Alice in the Land of Steam

Chapter 467: A sudden outbreak of battle?

At first they were friends, respected and followed; later they were enemies, hated and despaired; finally they were old friends, missed and sighed. In this hypocritical and cruel world of ours, there is no shortage of dramas of enemies turning against each other. At least they have been repeatedly staged in front of the square street in Rostin City, sometimes in the play, sometimes outside the play, fully explaining that the fusion of fiction and reality is the artistic charm of drama, but at least the actors who personally participated in it would not think so.

Saint Shallia's breathing was lighter than the tide in the deep sea. Her small nostrils flared slightly, and her warm breath formed a frosty white mist in the low temperature of the night. She felt her body temperature rising slowly like a patient with a cold, and even her voice trembled slightly. "Then can you tell me about this Miss Shatice?"

She wanted to know what kind of person the other person was, and she also wanted to know why she felt familiar with her.

Fei Er lost interest in the conversation. She shook her head and said, "These are just some old stories. They are not worth mentioning now. Maybe I will tell you when we chat privately, but now is not the right time."

After she finished speaking, she turned her gaze to the young man beside her: "Have you considered it, Mr. Ling? Do you want to accept my invitation and join the Witch Society? If you are willing to agree, it will really help me solve a huge problem. I will thank you very much."

So everyone's eyes were focused on this young man, waiting for him to decide the direction of the next plot with a simple word, yes or no. Having said that, Ling'er's original purpose was only to delay time and gather intelligence, so naturally he could not have any other ideas. After a short silence, he replied: "I'm sorry, I don't plan to become an executioner for the time being."

This not-so-subtle rejection made Fei Er sigh. She was not surprised, but she felt very regretful: "I was still somewhat lucky, but facts have proved that if people put their hopes on illusory probabilities, the results they get in the end will most likely disappoint themselves."

She turned away listlessly and said to Dickens: "In order to prevent my mood from getting worse, I think I should not stay here. Maybe driving a steam chariot around the swamp would be a good way to vent. As for the things here, I'll leave them to you, Dickens. And -"

She lowered her voice so that only a few close subordinates could hear what she said next: "If possible, try to capture the target first, and don't harm their lives unless it is absolutely necessary."

Dickens said, "I will do my best, but, with all due respect, Your Majesty Fei Er, the chances of success are slim. After all, the resistance of the guests seems to be very strong."

As if to confirm his words, when Fei'er turned around, Nevi, who had been waiting for a long time, suddenly shouted in a low voice: "Lingge!"

As she finished speaking, she grabbed the star-shaped crystal dagger hidden in her sleeve with her left hand and cut her right wrist without hesitation. The strange scarlet blood immediately poured out. It was clearly just a slight wound, but under her wide and complicated rose lace sleeves, it seemed as if there was a raging and roaring blood-red river. The gurgling blood dyed her pale skin and gorgeous dress red, coating her entire body with a breathtaking and gorgeous crimson. In the deadly fragrance that was rich enough to suffocate, the blood river rushed into the night sky and quickly split into countless huge bats with a wingspan of more than three meters wide, emitting sharp whistles and pounced on the surrounding enemies.

The giant bats that fell from the sky cast a gloomy and terrifying shadow. The ugly face, which was completely condensed with blood and had no mouth or nose, gave people an indescribable sense of oppression. Invisible fear surged in their hearts. Even though they were protected by solid and thick heavy armor, the knights still felt panic and fear. Almost under the guidance of instinctive consciousness, they launched an attack on the bats in the sky. The sound of the trigger of the magic gun was chaotic, like a noisy noise in the night. Dazzling blue beams of light cut through the night, piercing through the giant bats that fell from the sky, tearing them into a bloody rain, but more bats were still born from blood and launched suicide attacks on their enemies one after another. For a time, the whole sky was occupied by the blood-red bats, and the ears echoed with endless and annoying bat screams, which were sharp enough to pierce the eardrum and shatter the cochlea.

The magic knights of the cult are well-trained. Generally speaking, they would not rashly launch an attack without receiving clear instructions, and they would not be at a loss because the enemy's offensive is too fierce. But this is the essence of the blood magic of the blood clan: not only monsters are born from blood, but also negative emotions such as fear and panic, which will devour the rationality of normal people and gradually make them fall into a state of madness. Only the constructed mechas shaped like huge silver-white knight armor can remain calm under Nevi's blood magic, because the materials that make up the steel body are not only the common Orichalcum and Mithril metals, but also another more precious magic metal: complex nucleus diffraction crystals, which have the properties of one-way blocking and one-way conduction, and can block the magic factor from invading the body. Therefore, it has a good protective effect against mental attacks. Even if only a very rare complex nucleus diffraction crystal component is mixed into the body structure of each constructed mecha, under the abundant energy injection of the core metal, it still effectively resists the mental offensive from a demigod blood clan.

