires next - well, judging from the current situation, it is possible that they are not vampires, but werewolves? Hey, why did you stop? Aren't you going to keep running?"

Lingge and Saint Xia Liya suddenly stopped. Alice didn't have time to brake and ran ahead of them by inertia. When she saw the scene in front of her, she immediately understood why they stopped.

The situation was rather complicated. If I were to describe it in simple terms, it would be this: a living werewolf was attacking a frightened and pale human in a dark and narrow alley.

Moreover, they all knew the person who was attacked.

However, the other person was shivering against the cold wall, completely lacking the enthusiasm and cheerfulness that he had when he sang folk songs on the field road. This was also normal, after all, not everyone could stand in his position at the moment and face the imminent death crisis and still maintain a normal mentality.

"Mr. Gwilly!?" Ling was startled at first, and subconsciously clenched the two one-penny coins in his pocket. Then he made a decision without hesitation and shouted in a hurried tone: "Saint Xia Liya!"

The shepherdess took advantage of the situation and moved the invisible thread of fate in the void, using the power of the king to interfere with the enemy's actions. The werewolf then showed a confused look in his eyes and stood there, hesitant. At the same time, Linger used the magic he had just learned not long ago, [Agility], and the blessing from the magic instantly raised his physical fitness to the level of a professional athlete.

The young man jumped down the iron steps, his figure like a falcon flying in the dark night, landed in front of Mr. Gwilly, reached out and pulled him back from the brink of death.

"Come on!"

He didn't have time to explain, and pushed the short middle-aged man to the other side of the street. Mr. Gwilly, who had just escaped from danger, was obviously a little frightened. He looked at him with fear and ran away without looking back. His steps were very staggering, and his back was stumbling. He almost hit the nearby railing. It was Alice who helped him up and prevented him from falling.

There were no street lights on this street, so the only light source was the magic rays shining from higher places, which were dim and faded, so it was difficult to see the other person's face even if you got very close. Lingge was not sure whether Mr. Gwilly recognized him through details such as voice or outline. He hoped not. After all, for an ordinary country farmer, it was not a good choice to rashly get involved in the fight between the aliens, magicians and the cult.

However, that is a matter for the future, and it is something for Mr. Gwilly to consider, and has nothing to do with the current situation.

Now, what they have to consider is how to deal with the enemy in front of them.

This mysterious werewolf suddenly appeared.

　Give me some meow
　　
　
(End of this chapter)