This is a kind of magic metal with a huge gap between the upper and lower limits of conduction. It is said that if more than one million O'S of magic power is injected, each unit volume of the complex diffraction crystal can even have a conduction limit hundreds of times higher than that of Orichalcum and Mithril, which means it is more suitable for use in those large magic weapons. In fact, the core layer of the most confidential Creation Saint Machine series of constructed mechas within the association is made of this type of magic metal, which can completely exempt any form of mental attack and magic fluctuations, while Orichalcum and Mithril only constitute the physical protection layer outside the body.

The mecha troop that maintained a perfect formation received the order to open fire from the temporary commander, Langning Ravel, so some of them pounced to the ground, and the wing systems on their backs gushed out star-blue flames, like a large group of silver-white birds riding flaming meteors falling from the sky, and the dazzling magic particles drew a graceful arc trajectory in the long river of blood surrounding the night sky; while another part of the mechas took the initiative to increase their altitude, and moved the magic cannons on their shoulders down to their arms, combining them into temporary turrets, and launched artillery fire after calibrating the position. Deafening dark beams roared out of the hexagonal gun barrels, like countless gorgeous holy spears falling to the ground. Every shelling shattered countless screaming bats, and the blood that made up their bodies evaporated, and the air was filled with the faint scent of roses after the blood was diluted.

A path was cleared out of the swarm of bats that blocked out the sun, and mechas holding huge ship-slashing swords and heavy serrated shields flew in, cutting through the howling night wind. The magic furnace tightly protected by the chest armor was roaring, and the "acceleration plug-in" that could instantly overload the body's speed function was activated at maximum power. At this time, the speed at which they dived down even exceeded the limit that the human eye could capture, as if they had transformed into countless shining silver lights, and they descended in front of the enemy after a flash, holding their weapons high. The temperature of the ship-slashing sword driven by the magic furnace rose, and the cold blade gradually changed from silver-white to boiling red. Twisted steam hissed out, and the sound of tearing the air was like a suddenly broken string, crisp and piercing.

Olvera's face turned pale under the cold armor. She turned around subconsciously, hugged Metien and Shemi in her arms, and used her body to block the incoming blades for them.

"They are just a group of weaklings who rely on their weapons." Nevill looked down upon the blade that was so close to her, with a scornful look in her eyes: "The power of a magic device is not the power of a magician."

She flapped her wings and flew up. The blood-red blades of light swept across every mechanical unit in her sight, leaving deep scars on the surface of their solid bodies. At the same time, she flew low and quickly rushed to the nearest mechanical unit. After easily avoiding the falling ship-slashing sword, her delicate white hands tore open the armor layer tightly protected by Orichalcum and Mithril metal as easily as tearing paper. After finding the location of the magic furnace, she lightly pinched it. Instantly, a low roar like a steam explosion came from the body of the mechanical unit, and the "sight sensor plug-in" on the eye armor that was flashing with a faint green fluorescence also lost its luster and fell into dimness.

The silver-eyed countess lifted it up with one hand and threw the scrapped mecha at her companions as if throwing away garbage. The heavy body of the machine knocked down several surrounding mechas at once. While they were still not able to react, the countess rushed forward again, using the same trick, and single-handedly held back this elite mecha unit, while also causing the magic knight unit to fall into a brief chaos.

Long before Ling Ge pretended to talk to Fei Er to delay time, she began to secretly accumulate strength and wait for the moment of outbreak, because she knew that fighting was inevitable, and only direct confrontation could gain a chance to escape. Never underestimate the strength of a demigod vampire, not to mention that this demigod vampire has lived longer than any other vampire in the world, and her fighting wisdom is honed through countless lives and deaths.

However, this is only a temporary advantage. The well-trained cult troops may fall into a disadvantage due to momentary unpreparedness, but the rigorous training they have received ensures that they can quickly find a way to turn the situation around under any unfavorable conditions, and clear instructions from their superiors can enable them to burst out with unimaginable combat power.

Therefore, Nevi'er knew very well that whether she could seize this brief advantage and open up a way to escape, the key was not herself, but... Lingge.

　Give me some meow
　　
　
(End of this chapter)